JOKES OF THE DAY

"I've waited six weeks for bull balls. What are these?"

"Sir," the waiter said, "the bull doesn't always lose."

The grasshopper looks surprised and says, "You have a drink named Steve?"

The Christmas Party

Tom had been in business for 25 years and is finally sick of the stress. He quit his job and bought 50 acres of land in Alaska as far from humanity as possible.

He sees the postman once a week and gets groceries once a month.

Otherwise it's total peace and quiet.

After six months or so of almost total isolation, someone knocks on his door.

He opens it and there is a huge, bearded man standing there.

"Name's Lars, your neighbour from forty miles up the road...Having Christmas party Friday night... Thought you might like to come. About 5:00..."

"Great," says Sam, "after six months out here I'm ready to meet some local folks............Thank you."

As Lars is leaving, he stops. "Gotta warn you... There's gonna be some drinkin'.

"Not a problem," says Tom. "After 25 years in business, I can drink with the best of em."

Again, as he starts to leave, Lars stops. More 'n' likely gonna be some fightin' too."

Sam says, "Well, I get along with people, I'll be alright. I'll be there. Thanks again."

Once again Lars turns from the door. "More'n likely be some wild sex, too."

"Now that's really not a problem," says Tom, warming to the idea. "I've been all alone for six months! I'll definitely be there.

By the way, what should I wear?"

Lars stops in the door again and says, "Whatever you want. Just gonna be the two of us."

The drunk staggered up to the hotel reception and demanded his room be changed.

"But sir," said the clerk, "you have the best room in the hotel."

"I insist on another room!!" said the drunk.

"Very good, sir. I`ll change you from 502 to 555. Would you mind telling me why you don't like 502?" asked the clerk.

"Well, for one thing," said the drunk, "it's on fire."

A Dinner Blessing…..

Ed, was a strictly a ‘meat-and-potatoes’ man. Over the years, he’s learned to like more foods, but there are still two vegetables he won’t eat. His family likes to tease him about it.

One year at a holiday gathering, Ed got the last laugh when he gave this cute tongue-in-cheek blessing: Now we sit to eat what’s here; we pray no green stuff will appear. No Brussels sprouts or any such
and asparagus, Lord, would be too much. But give us meat that’s white or red and potatoes, corn and lots of bread. Some good brown gravy wouldn’t hurt and to top it off, some pie for dessert.