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Two brothers are terrible trouble makers. They are always breaking things, stealing things, lying, and making all kinds of general trouble. The parents have tried everything to get the boys to change, to no avail.
Out of options, they ask their pastor if he can help. He says he will talk to the boys, but only one at a time. The parents drop off the youngest and go home, promising to return to get him soon. The boy sits in a chair across from the pastor's desk and they just look at each other.
Finally, the Pastor says,
"Where is God?" The boy just sits there and doesn't answer. The pastor begins to look stern and loudly says,
"Where is God?"
The little boy shifts in his seat, but still doesn't answer.
The pastor is starting to get angry at the boy's refusal to converse and practically shouts "Where is God?"
To the pastor's surprise, the little boy jumps up out of his chair and runs out of the office. The boy leaves the church and runs all the way home, up the stairs and into his brother's room. He shuts the door and pants, "We're in BIG TROUBLE. God's missing and they think we did it!"
Two elderly ladies, Ethel and Martha, had been the best of friends for over 50 years. Over the decades they had spent together, they had worked together, lived next door to each other, and even vacationed together with their husbands. In their golden years, they would meet every afternoon to play cards.
One day, as they were wrapping up a game of pinochle, Ethel looks at Martha sheepishly and says , “Now please don’t get angry with me. I know we’ve been friends for a long time, but I just can’t seem to remember your name! I’ve been wracking my brain for the past hour but it still escapes me. Please remind a forgetful old lady!”
Martha glares angrily at her. For five minutes, she doesn’t speak, only giving her friend stares of disappointment. Finally, Martha asks, “How soon do you need to know?”
Bob works hard at the plant and spends two nights each week bowling and plays golf every Saturday.
His wife thinks he's pushing himself too hard, so for his birthday she takes him to a local sтriр club.
The doorman at the club greets them and says,
"Hey, Bob! How ya doin?"
His wife is puzzled and asks if he's been to this club before.
"Oh no," says Bob. "He's on my bowling team."
When they are seated, a waitress asks Bob if he'd like his usual and brings over a Miller Lite.
His wife is becoming increasingly uncomfortable and says,
"How did she know that you drink Miller Lite?"
"I recognize her, she’s the waitress from the golf club. I always have a Lite at the end of the 1st nine, honey."
A stripper then comes over to their table, throws her arms around Bob, starts to rub herself all over him and says,
"Hi Bobby, want your usual table dance, big boy?"
Bob's wife, now furious, grabs her purse and storms out of the club.
Bob follows and spots her getting into a cab.
Before she can slam the door, he jumps in beside her.
Bob tries desperately to explain how the stripper must have mistaken him for someone else, but his wife is having none of it.
She is screaming at him at the top of her lungs, calling him every four-letter word in the book.
The cabby turns around and says,
"Geez, Bob, you picked up a real winner this time."
The funeral for Bob is on Friday.
The eighty-eight-year-old millionaire married an eighteen-year-old country girl. He was quite content, but after a few weeks she told him that she was going to leave him if she didn’t get some loving real soon. He had his chauffeured limousine take him to a high-priced specialist who studied him and then gave him a shot of spermatozoa. “Now look,” the doctor said, “the only way you’re going to get it up is to say “beep,” and then to get it soft again, you say, “beep, beep.”
“How marvellous,” the old man said.
“Yes, but I must warn you,” the doctor said,” it’s only going to work three times before you die.”
On his way home, the man decided he wasn’t going to live through three of them anyway, so he decided to waste one trying it out. “Beep!” he said. Immediately he was UP. Satisfied, he said, “beep, beep,” and he was down again. He chuckled with delight and anticipation. At that moment, a little yellow Volkswagen pulled past his limousine and went “beep,” and the car in the opposite lane responded with “beep beep.”
Alert to his jeopardy, the old man instructed his chauffeur to “speed it up.” He raced into the house as fast as he could for his last great lay. “Honey,” he shouted at her, “don’t ask questions. Just drop your clothes and hope into bed.” Caught up in his excitement, she did. He undressed nervously and hurried in after her. Just as he was climbing into bed, he said, “beep,” and he was UP.
He was just starting to enter his young wife when she said,, “What’s all this “beep beep” сrар?”