A large, well-established, lumber camp advertised that they were looking for a good lumberjack. The very next day, a skinny little man showed up at the camp with his axe and knocked on the head lumberjack’s door. The head lumberjack took one look at the little man and told him to leave.
“Just give me a chance to show you what I can do,” said the skinny man.
“Okay, see that giant redwood over there?” said the lumberjack. “Take your axe and go cut it down.”
The skinny man headed for the tree, and in five minutes he was back knocking on the lumberjack’s door.
“I cut the tree down,” said the man. The lumberjack couldn’t believe his eyes and said: “Where did you get the skill to chop down trees like that?”
“In the Sahara Forest,” replied the man.
“You mean the Sahara Desert,” said the lumberjack.
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.. . The little man laughed and answered back: “Sure, that’s what they call it NOW!”
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An extremely modest man was in the hospital for a series of tests, the last of which had left his bodily systems extremely upset.
Upon making several false alarm trips to the bathroom, he figured that the latest episode was just that, so he stayed put.
Suddenly, however, he filled his bed with diarrhea and was embarrassed beyond his ability to remain rational. In a complete loss of composure, he jumped out of bed, gathered up the bed sheets, and threw them out the hospital window.
A drunk was walking by the hospital when the sheets landed on him. The drunk started yelling, cursing, and swinging his arms v.i.olently, in an attempt to free himself of the sheets.
He ended up with the soiled sheets in a tangled pile at his feet.
As the drunk stood there, staring down at the sheets, a hospital security guard who had witnessed the entire incident, walked up to him and asked: “What the hell is going on?”
The drunk, still staring down at the sheets, replied, “I think I just beat the shit out of a ghost.”
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The Policeman had stopped the man for obvious drunken driving,
but since the guy had a clean record, he made him park the car and took him home in the patrol car. “Are you sure this is your house?” the cop asked as they drove into a rather fashionable neighborhood. “Shertainly!” said the drunk, “and if you’ll just open the door f’me, I can prove it to ya.”
Entering the living room, he said, “You shee that piano?
Thash mine.
You shee that giant television set? Thast mine too.
Now follow me.