A Little Guy
A little guy is sitting at the bar just staring at his drink for half an hour when this big trouble-making biker steps next to him, grabs his drink, gulps it down in one swig and then turns to the guy with a menacing stare as if to say, ‘What’cha gonna do about it?’
The poor little guy starts crying.
‘Come on man I was just giving you a hard time,’ the biker says. ‘I didn’t think you’d CRY.’ ‘I can’t stand to see a man crying.
“This is the worst day of my life,” says the little guy between sobs. “I can’t do anything right.” “I overslept and was late to an important meeting, so my boss fired me.”
When I went to the parking lot, I found my car was stolen and I don’t have any insurance. I left my wallet in the cab I took home. I found my wife in bed with the gardener and my dog bit me.
So I came to this bar trying to work up the courage to put an end to my life, and then you show up and drink the damn poison.
The Jewish and Chinese Pilots
A plane leaves Los Angeles airport under the control of a Jewish captain.
His copilot is Chinese. It’s the first time they’ve flown together, and an awkward silence between the two seems to indicate a mutual dislike.
Once they reach cruising altitude, the Jewish captain activates the auto-pilot, leans back in his seat, and mutters, ‘I don’t like Chinese.’
‘No like Chinese?’ asks the copilot, ‘….why not?’
‘You people bombed Pearl Harbor, that’s why !’
‘No, no,’ the co-pilot protests, ‘Chinese not bomb Peahl Hahbah! That Japanese, not Chinese.’
‘Japanese, Chinese, Vietnamese… doesn’t matter, you’re all alike!’
There’s a few minutes of silence.
‘I no like Jews either!’ the copilot suddenly announces.
‘Oh yeah, why not?’ asks the captain.
‘Jews sink Titanic.’
‘What? That’s insane! Jews didn’t sink the Titanic!’ exclaims the captain, ‘It was an iceberg!’
‘Iceberg, Goldberg, Greenberg, Rosenberg …no mattah… all same.’
Try to have fun
I went to the store the other day, and I was in there for only about 5 minutes. When I came out there was a motorcycle cop writing a parking ticket. So I went up to him and said, ‘Come on, buddy, how about giving a guy a break?’ He ignored me and continued writing the ticket. So I called him a pencil-necked Nazi. He glared at me and started writing another ticket for having worn tyres! So I called him a piece of horse shit. He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first. Then he started writing a third ticket! This went on for about 20 minutes. The more I abused him, the more tickets he wrote. I didn’t care. My car was parked around the corner. I try to have a little fun each day. It’s important.
A boy and his father were playing ball in the front yard when the boy saw a honeybee. He ran over and stomped it.
“Don’t do that, that was a honeybee,” his father said, “he wasn’t doing anything to you. For killing him you will do without honey for a week.”
Later the boy saw a butterfly, so he ran over and stomped on it.
“That was a butterfly,” his father said, “he wasn’t doing anything to you, and for killing him you will do without butter for a week.”
The next morning the family sat down for breakfast. The boy eating his toast plain with no honey or butter.
Suddenly a cockroach ran out from under the stove. His mother stomped on it.
The boy looked at his father and said, “Are you going to tell her, Dad, or should I?”