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Some Jokes – Forty Three

Some Jokes

What do you call an aarvark that has been beaten up?

A vark.

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Why did the whale jump out of the water? To get to the other side.

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will power
Morty arrives home from work and as soon as he sets foot in the house, Sadie is on to him, telling him that their friend Marvin has finally quit smoking.”Imagine that, Morty,” she says, “Someone who smoked 3 packs a day for 20 years has stopped smoking all of a sudden. Now that’s what I call will power – something that you definitely don’t have.”
But Sadie hadn’t finished. “And that’s not all. I hear that Bernie, that drunken friend of yours, is finally giving up drinking – another example of the kind of will power that you don’t have.”
“OK, Sadie,” said Morty, “you want to see will power, do you? Well here’s will power. I am going to sleep in the spare room from now on. I am going to prove to you that I won’t be affected at all by not sleeping with a woman.”
Morty keeps to his word.
One night, when he had been sleeping alone for a week, there is a knock on his bedroom door.
Morty shouts out, “What do you want?” Sadie replies, “Er… Marvin has started smoking again.”

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Dining Out
Remember when eating out was a relaxing experience? Someone else cooked for you, served you and cleaned up after you. All you had to do was chew, swallow and pay. No longer, though. Today, you feel like a laboratory rat who has to struggle through a maze every time it wants a chunk of cheese:

“Good evening,” the maitre d’ said. “Table for four?”
“Yes, Thank you.”
“Smoking or non?”
“Non smoking.”
“Would you prefer to dine indoors or outdoors this evening?”
“I guess indoors would be good.”
“Very well, sir,” he said. “Would you like to be seated in the main dining room, the enclosed patio, or our lovely solarium?”
“Uh, let me see… uh…”
“I can give you a table with a lovely view in our lovely solarium.”
“I think the solarium would be lovely,” I said.

We followed him there…
“Now, would you prefer a view overlooking the golf course, the sunset on the lake or the majestic mountains to the West?”
“Whatever you recommend,” I said.
Let HIM make a decision for a change, I thought.
He sat us by a window facing the golf course, lake or mountains.
I couldn’t tell which because it was dark outside.

Then, a young man, better dressed and better looking than any of us,
presented himself at our table…

“Good evening, my name is Paul, and I’ll be your waiter this evening. Would you like a few minutes before I take your order?”
“No,” I said. “I’m just a meat-and-potatoes guy, so I’ll have the filet mignon and a baked potato.”
“Soup, or salad?”
“Salad.”
“We have a mixed-green salad, hearts of palm, or a very fine endive salad with baby shrimp.”
“Just a mixed-green salad, okay?”
“Whatever you say, sir. Dressing?”
I didn’t want to make another decision…
“Whatever you’ve got will be fine.”
“We have Creamy Italian, Blue Cheese, Vinaigrette, Thousand Island, Honey Dijon and Ranch.”
“Just bring me one. Surprise me.”
“Creamy Italian is our house specialty. Would that be all right, sir?”
“Yeah.”
I was curt. I was done with civility.
“And for your baked potato?”
I knew what was coming!
“I just want the baked potato dry, you understand? I don’t want anything on it.”
“No butter? No sour cream?”
“No.”
“No chives? No bacon chips? ”
“No! Don’t you understand English? I don’t want anything on it. Just bring me a baked potato and a steak.”
“Would you prefer the six, eight, or 12-ounce steak, sir?”
“Whatever.”
“Would you like that rare, medium rare, medium, medium well or well done? Or, if you prefer, we can butterfly it for you.”
“Pauly Boy,” I said, “you are really starting to get me steamed.”
“Which brings up the vegetables, sir. Would you like steamed broccoli, creamed corn, sauteed zucchini, or diced carrots?”

That did it. I threw my napkin to the floor, stood up, put my face right in his arrogant kisser and said, “How’d you like to settle this outside?”
“Fine with me, sir. Would you prefer the parking lot, the side alley or the street in front of the restaurant?”
“I prefer right here.”
Then I sucker-punched him: he ducked, then countered with a left hook right under my eye. It was the first time all night he hadn’t offered me a selection.

I collapsed semiconscious into my chair, as someone in authority
rushed over and berated Pauly. I felt my tie being loosened, my collar unbuttoned, hands slapping my face. When I regained my senses, I saw the very concerned maitre d’ right in front of my nose.
He apologized and offered to buy me a drink, call the paramedics,
whatever I wanted.

“No, no,” I said. “I’ll be all right. Just bring me a glass of water.”

“Yes, sir, right away,” he said.

“Would you prefer imported mineral water, sparkling water, or club soda with a wedge of lime?

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Man is looking down from a plane as it flies over the Pacific Ocean. He turns to the lady next to him and asks: That island down there. Is it pronounced Hawaii or Havaii? The woman replies Havaii. The man says: Thank you. The woman replies: You’re velcome!

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