Sunday, October 13, 2013

Senior Playboy

Dorothy  and  Edna, two "senior" widows, are   talking.

Dorothy:   "That nice George Johnson asked me out for a  date. I know  you went out with him last week,  and I wanted to talk with  you about him before I  give him my  answer."

Edna:  "Well,  I'll tell you. He shows up at my  apartment punctually  at 7 PM,   dressed like such a gentleman in a fine suit,  and he  brings me such beautiful flowers! Then he  takes me  downstairs. And what's there; a  limousine, uniformed  chauffeur and all. Then he  takes me out for dinner; a  marvelous dinner,  lobster, champagne, dessert, and  after-dinner  drinks. Then we go see a show. Let me tell  you  Dorothy, I enjoyed it so much I could have just   died from pleasure! So then we are coming back  to my  apartment and he turns into an ANIMAL.  Completely crazy,  he tears off my expensive new  dress and has his way with  me three  times!"
Dorothy:  "Goodness gracious!... so  you are telling me I shouldn't  go?"
Edna:  "No,  no, no... I'm just saying, wear an old   dress."

Duck Tests

A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon. As 
she laid her pet on the table, the vet pulled out his 
stethoscope and listened to the bird's chest. 

After a moment or two, the vet 
shook his head and sadly said, "I'm sorry, your duck, Cuddles, 
has passed away." 

The distressed woman wailed, 
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am sure. Your duck is dead," replied 
the vet.. 

"How can you be so sure?" she 
protested. "I mean you haven't done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or 
something." 

The vet rolled his eyes, turned 
around and left the room. He returned a few minutes later 
with a black Labrador Retriever. As the duck's owner looked on
in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his 
front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from 
top to bottom. He then looked up at the vet with sad eyes and 
shook his head. 

The vet patted the dog on the 
head and took it out of the room. A few minutes later he 
returned with a cat. The cat jumped on the table and also 
delicately sniffed the bird from head to foot. The cat sat
back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and 
strolled out of the room. 

The vet looked at the 
woman and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is most 
definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck." 

The vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and 
produced a bill, which he handed to the woman..



The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "$150!" she 
cried, "$150 just to tell me my duck is dead!"

The vet shrugged, "I'm sorry. If you had just taken my word for it, 
the bill would have been $20, but with the Lab Report and the 
Cat Scan, it's now $150."

Source: https://www.facebook.com/DuckGooseHunters

Sunday, October 06, 2013

New Chevy Truck

I stopped by the Chevrolet Dealership yesterday, for a look at the new Silverado 1500 pickup. Just for fun, I took it out for a test drive. I wanted to sense that new "feel" before they become extinct.

The salesman seemed like a nice guy, (a black man wearing an Obama "change" lapel pin) he sat in the passenger seat describing the truck and all its "wonderful" options.

The seats were of particular interest. He explained that the seats directed warm air to your butt in the winter and directed cool air to your butt in the summer heat.

Feeling like messing with him, I mentioned that this must be a Republican truck. Looking a bit angry, he asked why I thought it was a Republican truck.

I explained that if it were an Obama truck, the seats would blow smoke up your butt year-round.

I had to walk back to the dealership. Sum-bitch had no sense of humor.