Joke Of The Week

Cow-Boy In Mexico. While sipping his tequila, he noticed a sizzling, scrumptious looking platter being served at the next table. Not only did it look good, the smell was wonderful. He asked the waiter, ‘What is that you just served? The waiter replied, ‘Ah senor, those are called Cojones de Toro, bull’s testicles from the bull fight this morning. A delicacy!’

The cowboy said, ‘What the heck, bring me an order.’ The waiter replied, ‘I am so sorry Senor. There is only one serving per day because there is only one bull fight each morning. If you come early and place your order, we will be sure to save you this delicacy.’

The next morning, the cowboy returned, placed his order, and that evening was served the one and only special delicacy of the day. After a few bites, inspecting his platter, he called to the waiter and said, ‘These are delicious, but they are much, much smaller than the ones I saw you serve yesterday.’ The waiter shrugged his shoulders and replied,  ‘Si, Senor .. Sometimes the bull–he wins.’

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17 Responses to “Joke Of The Week”


  1. 1 Keith Stone May 13th, 2011 at 10:50 am

    Latest news from Libya:
    نور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه. ر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست ننور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه. ر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست ننور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه. ر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست ننور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه. ر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست ننور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيستنور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه. ر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست ننور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه. ر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست ننور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه. ر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست ننور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه. ر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست ننور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه. ر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست ننور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه. ر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست ننور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه. ر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست ننور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه. ر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست ننور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه. ر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست ننور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه. ر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست ننور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه. ر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست ننور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه. ر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر

    If I hear more, I’ll let you know!

  2. 2 Boss Hawg May 13th, 2011 at 11:12 am

    Why are biker babes bowlegged?

    Because bikers like to eat with their hats on!

    Boss Hawg

  3. 3 Arie May 13th, 2011 at 12:33 pm

    Keith, are you sure? I heard “رفت سايه. ر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست ننور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه. ر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر “. Not “خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست ننور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه. ر رفت سايه پيدا نيست نقش ديوار و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان نور اگر رفت سايه پيدا نيست ننور اگر “

  4. 4 fluke May 13th, 2011 at 1:15 pm

    من از احمقها احاطه

  5. 5 burnout May 13th, 2011 at 2:31 pm

    Jeff Nicklus walks into a bar……………………. and says “ouch!” peace

  6. 6 Keith Stone May 13th, 2011 at 4:15 pm

    ARIE…… you are 100% correct…. but your adverbnoun’u-ism’s of the word و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان is completely wrong…. witch in turn changes the whole context of the story…….. C’mon, you should know that………………….. LOL

    BOSS HAWG, went into a bar with a cow-boy hat on, and got him self some و چشم خيره ما نقش سايه دگر نمي دان !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    OK, back to work…… 🙂

  7. 7 David May 13th, 2011 at 11:11 pm

    You guys are just wasting good joke telling space …..Lay off it really sucks !!!

    SSDD; David

    By the way what does a old woman have between her breast that a young woman doesn’t……..A Belly Button 🙂

  8. 8 Boss Hawg May 14th, 2011 at 6:38 am

    Keith Stone and Kiki about Sex

    Keith Stone and Kiki, of course newlyweds, are into their 2nd week of marriage when the Kiki says to Keith…

    I want to set the rules down about sex….

    When my hair is nice and perfect …I definitely don’t want to have sex

    If my hair is a little messed up and not that perfect…maybe I do maybe I don’t want to have sex….

    but when my hair is messed up…I definitely want to have sex….

    Keith says…..o.k. but I have my rules about sex also….

    Every night when I come home from work I will have one can of beer…..

    When I have one can of beer I definitely don’t want to have sex….

    When I have a couple of beers, maybe I do…maybe I don’t want to have sex….

    When I have a six pack or a case of beer……

    I don’t give a fuck about your hair……

    Boss Hawg

  9. 9 Allah May 14th, 2011 at 3:44 pm

    محمد على قصر نظر.

  10. 10 Wiz May 15th, 2011 at 3:27 am

    What do you call a hooker with a runny nose?……..FULL!! Yuk-Yuk!! Wiz

  11. 11 Christopher McMinn May 15th, 2011 at 9:12 am

    I read this Blog every week and don’t expect to see that scrawl ever again ,Please, Cyril save that for those countries who can’t read the language , Thanks Bro! !

  12. 12 fluke May 15th, 2011 at 10:12 am

    @Christopher McMinn

    chill, ’twas a joke after all.

    AFAIK The language quoted is modern Persian, which isn’t even spoken in Libya, or Iraq or Afghanistan for that matter. the quoted text is repeated meaningless gobbledygook too.

    why i responded with “من از احمقها احاطه” which more or less translates as “everyone here is an idiot”

  13. 13 Delski May 16th, 2011 at 11:57 am

    A cowboy is riding along in town and he sees a indian sitting in the shade with a pet bull buffalo

    Th cowboy asks hey indian what time is ?

    The indian fondles the bulls balls and says

    “1/4 till noon”

    Huh says the Cowboys he rides on

    A few hours later the cowboy comes back with a ranch hand and says watch this

    Hey indian what time is ?

    the Indian again foundles the bulls balls and says

    three fourty five

    The ranch had an cowboy go and get the mayor to show him the time telling Indian

    They get to the indain and again they ask what time is it indian

    He foundles the bulls balls and says 4:30

    Wow says the mayor you can tell that all from the fell of that buffalos balls ?

    No says indian

    He moves the bull balls and says see that clock on main square !

  14. 14 Jeff Nicklus May 17th, 2011 at 10:14 am

    1. The sport of choice for the urban poor is BASKETBALL.
    2 The sport of choice for maintenance level employees is BOWLING.
    3 The sport of choice for front-line workers is FOOTBALL.
    4 The sport of choice for supervisors is BASEBALL.
    5 The sport of choice for middle management is TENNIS. And….
    6 The sport of choice for corporate executives and officers is GOLF.

    THE AMAZING CONCLUSION:

    The higher you go in the corporate structure, the smaller your balls become.
    There must be a ton of people in Washington playing marbles!

    Over & Out,

    Jeff

  15. 15 Jeff Nicklus May 17th, 2011 at 10:24 am

    A ragged, old, derelict shuffled into a down and dirty bar. Stinking of whiskey and cigarettes, his hands shook as he took the “Piano Player Wanted” sign from the window and handed it to the bartender.

    “I’d like to apply for the job,” he said. “I was an F-4F driver but when they retired the Phantom all the thrill was gone, and soon they cashed me in as well. I learned to play the piano at O-Club happy hours, so here I am.”

    The barkeep wasn’t too sure about this doubtful looking old guy, but it had been quite a while since he had a piano player and business was falling off. So, why not give him a try. The seedy pilot staggered his way over to the piano while several patrons snickered. By the time he was into his third bar of music, every voice was silenced. What followed was a rhapsody of soaring music unlike anything heard in the bar before. When he finished there wasn’t a dry eye in the place.

    The bartender took the old fighter pilot a beer and asked him the name of the song he had just played?

    It’s called “Drop your Skivvies, Baby, I’m Going Balls To The Wall For You” he said. After a long pull from the beer, leaving it empty, he said “I wrote it myself.” The bartender and the crowd winced at the title, but the piano player just went on into a knee-slapping, hand-clapping bit of ragtime that had the place jumping. After he finished, the fighter pilot acknowledged the applause, downed a second proffered mug, and told the crowd the song was called, “Big Boobs Make My Afterburner Light.”

    He then launched into another mesmerizing song and everyone in the room was enthralled. He announced that it was the latest rendition of his song, “Spread ’em Baby, It’s Foggy Out Tonight and I Need To See The Centerline”, excused himself and headed for the john. When he came out the bartender went over to him and said, “Hey fly boy, the job is yours, but do you know your fly is open and your pecker is hanging out.

    “Know it?” the old fighter pilot replied, “Hell, I wrote it!”

    Over & Out,

    Jeff

  16. 16 Big Deal May 17th, 2011 at 1:23 pm

    Best yet Jeff!

  17. 17 nicker May 18th, 2011 at 10:52 pm

    Beer & Natural Selection.

    A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members. In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Now, as we know, excessive intake of alcohol kills brain cells, but naturally it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine. And that, Norm, that is why you always feel smarter after a few beers.’

    -nicker-

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