Why did Beethoven kill his chicken?
It kept saying “Bach, Bach, Bach…”
An ad in a newspaper: “Sale of a bull terrier. Very modest and unpretentious. Eats everything. Likes children.”
The dog thinks: “This kind man takes care of me, feeds me, strokes me… Maybe he is the God?”
The cat thinks: “This kind man takes care of me, feeds me, strokes me… Maybe I am the God?”
A couple were going out for the evening. They’d got ready, all dolled up, cat put out, etc.
The taxi arrives, and as the couple got out, the cat shoots back in. They don’t want the cat shut in the house, so the wife goes out to the taxi while the husband goes upstairs to chase the cat out.
The wife, not wanting it known that the house will be empty explains to the taxi driver “He’s just going upstairs to say goodbye to my mother.”
A few minutes later, the husband gets into the cab -”Sorry I took so long” he says, “Stupid old thing was hiding under the bed and I had to poke her with a coat hanger to get her to come out!”
The racehorse owner was annoyed with the running of his horse at the race.
He turned on the jockey.
“Flaherty, could you not have raced faster?”
“Sure I could have, but you know we are supposed to stay on the horse.”
Mike and Bill, are hanging out in the lone bar in a one-horse town in northern Idaho, when a local rancher walks in carrying a wolf pelt.
“Good work!” says the bartender. He pops the cash register open, pulls out a wad of bills, and counts them out into the rancher’s outstretched hand.
After the rancher leaves, Mike asks the bartender, “What was that all about?”
The barkeep says, “Haven’t you boys heard? We got us a real wolf problem in these parts, and the county ain’t done a thing about it.
Why, just last week, a pack of the damn varmints came onto my property and laid waste t’my chicken coop.
Ol’ Man Miller down the road even lost four of his cattle to the bloodthirsty beasts! They’re vicious, and they got no fear — and they gotta be stopped.
So I’m offerin’ a bounty — a hundred dollars to anybody who brings in a wolf pelt.”
Mike and Bill look at each other, and immediately race out of the bar to go hunt wolves.
After wandering around the hills for several hours, they finally spot a lone wolf in the distance. Mike takes aim with his rifle and shoots the wolf dead. The two fellas sprint over to where the carcass lay, and Mike gets busy with the pelt.
Suddenly, Bill says, “Hey, Mike, look.”
“Not now,” says Mike, “I’m busy.”
Bill tugs on Mike’s sleeve and says, “Mike, I think you *really* ought to see this.”
“Not now!” Mike says again. “Can’t you see I’ve got a hundred dollars in my hands?”
Bill’s voice starts to waver. “Mike, please, just look!”
Mike stops what he’s doing and looks up: The two men are surrounded by a pack of wolves — at least fifty in all, every one of them growling, drooling, gnashing their teeth, and licking their chops.
Mike takes in the sight and gasps: “Oh, my God… We’re gonna be rich!”
This farmer has about 200 hens, but no rooster, and he wants chicks. So he goes down the road to the next farmer and asks if he has a rooster which he would sell.
The other farmer says, “Yeah, I’ve this great rooster, named Randy. He’ll service every chicken you got, no problem.”
Well, Randy the rooster costs a lot of money, but, farmer decides he’d be worth it. So, he buys Randy and takes the rooster home.
He then sets him down in the barnyard and gives the rooster a pep talk, “Randy, I want you to pace yourself now. You’ve got a lot of chickens to service here, and you cost me a lot of money. Consequently, I’ll need you to do a good job.
“So, take your time and have some fun,” the farmer ended with a chuckle.
Randy seemed to understand, so the farmer points toward the hen house, and Randy took off like a shot.
WHAM! Randy nails every hen in the hen house three or four times, and the farmer is really shocked.
After that the farmer hears a commotion in the duck pen, sure enough, Randy is in there.
Later, the farmer sees Randy after the flock of geese down by the lake. Once again, WHAM! He gets all the geese.
By sunset he sees Randy out in the fields chasing quail and pheasants. The farmer is distraught — worried that his expensive rooster won’t even last 24 hours.
Sure enough, the farmer goes to bed and wakes up the next day to find Randy dead as a doorknob — stone cold in the middle of the yard and buzzards are circling overhead.
The farmer, saddened by the loss of such a colorful and expensive animal, shakes his head and says, “Oh, Randy, I told you to pace yourself. I tried to get you to slow down, now look what you’ve done to yourself.”
Randy opens one eye, nods toward the buzzards circling in the sky and says, “SHHHH, they’re getting closer…”
A couple took their young son to the circus and when the elephants appeared, the boy seemed very intrigued by them.
“Mommy, what’s that long thing on the elephant?” he asked.
“That’s the elephant’s trunk, dear,” she replied.
“No, not that. What’s that long thing that’s hanging between the elephant’s legs?” asked the boy.
Embarrassed, the mother replied, “Oh, it’s nothing, son.” She then left to get some hot dogs and sodas.
While she was gone, the young boy turned to his father and asked, “Daddy, what’s that long thing hanging between the elephant’s legs?”
“That’s the elephant’s penis, son,” explained the father.
“Well, why did mommy say it was nothing when I asked her?” the boy asked.
Taking a deep breath, the father proudly replied, “I’ve spoiled that woman, son!”
A little koala bear wanders into a whorehouse. He climbs the stairs and finds a door open. He goes in to the room to find a naked prostitute asleep on the bed. He quickly climbs into the bed and begins performing oral sex on the prostitute.
She wakes up shocked and sees this koala bear going down on her, and she decides that since it feels so good she’ll let him finish. The koala finishes, wipes his chin, climbs off the bed and heads for the door. The prostitute jumps up and yells at him “Hey, you have to pay for that”.
The koala shrugs and continues to head for the door.
The prostitute yells at him again, “Hey you have to pay for that. I’m a prostitute”. She gets up and pulls a dictionary off a shelf and shows the koala the definition.
PROSTITUTE
(n) a person receiving payment for sexual services.
The koala shrugs, takes the dictionary and turns the pages to the definition of koala bear.
KOALA
(n.) a small bear that eats bushes and leaves.
One day, farmer Jones was in town picking up supplies for his farm. He stopped by the hardware store and picked up a bucket and an anvil, then stopped by the livestock dealer to buy a couple of chickens and a goose.
Now he had a problem: how to carry all of his purchases home.
The livestock dealer said, “Why don’t you put the anvil in the bucket, carry the bucket in one hand, put a chicken under each arm and carry the goose in your other hand?”
Hey, thanks!” the farmer said, and off he went.
While walking he met a fair young lady with rather large beautiful breasts. She told him she was lost, and asked, “Can you tell me how to get to 1515 Mockingbird Lane?”
The farmer said, “Well, as a matter of fact, I’m going to visit my brother at 1616 Mockingbird Lane. Let’s take a
short cut and go down this alley. We’ll save half the time to get there”.
The fair young lady said, “How do I know that when we get in to the alley you won’t hold me up against the wall, pull down my skirt and ravish me?”
The farmer said, “I am carrying a bucket, an anvil, 2 chickens, and a goose. How in the world could I possibly hold you up against the wall and do that?”
The young lady said, “Easy silly! Set the goose down, put the bucket over the goose, put the anvil on top of the bucket, and I’ll hold the friggen chickens!”