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Just as the third guy fininshes talking, the fourth guy joins them and asks, What are you guys talking about?'
Just about how good our sons are doing, the three men replied. Well, my son is doing very well, says the fourth man, He's a male stripper and just last week he got a huge portfolio, a Ferrari and a million-dollar home.
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"What you staring at, old man? Ain't you ever done anything wild in your time?"
"Yeah. I screwed a parrot once. I was wondering if you were my son?"
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The agent replied, "I'm sorry, sir. I'll be happy to try to help you, but I've got to help these folks first, and I'm sure we'll be able to work something out."
The passenger was unimpressed. He SCREAMED, so that the passengers behind him could hear, "Do you have ANY idea who I am?"
Without hesitating, the gate agent smiled and grabbed her public address microphone.
"May I have your attention, please?" she began, her voice bellowing throughout the terminal. "We have a passenger here at the gate WHO DOES NOT KNOW WHO HE IS. If anyone can help him find his identity, please come to gate 17."
With the people behind him in line laughing hysterically, the man glared at the airline agent, gritted his teeth, and swore, "Screw you."
Without flinching, she smiled and replied, "I'm sorry, sir, but you'll have to stand in line for that, too."
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