An Arab merchant called to a tourist in the market, "Buy a sarong, sir. See, the label says, 'Guaranteed not shrink'." The tourist bought it, but when he washed it the next day, the sarong shrank to half its original size. He took it back and complained to the merchant, "You said it was guaranteed not to shrink."
"The label is written in Arabic," said the merchant, "so you must read it from right to left: "Shrink not guaranteed."
"Dad," said a 16-year old boy to his father, "every time I answer the phone and someone is calling you, they think I am you."
"You think that's bad?" countered his 13-year old brother, whose voice hadn't changed yet. "When I answer the phone, they think I'm Mom."
A man was stranded on the proverbial deserted Pacific island for years,
Finally, one day a boat came sailing into view, and the man frantically waved and drew the skipper's attention. The boat came near the island and the sailor got out and greeted the stranded man.
After a while the sailor asked, "What are those three huts you have here?"
"Well, that's my house there."
"What's the next hut?" asked the sailor.
"I built that hut to be my church."
"What about the other hut?"
"Oh, that's where I used to go to church."
Three hunters were out on a safari – an American, a Brit and an Israeli. They're captured by cannibals who start getting the cooking pots ready. The cannibal chief told the hunters they each can have ONE LAST WISH.
"What's your last wish?" he asked the American.
"I'd like a steak," he replied.
So the cannibals killed a zebra and served the American his steak.
"What do you want?" the cannibal chief asked the Brit.
"I'd like to have a smoke on my pipe," which they let him do.
Then the chief asked the Israeli, "What's your last wish?"
"I want you to kick my rear end."
"Be serious," said the top cannibal.
"C'mon, you promised," said the Israeli.
"Oh, all right," said the chief, who delivered the requested kick. Whereupon, the Israeli pulled out a gun, shot the chief and a few other cannibals while the rest ran away.
The American and the Brit were furious. "Why didn't you do that in the first place, so we wouldn't have had to go through all this?" they demanded.
Replied the Israeli, "What! Are you mad? The UN would have condemned me as the aggressor."
Author Vyvyan Holland used to tell of a great uncle who kept a few bottles of rare cognac for rare old friends. One day his house caught fire, and one fireman in particular behaved with great gallantry. The old gentleman could think of no more handsome gesture than to offer him a glass of the noble brandy. The fireman, drenched by the hoses, took off his boots and socks and said, " Thank you kindly, sir. A very happy thought. I'm a teetotaller myself, sir, but I've always found that there's nothing like brandy to stop you getting a cold," and he poured the precious fluid over his feet.
This farmer had a rather large three-legged pig. It was brought to the attention of the local newspaper, and a reporter was sent to interview the farmer.
"Tell me." said the reporter, "how do you come to have a three-legged pig?"
"Well," said the farmer, "this is a valuable pig. One day my four year old son fell into the pond over there, and this pig went running as fast as could be, and jumped into the pond and pushed my son up onto dry ground."
"Well," said the farmer, "this is a valuable pig. One night, we heard this squealing and grunting, and banging on our front door. I got up to see what the ruckus was, and the house was on fire. Thanks to the pig, I was able to save my family."
"Truly unbelievable," said the reporter, "but how does that relate to the pig only having three legs?"
"Well," said the farmer, "when you have a valuable pig like that, you just don't eat him all at one time."
What a wife says:
"This place is a mess! C'mon, you and I need to clean up. Your stuff is lying on the floor, and if we don't do laundry right now, you'll have no clothes to wear."
What a man hears:
What a husband hears:
Blah, blah, blah, YOU AND I blah, blah, ON THE FLOOR blah, blah, blah, RIGHT NOW blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, NO CLOTHES.
