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Drunks Joke: 11
| Three guys were talking one morning about how drunk they were at this
party they were at
the night before. 1st guy: Man, I was so drunk that last night I got
home and blew chunks.
2nd guy: Oh yeah? Well, I was so drunk that on the way home I was
pulled over and given
a DUI! 3rd guy: That's nothing. I was so drunk that on the way home I
picked up a
prostitute and my wife caught us in bed! 1st guy: No, no.. you guys
don't understand!
Chunks is my dog.
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Drunks Joke: 12
A drunk goes into a bar sits down and says hey hey bartender can we
talk about politics
The bartender says ìIF THERE IS ONE THING WE DON'T TALK ABOUT IN HERE
IT'S POLITICSî. A little while later hey bartender can we talk about
religon. Again the
bartender says" IF THERE'S ONE THING WE DON'T TALK ABOUT IN HERE IT'S
RELIGON". Then again we hear hey bartender can we talk about sex. The
bartender says
SURE. The drunk says good............fuck you!
Drunks Joke: 13
This guys is sitting at the end of a bar. Each time someone comes in
the door he says,
rapidly,"Tickle your ass with a feather?" At which point they usually
ask him what it was
he said, and he then says, "Terribly nasty weather." They then go off
looking confused. A
drunk a few stools down observes this and finally says, "Say, buddy, I
see what'cher
doin'-- you're putting people on! When somebody comes in the door you
say, Tickle your
ass with a feather, and when they say, What did you say to me? you
say, terribly nasty
weather." So the guy says to the drunk, "Yeah, it's fun putting people
on. Come on down
here and you do the next one that comes in." The drunk moves down to
the end of the bar.
In a few moments a person enters, and he says to her: "Stick a feather
up your ass? She
said, ìexcuse me, what did you say?î He says, ìcan you believe this
fucking weather?î
Drunks Joke: 14
An old drunk stumbles into a confessional. After not hearing anything
for a while the
Priest knocked on the wall. The drunk said forget it buddy there's no
paper in here either.
Drunks Joke: 15
Little old Mr. Ravelli is on his front stoop, barbequeing a chicken on
a manual rotisserie.
A drunk comes walking along and says, "Hey, man...the music stopped,
and your
monkey's on fire."
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