Who won the skeleton beauty contest?
Where does a skeleton go for a fun night?
Anywhere, as long as it’s a hip joint.
Do you know any skeleton jokes?
Yes, but you wouldn’t find it very humerus.
What’s a ghost’s favorite dessert?
A couple with three children waited in line at San Francisco’s Pier 41 to purchase tickets for a boat trip to Alcatraz.
Others watched with varying degrees of sympathy and irritation as the young children fidgeted, whined, and punched one another. The frazzled parents reprimanded them to no avail.
Finally they reached the ticket window.
“Five tickets, please,” the father said. “Two round trip, three one way.”
One sign of old age is when you bend down to tie your shoe and ask if there’s anything else you can do while you’re down there.
Playing golf with his buddies, my grandfather had to make a slick 25-foot putt. As he lined it up, he announced, “I have a dollar bill that says I can make this putt. Does anyone want to bet?”
His three friends eagerly agreed to the wager. My grandfather missed the putt by ten feet, and his friends gathered around to collect their money. Granddad pulled out a dollar bill on which he had written, “I can make this putt.”
His pals are still trying to collect on the bet and grandpa is too.
If you can’t think of a word, say “I forgot the English word for it.” That way people will think you’re bilingual instead of ignorant.
Mom: “Johnny, it’s your turn to say Grace before dinner.”
Johnny: “But Mom — if I thank God for broccoli, won’t he know I’m lying?”
Here I am. Now what are your other two wishes?
A farmer was milking his cow. He was just starting to get a good rhythm going when a bug flew into the barn and started circling his head.
Suddenly, the bug flew into the cow’s ear. The farmer didn’t think much about it until the bug squirted out into his bucket.
It went in one ear and out the udder.
“Latte” is French for you paid way too much money for coffee.
A certain little girl, when asked her name, would reply, “I’m Mr. Sugarbrown’s daughter.” Her mother told her this was wrong, she must say, “I’m Jane Sugarbrown.”
The pastor spoke to her in Sunday School, and said, “Aren’t you Mr. Sugarbrown’s daughter?”
She replied, “I thought I was, but mother says I’m not.”
It disgusts me the way some people cheat on their income taxes. This is NOT the kind of world in which I want to raise my 32 dependents!