Showing posts with label disguise. Show all posts
Showing posts with label disguise. Show all posts

Monday, March 11, 2013

Category: From the Mouths of Babes

WALKING THE DOG
A little girl asked her Mom:
“Mom, may I take the dog for a walk around the block?”
Mom replied:
“No, because she is in heat.”
 “What's that mean?” - asked the child.
"Go ask your father. I think he's in the garage.”
The little girl went to the garage and asked:
“Dad, may I take Belle for a walk around the block? I asked Mom, but she said the dog was in heat, and to come to you.”
Dad said:
“Bring Belle over here.”
He took a rag, soaked it with gasoline, scrubbed the dog's backside with it to disguise the scent, and said:
“OK, you can go now, but keep Belle on the leash and only go one time round the block.”
 The little girl left and returned a few minutes later with no dog on the leash.
Surprised, Dad asked:
“Where's Belle?”
The little girl answered:
“She ran out of gas about halfway down the block and another dog is pushing her home.”
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Sunday, April 01, 2012

Category: Male Chauvinists
WHO'LL TELL?
A man was bragging about his sister who disguised herself as a man and joined the army.
“But wait a minute,” – said the listener, – “she'll have to dress with the boys and shower with them too. Won't she?”
“Sure,” – replied the man.
“Well, won't they find out?”
The man shrugged:
“Of course they'll, but who'll tell?”
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Friday, August 20, 2010

Category: Blondes

BLONDE CUSTOMER

A blonde went to the appliance store sale and found a bargain:

“I would like to buy this TV,” - she told the salesman.

“Sorry, we don't sell to blondes,” - he replied.

She hurried home and dyed her hair, then came back and again told the salesman:

“I would like to buy this TV.”

“Sorry, we don't sell to blondes,” - he replied.

“Darn, he recognized me,” - she thought.

She went for a complete disguise this time, haircut and new color, new outfit, big sunglasses, etc.

“I would like to buy this TV,” - she stated upon her return to the store.

“Sorry, we don't sell to blondes,” - he replied.

Frustrated, she exclaimed:

“How do you know I'm a blonde?”

“Because that's a microwave,” - he replied.

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