Showing posts with label Mars. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mars. Show all posts

Friday, October 19, 2012

Category: Ecumenical Stories

MARTIAN STORY
Two astronauts landed on Mars.  Their mission: to check whether there is oxygen on the planet.
"Give me the box of matches" - said one. "Either it burns and there is oxygen, or nothing happens."
He took the box and was ready to strike a match when out of the blue a Martian appeared waving all his arms:
 "No, no, don't!" 
The two guys looked at each other, worried. Could there be an unknown explosive gas on Mars? Still, the first one took up again the match. Now a crowd of hysterical Martians came, all waving their arms:
"No, no, don't do that!" 
"It looks serious. What are they afraid of? But we're here for Science, to know if man can breathe on Mars".
He stroke the match, which flamed up, burned down, and..... nothing happened.
"Why did you want to prevent us from striking a match?"
The leader of the Martians said:
"It is Shabbos today!"
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Friday, July 31, 2009

Category: Naughty Jokes MARS MAID The first astronaut to land on Mars encountered a native girl there. She was built somewhat differently, but was distinctly female and beautiful by any standard. The girl was busy in front of a steaming cauldron, adding various ingredients to its contents and steering furiously. After a while the astronaut said: “Excuse me, I just arrived from Earth. Can you tell me what you are doing?” “Is it not obvious?” - replied the Martian girl. “I am making a child. I must be careful to mix well the components supplied by my three husbands, two co-wives and me and if the temperature and other conditions are perfect, out comes a healthy little Mars-child. Is this not the way children are made on Earth? “No, positively no,” - answered the Earthman. “Tell me then, how do you make children?” “I cannot explain, but I can show you.” Indeed, he showed her and the girl seemed to have enjoyed it. She said so too: “I must say that your way of producing a child is quite enjoyable, but what I don’t understand is where is the product of our labors, the child?” “Oh, that,” - shrugged the Earthman. “The child is only born after nine months.” “Then why did you stop mixing?” Add to Technorati Favorites GoLedy.com
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