|They had been married for sixty years. They were far from rich, but in very good health, due largely to her insistence that they both eat healthy foods and exercise every day. But their good health didn't help them when their plane crashed.|
At the Pearly Gates, St. Peter led them to a beautiful mansion, furnished in gold and fine silks, with a fully stocked kitchen, and a waterfall in the master bath. They gasped in astonishment.
"Welcome to Heaven. This will be your home for eternity."
The man asked, "How much will this cost?"
"Why, nothing," St. Peter replied. "This is your heavenly reward. And see that championship golf course out your back window? It's included, too; you can play as much as you want, for free."
He also showed them the clubhouse, the pool, the lavish meals of every cuisine imaginable. "This is Heaven. Everything is free for you to enjoy." The old man glanced nervously at his wife and then asked, "But where are the low fat, low cholesterol foods, the decaffeinated tea, the..."
St. Peter interrupted. "That's the best part," he said. "You can eat and drink as much as you like, of anything you like, and you'll never get fat or sick. This is Heaven!"
"No gym to work out at?"
"Only if you want to."
"No testing my sugar or blood pressure or..."
"Never again. Here you just enjoy yourself."
The old man glared at his wife and said, "You and your damned bran muffins! We could have been here twenty years ago!"
|At the height of a political corruption trial, the prosecuting attorney attacked a witness.|
"Isn't it true," he bellowed, "that you accepted five thousand dollars to compromise this case?"
The witness stared out the window, as though he hadn't hear the question.
"Isn't it true that you accepted five thousand dollars to compromise this case?" the lawyer repeated. The witness still did not respond.
Finally, the judge leaned over and said, "Sir, please answer the question."
"Oh," the startled witness said, "I thought he was talking to you.
|While waiting at the bus stop, a man with a stutter asked another, "E-e-excuse m-me, w-w-what t-time is it?"|
The other man didn't reply. Again, the man asked, "E-excuse m-m-me, c-can y-you t-t-tell me w-what t-time it is?"
Once again, the other man didn't reply. The man with the stutter got angry and stormed off.
A third man, having witnessed the whole ordeal, asked the silent man, "Why didn't you just answer the man's question?"
The silent man said, "Th-there w-w-would have b-been a f-fight."
|I went into my proctologist's office for my first rectal exam. His new nurse, Evelyn, took me to an examining room And told me to get undressed and have a seat Until the doctor could see me. She said that he would only be a few minutes.|
After putting on the gown that she gave me I sat down. While waiting I observed that there were three items on a stand next to the exam table:
A Tube of K-Y jelly,
A rubber glove,
and a beer.
When the doctor finally came in I said, "Look Doc, I'm a little confused, this is my first exam... I know what the K-Y is for, and I know what the glove is for, but can you tell me what the BEER is for?
At that Doctor Paul became noticeably outraged and stormed over to the door. He flung the door open and yelled to his nurse.......
"Darn it, Evelyn !!! I said a BUTT LIGHT!!!"