Assortment of Jokes
Getting Old:
An elderly couple had dinner at another couple's house, and after eating, the wives left the table and went into the kitchen. The two elderly gentlemen were talking, and one said, "Last night we went out to a new restaurant, and it was really great. I would recommend it very highly." The other man said, "What is the name of the restaurant?" The first man thought and thought and finally said, "What is the name of that flower you give to someone you love? You know... the one that is red and has thorns." "Do you mean a rose?" "Yes," the man said. He turned toward the kitchen and yelled, "Rose, what's the name of that restaurant we went to last night?"
Spaghetti:
A wealthy man was having an affair with an Italian woman for a few years. One night, during one of their rendezvous, she confided in him that she was pregnant. Not wanting to ruin his reputation or his marriage, he paid her a large sum of money if she would go to Italy to have the child. If she stayed, he would also provide child support until the child turned 18. She agreed, but wondered how he would know when the baby is born. To keep it discrete, he told her to mail him a postcard, and write "Spaghetti" on the back. He would then arrange for child support. One day, about 8 months later, he came home to his confused wife. "Honey", she said, "you received a very strange postcard today." "Oh, well just give it to me and I'll explain it later," he said! The wife gave him the card, and watched as her husband read the card, turned white, and fainted. On the card was written: "Spaghetti, spaghetti, spaghetti; two with meatballs, one without.
Workout:
Dear Diary For my 40th birthday this year, my husband (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the local gym for me. Although I am still in great shape since my track and field days some 25 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try. I called the gym and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Damon, who identified himself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear. My husband seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The gym encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
Monday: Started my day at 6:00 am. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Damon waiting for me. He is something o f a Greek god - with blond hair, seductive eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!! Damon gave me a tour and showed me the machines. He took my pulse after five minutes on the treadmill and was alarmed that it was so fast, but I attribute it to standing next to him in his gym top and bulging shorts. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which he conducted his aerobics class after my workout today Very inspiring. Damon was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time he was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!!
Tuesday: I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Damon made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air and then he put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. Damon's rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT!! It's a whole new life for me.
Wednesday: The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I ran over the gym manager in the parking lot. Damon was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. His voice is a little too perky for this early in the morning and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying. My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so he put me on the stair monster. Why the heck would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity r endered obsolete by elevators? Damon told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. He said some other shit too.
Thursday: Damon was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late; it took me that long to tie my shoes. Damon took me to work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I ran and hid in the women's change room. He sent Cheryl to find me, and then, as punishment, put me on the rowing machine - which I sank.
Friday: I hate that bastard Damon more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world - stupid, masochistic gym-jock. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat him with it. He wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the fricken barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich, which I am sure you learned in the sadist school you attended and graduated magna cum laude from. The treadmill flung me off and I landed on the nutrition advisor. Why couldn't it have been someone big and soft, like an ice-cream salesman or a fireman?
Saturday: Damon left a message on my answering machine in his grating, whining voice, wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing him made me want to smash the machine with my rolling pin. However, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.
Sunday: I'm having the church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my husband (the bastard) will choose a gift for me that is fun - like a root canal or a pap smear.
A man asking the Trainer in the gym: "I want to impress that beautiful girl, which machine should I use?"
Trainer: "Use the ATM machine outside the gym...TRUE LOVE
I told her : "I might not be rich, I have no money or villa or cars or companies like my friend John, but I love you and adore you."She looked at me with tears in her eyes and hugged me like there is no tomorrow and whispered in my ear... : "If you love me, introduce me to John..."Who is talking to who?
A woman was sipping on a glass of wine, while sitting on the patio with her husband, and she says, "I love you so much, I don't know how I could ever live without you" ... Her husband asks, "Is that you, or the wine talking?" ... She replies, "It's me...talking to the wine." AND HERE IS ANOTHER VERSION OF IT: A man is sitting at home on the veranda with his wife and he says, "I love you." She asks, "Is that you or the beer talking?" He replies, "It's me - talking to the beer."
A wife asked her husband to describe her.
He said you are " A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K "
She asked " What does that mean?"
He explained : you are Adorable, Beautiful, Cute, Delightful, Elegant, Foxy, Gorgeous and Hot.
She said "that's so lovely- how about I, J and K ? "
He said - - I'm Just Kidding.
Husband is still recovering..........
