Two five year old boys are standing at the toilet to pee. One says, "Your
thing doesn't have any skin on it!"
"I've been circumcised."
"What's that mean?"
"It means they cut the skin off the end."
"How old were you when it was cut off?"
"My mom said I was two days old."
"Did it hurt?"
"You bet it hurt, I didn't walk for a year!
The Ramblings of a Middle Aged Fertility Physician whose life revolves around Eggs, Sperms & Embryos....
Showing posts with label Thursday Laff. Show all posts
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Thursday, June 18, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
The Aisle Seat
Two Pakistanis boarded a flight out of New Delhi.
One took a window seat and the other sat next to him in the middle
seat... Just before takeoff, a Sikh, an Indian Army NCO sat down
in the aisle seat.
After takeoff, the soldier kicked his milirary shoes off, wiggled his toes and
was settling in when the Pakistani in the window seat said, 'I need to get up
and get a coke.'
Don't get up,' said the Sardar, 'I'm in the aisle seat, 'I'll get it for you.'
As soon as he left, he picked up the Sardar's left shoe and spat in it.
When the Sardar returned with the coke, the other Paki said, 'That looks
good, I'd really like one, too.'
Again, the Sardar obligingly went to fetch it. While he was gone, the
other Paki picked up the Sardar's right shoe and spat in it.
When the Sardar returned, they all sat back and enjoyed the flight, the
Pakis finishing their cokes. As the plane was landing, the Sardar slipped
his feet into his shoes and knew immediately what had happened.
He leaned over and asked his Pakistani neighbors ...
''Why does it have to be this way?''
''How long must this go on . . . ?"
''This fighting between our nations . . . ?''
''This hatred . . . ?''
''This animosity . . . ?''
''This spitting in shoes...
Scroll down for the punch line!
and pissing in cokes . . . ?''
One took a window seat and the other sat next to him in the middle
seat... Just before takeoff, a Sikh, an Indian Army NCO sat down
in the aisle seat.
After takeoff, the soldier kicked his milirary shoes off, wiggled his toes and
was settling in when the Pakistani in the window seat said, 'I need to get up
and get a coke.'
Don't get up,' said the Sardar, 'I'm in the aisle seat, 'I'll get it for you.'
As soon as he left, he picked up the Sardar's left shoe and spat in it.
When the Sardar returned with the coke, the other Paki said, 'That looks
good, I'd really like one, too.'
Again, the Sardar obligingly went to fetch it. While he was gone, the
other Paki picked up the Sardar's right shoe and spat in it.
When the Sardar returned, they all sat back and enjoyed the flight, the
Pakis finishing their cokes. As the plane was landing, the Sardar slipped
his feet into his shoes and knew immediately what had happened.
He leaned over and asked his Pakistani neighbors ...
''Why does it have to be this way?''
''How long must this go on . . . ?"
''This fighting between our nations . . . ?''
''This hatred . . . ?''
''This animosity . . . ?''
''This spitting in shoes...
Scroll down for the punch line!
and pissing in cokes . . . ?''
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