There's a little boy at school and asks the teacher if he can go to the toilet. |
"Okay" says the teacher. "But first you've got to say the alphabet."
They boy says the alphabet: "a,b,c,d,e,f,g,h,i,j,k,l,m,n,o,q,r,s,t,u,v,w,x,y,z."
"What happened to the 'p'?" asked the teacher.
"It's running down my leg, Miss."
It was about an hour after the kids had left for the day when the 4th grade teacher's telephone rang.
"Hello, this is Mrs. Smith's 4th Grade classroom at as Some-Dead-Mayor Elementary."
"Hello Mrs. Smith, this is Tommy Jones' mother calling."
"Oh, Mrs. Jones, how nice to hear from you. What can I do for you?"
Mrs. Smith, I'm terribly upset! I sent a brand new towel in with Tommy today and one of the other children must have stolen it because I couldn't find it in his backpack at the end of the day. I told him that the towel was new and he should take extra good care of it. Some other kid probably wanted it for himself."
"Now, now, Mrs. Jones, I'm sure that none of the other children would have taken Tommy's new towel. He probably just left it here at school someplace and we'll have to locate it. Can you tell me what the towel looked like?"
"Yes, it's white and says 'Holiday Inn' on it."
NOAH IN MODERN TIMES
And the Lord spoke to Noah and said, "In six months I'm going to make it rain until the whole earth is covered with water and all the evil people are destroyed. But I want to save a few good people, and two of every kind of living thing on the planet. I am ordering you to build Me an Ark." And in a flash of lightning he delivered the specifications for the Ark.
"OK," said Noah, trembling in fear and fumbling with the blueprints.
"Only six months and it starts to rain," thundered the Lord. "You'd better have my Ark completed, or learn how to swim for a very long time."
And six months passed. The skies began to cloud up and rain began to fall. The Lord saw that Noah was sitting in his front yard, weeping. And there was no Ark. "Noah," shouted the Lord, "where is my Ark?"
A lighting bolt crashed to the ground next to Noah.
"Lord, please forgive me!" begged Noah. "I did my best, but there were big problems. First I had to get a building permit for the Ark construction project, and your plans didn't meet code. So I had to hire an engineer to redraw the plans. Then I got into a big fight over whether or not the Ark needed a fire sprinkler system. My neighbors objected, claiming I was violating zoning by building the Ark in my front yard, so I had to get a variance from the city planning commission.
Then I had a big problem getting enough wood for the Ark because there was a ban on cutting trees to save the Spotted Owl. I had to convince U.S. Fish and Wildlife that I needed wood to save the owls. But they wouldn't let me catch any owls. So no owls. Then the carpenters formed a union and went out on strike. I had to negotiate a settlement with the National Labor Relations Board before anyone would pick up a saw or hammer. Now we have 16 carpenters going on the boat and still no owls. Then I started gathering up animals and got sued by animal rights group. They objected to me taking only two of each kind. Just when I got the suit dismissed, EPA notified me that I couldn't complete the Ark without filing an environmental impact statement on your proposed flood. They didn't take kindly to the idea that they had no jurisdiction over the conduct of a Supreme Being. Then the Army Corps of Engineers wanted a map of the proposed new flood plain. I sent them a globe.
Right now I'm still trying to resolve a complaint from the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission over how many Croatians I'm supposed to hire, the IRS has seized all my assets claiming I'm trying to avoid paying taxes by leaving the country, and I just got a notice from the state about owing some kind of use tax. I really don't think I can finish your Ark for at least another five years," Noah wailed.
The sky began to clear. The sun began to shine. A rainbow arched across the sky. Noah looked up and smiled. "You mean you're not going to destroy the earth?" Noah asked, hopefully.
"No," said the Lord sadly, "The government already has!"
On a maternity room door:
"Push. Push. Push."
Q: What do you call an Amish guy with his hand up a horse's ass?
A: A mechanic!
Bills travel through the mail at twice the speed of checks.