Collection of Lame Jokes

[nsaspook]

 

[BillTre]

 

[BillTre]

 

[jack action]

The IRS decides to audit Grandpa, and summons him to the IRS office. The IRS auditor was not surprised when Grandpa showed up with his attorney.

The auditor said, “Well, sir, you have an extravagant lifestyle and no full-time employment, which you explain by saying that you win money gambling. I’m not sure the IRS finds that believable.”

“I’m a great gambler, and I can prove it,” says Grandpa. “How about a demonstration?”

The auditor thinks for a moment and says, “OK. Go ahead.”

Grandpa says, “I’ll bet you a thousand dollars that I can bite my own eye.”

The auditor thinks a moment and says, “It’s a bet.”

Grandpa removes his glass eye and bites it. The auditor’s jaw drops.

Grandpa says, “Now, I’ll bet you two thousand dollars that I can bite my other eye.”

The auditor can tell Grandpa isn’t blind, so he takes the bet.

Grandpa removes his dentures and bites his good eye. The stunned auditor now realizes he has wagered and lost three grand, with Grandpa’s attorney as a witness. He starts to get nervous.

“Want to go double or nothing?” Grandpa asks. “I’ll bet you six thousand dollars that I can stand on one side of your desk, and pee into that wastebasket on the other side, and never get a drop anywhere in between.”

The auditor, twice burned, is cautious now, but he looks carefully and decides there’s no way this old guy could possibly manage that stunt, so he agrees again. Grandpa stands beside the desk and unzips his pants, but although he strains mightily, he can’t make the stream reach the wastebasket on the other side, so he pretty much urinates all over the auditor’s desk.

The auditor leaps with joy, realizing that he has just turned a major loss into a huge win. But Grandpa’s attorney moans and puts his head in his hands.

“Are you OK?” the auditor asks.

“Not really,” says the attorney. “This morning, when Grandpa told me he’d been summoned for an audit, he bet me twenty-five thousand dollars that he could come in here and pee all over your desk and that you’d be happy about it.”

 

[dextercioby]

 

[BillTre]

 

[fresh_42]

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[WWGD]

 

[davenn]

 

[fresh_42]

 

[davenn]

 

[WWGD]

 

[phinds]

 

[DennisN]

 

[dextercioby]

 

[phinds]

 

[Ibix]

Also beware of roadrunners exceeding posted speed limits?

 

[fresh_42]

 

[jtbell]

There's a rumor going around about butter...

but I'm not going to spread it.

 

[phinds]

 

[WWGD]

 

[WWGD]

 

[nsaspook]

 

[WWGD]

Medalist winner, Civil Engineering:

 

[WWGD]

 

[BillTre]

Medalist winner, Civil Engineering:
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This happens when the drain pipes float up in the cement when it is poured. The pipes and drain have to be anchored down, weighted down, or kept from floating up in some way.
This is an issue I had to deal with when getting floor drains in the fish rooms we had made.
My floors drain well.

 

[BillTre]

 

[nsaspook]

 

[valenumr]

I just solved a fundamental problem in with SI. Will be submitting paper for peer review.

My first hypothesis was pretty solid:

But a colleague came up with a better theory I fully support.

 

[WWGD]

 

[WWGD]

 

[nsaspook]

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One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.

 

[dextercioby]

 

[WWGD]

One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.

Surprisingly like the Banana Split Theme song somehow: Tra-la-la, Tra-la-la-la,...

Looked it up when it came out in " Millionaire" a while back.

 

[nsaspook]

Talking about drinks.
What can happen to an Old Fashioned?