Nevada...Las Vegas: All the amenities of modern society in a habitat unfit to grow a tomato.—Jason Love
New Mexico...Traveling outside Taos, a man comes upon a Native American lying in the middle of the road with his ear pressed against the blacktop. “What are you doing?” asks the man.
The tribesman replies, “Woman, late 30s, three kids, one barking dog in late model, four-door station wagon, traveling at 65 mph.”
“Amazing! You can tell all of that just by listening to the ground?”
“No,” says the Native American. “They ran over me five minutes ago.”
New York...I moved to New York City for my health. I’m paranoid, and it was the only place where my fears were justified.—Anita Weiss
North Carolina...On his first trip to Boston, the North Carolinian met a girl at a bar and asked her, “Do you go to Harvard?”
The girl responded, “Yale.”
“OK. DO YOU GO TO HARVARD?!”
North Dakota...What’s a seven-course meal in North Dakota? A hamburger and a six-pack.
Ohio...How do you know you’re from Ohio? You own only three spices: salt, pepper, and ketchup.
Oklahoma...How can you tell if an Oklahoman is married? There’s dried chewing tobacco on both sides of his pickup truck.
Oregon...Howard dies and waits in line for judgment. He notices that some souls go right into Heaven, while Satan throws others into a burning pit. But every so often, instead of hurling a poor soul into the fire, the Devil tosses him aside. Curious, Howard asks Satan, ”Excuse me, but why are you tossing them aside instead of flinging them into Hell with the others?”
“They’re from Oregon,” Satan replies. “They’re too wet to burn.”
Pennsylvania...What do you call an Amish guy with his hand in a horse’s mouth? A mechanic.
Rhode Island...Welcome to Rhode Island! Enjoy it, because it ends in 40 feet.
South Carolina...While fishing off Myrtle Beach, a Yankee tourist capsized his boat. Petrified, he yelled to an old guy standing on the shore, “Are there any gators around here?!”
“Naw,” the man hollered back, “they ain’t been around for years!”
Feeling safe, the tourist started swimming toward shore. Halfway there, he asked the guy, “How’d you get rid of the gators?”
“We didn’t do anything,” the old guy said. "The sharks got 'em."
RascalRiley wrote:
Read all four. Ty
There's a 5th...the last one.
slatten49 wrote:
There's a 5th...the last one.
I enjoy it as well. Your contribution of humour on this site is a welcome addition
RascalRiley wrote:
I enjoy it as well. Your contribution of humour on this site is a welcome addition
Thanks, Rascal, as I've always thought the following...
"Laughter is the closest distance between two people." -- Victor Borge
"The wonderful thing about laughter is that it just destroys any kind of system of dividing people." -- John Cleese
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