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The neighbors believed he practiced black magic and was responsible for missing cats and dogs and strange sounds at all hours. He was quite feared and enjoyed it very much.
Then the man died abruptly under strange circumstances and there was a closed-casket funeral. After the burial, the wife went straight to the local bar and began to party as if there was no tomorrow. Her neighbors approached in a group to ask if she wasn't worried about her husband digging himself out of the grave.
The wife put down her drink, smiled and said, "Let the old bugger dig. I had him buried upside down!"
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After lunch he goes back out to chop some more wood and comes back and says again, Man! My hands are really freezing! She says again, Well. put them between my thighs and warm them up again. He does, and again that warms him up.
After dinner, he goes out one more time to chop wood to get them through the night. When he returns to the cabin, he states once again, Honey, my hands are really, really freezing. She looks at him and says, For crying out loud, don't your ears ever get cold?
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"There ain't no way they can catch a Corvette," he thought to himself and opened her up further. The needle hit 90, 100, 130 and finally 150 with the light still behind him. "What the hell am I doing?" he finally thought and pulled over.
The cop came up to him, took his license without a word, and examined it and the car. "I've had a tough shift and this is my last pull over. I don't particularly feel like doing more paperwork, so if you can give me an excuse for your driving that I haven't heard before, you can go."
"Last week my wife ran off with a cop," the man said, "and I was afraid you were trying to give her back."
"Off you go," said the officer.
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