Two businessmen in the center of town were sitting down for a break in their soon-to-be new store. The store wasn't ready yet, they’d gotten only some shelves put up.
One said to the other, "I bet any minute now some old fart is going to walk by, put their face to the window and ask what we're selling".
No sooner were the words out of his mouth when, sure enough, an old woman walked to the window, had a peek and asked "What are you selling here?"
One of the men replied sarcastically, "We're selling assholes.”
Without missing a beat the old woman said, "Must be doing well...only two left!"
Twin sisters in a Newfoundland nursing home were turning 100 years old. The editor of the local newspaper told a photographer to get over there and take pictures of the 100 year old twins.
One of the twins was hard of hearing and the other could hear quite well.
Once the photographer arrived he asked the sisters to sit on the sofa.
The deaf sister said to her twin "WHAT DID HE SAY?"
“WE GOTTA SIT OVER THERE ON THE SOFA!" said the other.
"Now get a little closer together" said the cameraman.
“WHAT DID HE SAY?"
“HE SAYS SQUEEZE TOGETHER A LITTLE.”
An Englishwoman discovered her husband was cheating on her. She was so angry & humiliated she decided to have him killed & contacted an old friend in the criminal underbelly of London. He recommended a specific hitman known in the business as Big Artie.
He was efficient, remorseless, and, most importantly, cheap. He would kill anyone for only £1.
The woman got in touch with Big Artie and told him her husband without fail would go to the supermarket every Monday at 6 PM for the weekly groceries, so this is where Big Artie planned to strike.
Best friends Peter and Paul were about to graduate from the seminary. While Peter was very smart, Paul had a difficult time with schoolwork so Peter would let him copy his homework to make sure he could pass his classes.
As the time approached for their interviews with the bishop Paul was very nervous. "What if I don’t know how to answer him?" he asked his friend.
"Don’t worry," Peter replied. Our interviews are the same day and he’ll ask us the same questions. I’ll go first and you stand with your ear to the keyhole and listen to what I say. When it’s your turn, just repeat my answers and you’ll be fine!"
the sun
fierce and bright
blinded me as i drove up the hill
trying to decide whether to bury myself
or visit the beach
if i turn left to the graveyard i’ll be sightless
unable to see oncoming traffic
if i continue straight to the top
the sun will sink behind the hill
before i reach the stop sign
despite the fierce bright sun
it's a frigid winter day
the beach likely deserted except perhaps
for a few desperate pilgrims like me
not wanting to bury themselves just yet
my choice is arbitrary
six of one etc
buried in the graveyard or
the unforgiving salt of a steelgray sea