TALLTEXIAN's FUNNYBONE#2
There was a Scottish tradesman, a painter called Jack, who was very
interested in making a pound where he could. So he often would thin
down his paint to make it go a wee bit further. As it happened, he
got away with this for some time.
Eventually the Presbyterian Church decided to do a big restoration
job on one of their biggest churches. Jack put in a painting bid and
because his price was so competitive, he got the job. And so he set
to, with a right good will, erecting the trestles and putting up the
planks, and buying the paint and...yes, I am sorry to say, thinning
it down with the turpentine.
Well, Jack was up on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly
done, when suddenly there was a horrendous clap of thunder. The sky
opened and the rain poured down, washing the thin paint from all
over the church and knocking Jock fair off the scaffold to land on
the lawn.
Now, Jack was no fool. He knew this was a judgement from the
Almighty, so he fell on his knees and cried, "Oh, God! Forgive me!
What should I do?"
"Repaint......and thin no more."
A man walked into an emergency room with two black
eyes and a five iron wrapped tightly around his throat.
Naturally, the doctor asked him what had happened.
"Well, it's like this," explained the man, "I was having a
quiet round of golf with my wife when she sliced her ball
into a pasture of cows. Well, we went to look for it, and
while I was rooting around, I noticed one of the cows
had something protruding from its rear end. Sure enough,
when I lifted its tail, there was my wife's golf ball."
"And..." pried the doctor.
"Well, that's when I made my mistake... I lifted the cow's
tail and yelled to the misses, 'This one here looks like
yours!'"
Sam and John were out cutting wood, and John cut his arm off.
Sam wrapped the arm in a plastic bag and took it and John to
a surgeon. Th
e surgeon said: "You are in luck! I am an expert
at reattaching limbs! Come back in four hours." So Sam came
back in four hours and the surgeon said: "I got done faster
than I expected to. John is down at the local pub." Sam went
to the pub and saw John throwing darts. A few weeks later,
Sam and John were out again, and John cut his leg off. Sam
put the leg in a plastic bag and took it and John back to the
surgeon. The surgeon said: "Legs are a little tougher - come
back in six hours." Sam returned in six hours and the surgeon
said: "I finished early - John is down at the soccer field."
Sam went to the soccer field and there was John, kicking
goals. A few weeks later, John had a terrible accident and
cut his head off. Sam put the head in a plastic bag and took
it and the rest of John to the surgeon. The surgeon said:
"Gee, heads are really tough. Come back in twelve hours." So
Sam returned in twelve hours and the surgeon said, "I am
sorry, John died." Sam said: "I understand - heads are
tough." The surgeon said: "Oh, no! The surgery went fine!
John suffocated in that plastic bag!"
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