Walks into a Bar, Bar jokes, Bartender jokes
Two men are sitting in a restaurant bar at the top of a skyscraper. After each had a few drinks, one says to the other, ”I bet you didn’t know about the updrafts between these skyscrapers. They are so strong, you could jump and the wind will lift you right back where you started.”
The other guy said, “Nah, I find that hard to believe.”
The first said, “It’s true! I’ll prove it. Let’s go out to the balcony.”
They both walk to the balcony and the first guy jumps the rail. After a few seconds, a loud whooshing sound is heard and sure enough, the first guy lands back on the balcony.
The second guy just stares for a while, then looks over the side to see if there was a platform or net. “This has to be some kind of trick.”
The first guy says, “No really, it works!” To prove it, he once again jumps the rail and the same thing happens. “You try it!”
The second guy jumps over the rail and falls the many stories to the pavement below.
The first guy goes back in a sits at the bar.
The bartender walks over, delivers another drink and says, “Wow! You’re really mean when you get drunк, Superman!”
A man was well inebriated, but he got behind the wheel of his car anyway and began to drive home. Of course, he couldn't exactly drive straight or stay below the speed limit. Two policemen pulled him over and demanded a sobriety test. They asked him to walk a straight line, and he failed. They began to take him with them, but suddenly they received a call on their walkie-talkies, asking them to go to another part of town. They asked the man to be patient while they called someone else to cover for them. But the man grew tired of waiting and, after a few minutes, drove home. He got in bed and said to his wife, who had been waiting for him, "If any policemen come looking for me, tell them I'm not home yet." The wife agreed, somewhat confused and a little embarrassed. No sooner than her husband fell asleep did she hear a knock at the door. Sure enough, it was the two policemen. They asked about her husband, and she replied that he wasn't home. Then they asked to check her garage. Puzzled, she agreed. She opened up the garage for them--and there sat the policemen's squad car, lights still flashing.
Pythagoras walks into a bar muttering, ‘If a right-angled triangle has a short side, X, a long side, Y, and hypotenuse, Z, then the square of Z must be equal to the sum of the square of X and the square of, erm… uh…’
The barman says, ‘Y, the long face?’