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Jul 15, 2010 8:26 pm

No offense, just stupid and funny.

Two blondes were driving to Disneyland when they passed a sign that read "Disneyland LEFT."

They started crying,turned around and went home.

Two Blondes in New York were sitting on a bench in Central Park when one asks the other..."Which do you think is farther away, Florida or the moon?" The other blonde turns and says..."Helloooooooo, can you see Florida?"

A blonde was out for a walk. She comes to a river and sees another blonde on the opposite bank. "Yoohoo!" she shouts " How can I get to the other side?"

The second blonde looks up the river then down the river and shouts back "You ARE on the other side!"

I could use some good Irish jokes. Bring'em!

Aug 4, 2010 9:45 am

I think I see a theme too.

Here's your Irish hoke:

St Peter's Quiz

A petty thief, a teacher and a lawyer die in a plane crash and go up to Heaven's gates together. 
When they get there they are stopped by St. Peter, who says: "Sorry, it's crowded up here, you need to answer a question correctly, or else you can't get in." 
He looks at the teacher, and asks her: "What was the name of the famous ocean-liner that sank after hitting an iceberg?"
"Oh, that's easy," the teacher replies, "the Titanic." 
So St. Peter lets her into Heaven. 
Next he turns to the petty thief. 
"How many people died on that ship?" St. Peter asks. 
"Oooh, that's tough, but I saw the movie, and I think it was 1,500." 
St. Peter steps away and the thief walks into Heaven. 
Finally, St. Peter turns to the lawyer and says: "Name them."

Aug 9, 2010 11:11 am

An American investment banker was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked.
Inside the small boat were several large yellow fin tuna.

The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked, "How long does it take to catch them?"
The Mexican replied: "Only a little while".


The American then asked why didn't he stay out longer and catch more fish?
The Mexican said he had enough to support his family's immediate needs.
The American then asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"
The Mexican fisherman said, "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siesta with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos, I have a full and busy life."


The American scoffed, "I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat with the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats, eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor, eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then LA and eventually NYC where you will run your expanding enterprise."


The Mexican fisherman asked, "But, how long will this all take?"
To which the American replied, "15-20 years."


"But what then?"
The American laughed and said that's the best part. "When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the
public and become very rich, you would make millions."


"Millions.. Then what?"
The American said, "Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos."

Aug 9, 2010 11:13 am

A successful stockbroker parked his brand-new Porsche in front of his office, ready to show it off to his colleagues. As he got out, a truck passed too close and tore off the door on the driver's side. The stockbroker immediately grabbed his cell phone, dialed 911, and within minutes a policeman pulled up. Before the officer had a chance to ask any questions, the stockbroker started screaming hysterically. His Porsche, which he had just picked up the day before, was now completely ruined. When the stockbroker finally wound down from his ranting and raving, the officer shook his head in disgust and disbelief. "I can not believe how materialistic you stock brokers are," the cop said. "You are so focused on your possessions that you don't notice anything else." "How can you say such a thing?" asked the stockbroker. The cop replied, "Don't you know that your left arm is missing from the elbow down? It must have been torn off when the truck hit you." "My God!" screamed the stockbroker. "My Rolex!"