Jokes
Two today because I need a lift and thankfully my bud, Kimberly, has never let me down.
As a trucker stops for a red light, a blonde catches up. She jumps out of her
car, runs up to his truck, and knocks on the door.
The trucker lowers the window, and she says "Hi, my name is Heather and you are
losing some of your load."
The trucker ignores her and proceeds down the street.
When the truck stops for another red light, the girl catches up again. She
jumps out of her car, runs up and knocks on the door.
Again, the trucker lowers the window. As if they've never spoken, the blonde
says brightly, "Hi my name is Heather, and you are losing some of your load!"
Shaking his head, the trucker ignores her again and continues down the street.
At the third red light, the same thing happens again.
All out of breath, the blonde gets out of her car, runs up, knocks on the truck
door. The trucker rolls down the window. Again she says "Hi, my name is Heather,
and you are losing some of your load!"
When the light turns green the trucker revs up and races to the next light.
When he stops this time, he hurriedly gets out of the truck, and runs back to
the blonde.
He knocks on her window, and after she lowers it, he says...
"Hi, my name is Mark, it's winter in Pennsylvania and I'm driving the SALT
TRUCK!"
A group of 2nd, 3rd and 4th graders, accompanied by
two female teachers, went on a field trip to the local
racetrack (Churchill Downs) to learn about thoroughbred horses and the
supporting industry (Bourbon), but mostly to see the horses.
When it was time to take the children to the
bathroom it was decided that the girls would go with one teacher and the
boys would go with the other. The teacher assigned to the boys was waiting
outside the men's room when one of the boys came out and told her
that none of them could reach the urinal.
Having no choice, she went inside, helped the boys
with their pants, and began hoisting the little boys up one by one
holding onto their "wee wees" to direct the flow.
As she lifted one, she couldn't help but notice
that he was unusually well endowed. Trying not to show that she was
staring, the teacher said, "You must be in the 4th grade."
"No, ma'am, " he replied.
"I'm the jockey riding Silver Arrow in the seventh.
As a trucker stops for a red light, a blonde catches up. She jumps out of her
car, runs up to his truck, and knocks on the door.
The trucker lowers the window, and she says "Hi, my name is Heather and you are
losing some of your load."
The trucker ignores her and proceeds down the street.
When the truck stops for another red light, the girl catches up again. She
jumps out of her car, runs up and knocks on the door.
Again, the trucker lowers the window. As if they've never spoken, the blonde
says brightly, "Hi my name is Heather, and you are losing some of your load!"
Shaking his head, the trucker ignores her again and continues down the street.
At the third red light, the same thing happens again.
All out of breath, the blonde gets out of her car, runs up, knocks on the truck
door. The trucker rolls down the window. Again she says "Hi, my name is Heather,
and you are losing some of your load!"
When the light turns green the trucker revs up and races to the next light.
When he stops this time, he hurriedly gets out of the truck, and runs back to
the blonde.
He knocks on her window, and after she lowers it, he says...
"Hi, my name is Mark, it's winter in Pennsylvania and I'm driving the SALT
TRUCK!"
A group of 2nd, 3rd and 4th graders, accompanied by
two female teachers, went on a field trip to the local
racetrack (Churchill Downs) to learn about thoroughbred horses and the
supporting industry (Bourbon), but mostly to see the horses.
When it was time to take the children to the
bathroom it was decided that the girls would go with one teacher and the
boys would go with the other. The teacher assigned to the boys was waiting
outside the men's room when one of the boys came out and told her
that none of them could reach the urinal.
Having no choice, she went inside, helped the boys
with their pants, and began hoisting the little boys up one by one
holding onto their "wee wees" to direct the flow.
As she lifted one, she couldn't help but notice
that he was unusually well endowed. Trying not to show that she was
staring, the teacher said, "You must be in the 4th grade."
"No, ma'am, " he replied.
"I'm the jockey riding Silver Arrow in the seventh.