BEST JOKES OF THE WEEK…GUARANTEED
SPECIAL POLITICAL ISSUE
George W. Bush is drinking in a New York bar when he gets a call on his cell phone.
He hangs up, grinning from ear to ear, and orders a round of drinks for everybody in the bar because, he announces, his wife has just produced a typical Texas baby boy weighing 25 pounds. Nobody can believe that any new baby can weigh in at 25 pounds, but Bush just shrugs,
“That’s about average down home, folks…like I said, my boy’s a typical Texas baby boy.”
Congratulations showered him from all around, and many exclamations of “WOW” were heard. One woman actually fainted due to sympathy pains.
Two weeks later Bush returns to the bar. The bartender says, “Say, you’re the father of that typical Texas baby that weighed 25 pounds at birth, aren’t you? Everybody’s been making’ bets about how big he’d be in two weeks. We were going to call the White House; so how much does he weigh now?”
The proud father answers, “Seventeen pounds.”
The bartender is puzzled, and concerned. “What happened? He already weighed 25 pounds the day he was born.”
The proud Texas father who happens to be President takes a slow swig from his long neck Lone Star beer, wipes his lips on his shirt sleeve, leans into the bartender and proudly says, “Had him circumcised.”
SEX BETWEEN THE BUSHES
After much arguing and deliberation, historians this week have come up with a phrase to describe the Clinton Era. It will be called: SEX BETWEEN THE BUSHES.
The Center for Disease Control in Atlanta announced that Clinton has proven that you can get sex from Aides.
Gennifer Flowers was asked if her relationship with Clinton was anything like Monica Lewinski’s. She replied, “Close, but no cigar.”
The FBI has coined a technical term for the stains found on Monica’s dress: “Presidue.”
Clinton now recruits interns from only four colleges: Moorhead, Oral Roberts, Ball State and Brigham Young.
Did you know that Clinton had asked to change the Democratic emblem from a donkey to a condom? It represents inflation, halts production, and gives you a false sense of security while you are being screwed.
Arkansas is very proud of Bill Clinton. All these women coming forward, and not one is his sister!
Finally, Hillary Clinton recently went to a fortune teller who intoned, “Prepare to become widow. Your husband will soon suffer a violent death!”
Hillary took a deep breath and asked, “Will I be acquitted?”
99 percent of politicians give the rest a bad name.
THIS WEEK’S SUDDENLY SENIOR COLUMN
Readers warned me: One more disparaging word about President Bush and God would get me. Now, after four hurricanes that may or may not be my fault, I’ve got the whole state of Florida mad at me, especially poor little Babson Park.
Republicans drive way to fast to worry about cholesterol.
TEXAS FISH STORY
On a tour of Texas, the Pope took a couple of days off to visit the coastal area for some sightseeing. He was cruising along the sea wall on Galveston Isle in his Pope mobile when suddenly he notices a frantic commotion just off shore. There was John Kerry struggling frantically to free himself from the jaws of a 25-foot shark.
As the Pope watched, horrified, a speedboat came racing up with two men aboard. One of the men, President George W. Bush who quickly fired a harpoon into the shark’s side while Dick Cheney reached out and pulled the bleeding, semi-conscious John Kerry from the water. Then using baseball bats, the two heroes beat the shark to death and hauled it into the boat.
Immediately the Pope shouted and summoned them to the beach. “I give you my blessings for your brave actions,” he told them. “I heard that there was some bitter hatred between President Bush and John Kerry, but now I have seen with my own eyes that this is not true.”
As the Pope drove off, President Bush asked Dick “Who was that?”
“It was the Pope,” Dick replied. “He is in direct contact with God and has all of God’s wisdom.”
“Well,” President Bush said, “he may have access to God’s wisdom, but he doesn’t know squat about shark fishing in Texas…………..how’s the bait holding up?”
Democrats always try to be modest, and they’re damn proud of it!
REVISED 23RD PSALM
Bush is my shepherd, I shall be in want.
He maketh me to lie down on park benches,
He leadeth me beside the still factories.
He restoreth my doubts about the Republican Party.
He leadeth me onto the paths of unemployment for His cronies’ sake.
Yea, though no weapons of mass destruction have been found, He makest me continue to fear Evil.
His tax cuts for the rich and His deficit spending discomfort me.
He anointest me with never-ending debt: Verily my days of savings and assets are kaput.
Surely poverty and hard living shall follow me all the days of His administration, And my jobless child shall dwell in my basement forever.
Hard work pays off in the future. Laziness pays off now.
WHEN SENATORS DIE
A powerful senator dies after a prolonged illness. His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.
“Welcome to Heaven,” says St. Peter. “Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we’re not sure what to do with you.”
“No problem, just let me in,” says the guy.
“Well, I’d like to but I have orders from higher up. What we’ll do is have you spend one day in Hell and one in Heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity.”
“Really, I’ve made up my mind. I want to be in Heaven,” says the senator.
“I’m sorry but we have our rules.”
And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to Hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a club and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him, everyone is very happy and in evening attire. They run to greet him, hug him, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people.
They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster and caviar. Also present is the Devil, who really is a very friendly guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that, before he realizes it, it is time to go. Everyone gives him a big hug and waves while the elevator rises.
The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on Heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him.
“Now it’s time to visit Heaven.”
So 24 hours pass with the head of state joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.
“Well then, you’ve spent a day in Hell and another in Heaven. Now choose your eternity.”
He reflects for a minute, then the senator answers, “Well, I would never have said it, I mean Heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in Hell.”
So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to Hell. Now the doors of the elevator open and he is in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage. He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags. The Devil comes over to him and lays his arm on his neck.
“I don’t understand,” stammers the senator. “Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and club and we ate lobster and caviar and danced and had a great time. Now all there is, is a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable.
The Devil looks at him, smiles and says, “Yesterday we were campaigning…Today you voted for us!”
Democrats want to know: How much deeper would the ocean be without sponges?
THE 4TH WEDDING
There was a much married woman who walked into a bridal shop one day and told the sales clerk that she was looking for a wedding gown for her fourth wedding.
“Well”, replied the sales clerk, “exactly what type of dress are you looking for?”
The bride to be said, “A long, frilly white dress with a veil.”
The sales clerk didn’t know quite what to say but she finally said, “Frankly, madam, gowns of that nature are considered more appropriate for brides who are being married the first time — for those who are a bit more innocent, if you know what I mean.”
“Well” replied the customer, more than a little put out. “I can assure you that I am as innocent as the rest of them. Believe it or not, despite all my marriages, I remain as innocent as any first time bride.
“You see, my first husband was so excited about our wedding he died as we were checking into our hotel. My second husband and I got into a terrible fight in the limo on our way to the reception and have not spoken since. We had that wedding annulled immediately.”
“What about your third husband?” asked the sales clerk.
“Well” said the woman, “He was a Democrat and every night for four years he just sat on the edge of the bed and told me how good it was going to be.”
If a Republican can’t repair your brakes, at least he’ll make your horn louder.
HOW TO START EACH DAY WITH A POSITIVE OUTLOOK
1. Open a new file in your PC.
2. Name it “George Bush.”
3. Send it to the trash.
4. Empty the trash.
5. Your PC will ask you, “do you really want to get rid of George Bush?”
6. Answer calmly, “Yes,” and press the mouse button firmly.
7. Feel better….. ??
Light travels faster than sound. That is why some politicians appear bright until you hear them speak.
A CLOSE SHAVE
G. W. Bush and John Kerry somehow ended up at the same barbershop.
As they sat there, each being worked on by a different barber, not a word was spoken. The barbers were even afraid to start a conversation, for fear it would turn to politics.
As the barbers finished their shaves, the one who had Kerry in his chair reached for the aftershave. Kerry was quick to stop him saying, “No thanks, my wife Theresa will smell that and think I’ve been in a whorehouse,”
The second barber turned to Bush and said, “How about you?”
Bush replied, “Go ahead, my wife doesn’t know what the inside of a whorehouse smells like.”
When elections hand you lemons, ask for Tequila and salt.
AND, THIS WEEK’S DUMB PRESIDENT JOKE
(We take you now to the Oval Office and the conversation between George Bush and Condi Rice.)
George: Condi! Nice to see you. What’s happening?
Condi: Sir, I have the report here about the new leader of China.
George: Great. Lay it on me.
Condi: Hu is the new leader of China.
George: That’s what I want to know.
Condi: That’s what I’m telling you.
George: That’s what I’m asking you. Who is the new leader of China?
George: I mean the fellow’s name.
George: The guy in China.
George: The new leader of China.
George: The Chinaman!
Condi: Hu is leading China.
George: Now whaddya’ asking me for?
Condi: I’m telling you Hu is leading China.
George: Well, I’m asking you. Who is leading China?
Condi: That’s the man’s name.
George: That’s whose name?
George: Will you or will you not tell me the name of the new leader of China?
Condi: Yes, sir.
George: Yassir? Yassir Arafat is in China? I thought he was in the Middle East.
Condi: That’s correct.
George: Then who is in China?
Condi: Yes, sir.
George: Yassir is in China?
Condi: No, sir.
George: Then who is?
Condi: Yes, sir.
Condi: No, sir.
George: Look, Condi. I need to know the name of the new leader of China. Get me the Secretary General of the U.N. on the phone.
George: No, thanks.
Condi: You want Kofi?
Condi: You don’t want Kofi.
George: No. But now that you mention it, I could use a glass of milk. And then get me the U.N.
Condi: Yes, sir.
George: Not Yassir! The guy at the U.N.
George: Milk! Will you please make the call?
Condi: And call who?
George: Who is the guy at the U.N?
Condi: Hu is the guy in China.
George: Will you stay out of China?!
Condi: Yes, sir.
George: And stay out of the Middle East! Just get me the guy at the U.N.
George: All right! With cream and two sugars. Now get on the phone. (Condi picks up the phone.)
Condi: Rice, here.
George: Rice? Good idea. And a couple of egg rolls, too. Maybe we should send some to the guy in China. And the Middle East. Can you get Chinese food in the Middle East?
Republican science: if the world didn’t suck, we would all fall off.
YOU KNOW THE WORLD IS GOING NUTS WHEN…
the best rapper is a white guy, the best golfer is a black guy, the tallest guy in the NBA is Chinese, the Swiss hold the America’s Cup, France is accusing the U.S. of arrogance, Germany doesn’t want to go to war, and the three most powerful men in America are named ‘Bush’, ‘Dick’, and ‘Colon’.
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