This is why I didn't show up for work yesterday. I was cleaning
out my wife's grandpa's cellar and found 12 bottles of his
home-bottled grape wine under the steps. My wife told me to empty
the contents of each and every bottle down the sink, or else. I
agreed to do the unpleasant task.
I withdrew the cork form the first bottle and poured the contents
down the sink, with the exception of one glass, which I drank. I
extracted the cork from the second bottle, did likewise, and drank
one glass, just to check the taste to see if the old fellow knew
his wine making. He did.
I then opened the third bottle, and poured it, too, down the sink,
but not until drinking one full glass to check the purity. It was
very good. I did this, also with the fourth bottle. One glass for
myself, and the rest down the sink. I pulled the bottle from the
cork of the next, and drank one sink out of it and threw the rest
down the glass. I pulled the sink out of the next glass and poured
the cork from the bottle, then corked the sink with the glass,
bottled the drink and drank the pour.
When I had everything emptied, I steadied the house with one hand,
counted the bottles, corks, glasses and sinks with the other, which
were 29, and as the house came by I counted them again, and finally
had all the houses in one bottle, which I drank. I felt so foolish
that I couldn't go upstairs and congratulate my wife to tell her
what a great winemaker her grandpa was. I will do that after
climbing the basement steps the next time they come by.
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A first-grade teacher, Ms. Brooks, was having trouble with one of
her students.
The teacher asked, "Harry, what's your problem?"
Harry answered, "I'm too smart for the 1st grade. My sister is in
the 3rd grade and I'm smarter than she is! I think I should be in
the 3rd grade too!"
Ms. Brooks had had enough. She took Harry to the principal's
office. While Harry waited in the outer office, the teacher
explained to the principal what the situation was. The principal
told Ms. Brooks he would give the boy a test. If he failed to
answer any of his questions he was to go back to the 1st grade and
behave. She agreed.
Harry was brought in and the conditions were explained to him and
he agreed to take the test.
Principal: "What is 3 x 3?"
Harry: "9".
Principal: "What is 6 x 6?"
Harry: "36".
And so it went with every question the principal thought a 3rd
grader should know.
The principal looks at Ms. Brooks and tells her, "I think Harry can
go to the 3rd grade."
Ms. Brooks says to the principal, "Let me ask him some questions."
The principal and Harry both agreed.
Ms. Brooks asks, "What does a cow have four of that I have only two
of?" Harry, after a moment: "Legs."
Ms. Brooks: "What is in your pants that you have but I do not
have?" The principal wondered, why would she ask such a question!
Harry replied: "Pockets."
Ms. Brooks: "What does a dog do that a man steps into?" Harry:
"Pants"
Ms. Brooks: What's starts with a C, ends with a T, is hairy, oval,
delicious and contains thin, whitish liquid?
Harry: "Coconut."
The principal sat forward with his mouth hanging open.
Ms. Brooks: "What goes in hard and pink then comes out soft and
sticky?" The principal's eyes opened really wide and before he
could stop the answer.
Harry: "Bubble gum"
Ms. Brooks: "What does a man do standing up, a woman does sitting
down and a dog does on three legs?"
Harry: "Shake hands."
The principal was trembling.
Ms. Brooks: "What word starts with an 'F' and ends in 'K' that
means a lot of heat and excitement?"
Harry: "Firetruck"
The principal breathed a sigh of relief and told the teacher, "Put
Harry in the fifth-grade, I got the last seven questions
wrong......
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A guy sticks his head in the barber shop and asks, "How long before
I can get a haircut?" The barber looks around the shop and says,
"About two hours." The guy leaves. A few days later, the same guy
sticks his head in the door and asks, "How long before I get a
haircut?" The barber looks around the shop full of customers and
says, "About two hours." The guy leaves. A week later, the same guy
sticks his head in the shop and asks, "How long before I can get a
haircut?" The barber looks around the shop an says, "About an hour
and half." The guy leaves. The barber looks over at a friend in the
shop and says, "Hey Bill, follow that guy and see where he goes."
In a little while, Bill comes back into the shop laughing
hysterically. The barber asks, "Bill, where did he go when he left
here?" Bill looked up and said, "To your house."