The Brass Rat

A man walked into an antique store, and began to look around. Suddenly, he spied a large brass rat in the corner. He fell in love with it, and so he brought it up to the cashier.

“The rat, eh?” said the wizened old proprietor.

“That’s right. How much?” replied the customer.

“Well, five dollars for the rat…” the old man paused, “but 200 dollars for the story,” he answered with a grin.

“I’ll just take the rat… without the story,” laughed the patron.

After paying the old man $5.00, he left the store with his precious brass rat tucked under his arm.

Soon he began to hear a scurrying and squeaking noise behind him. When he looked back, he noticed that a few rats were following him. After he had walked a few more blocks, the number of rats behind him increased. This continued, until there were virtually millions of rats behind him.

The man panicked, ran to a pier overlooking the sea, and threw the brass rat in. All of the rats plunged in after it, and met their watery deaths.

Freaked out and nearly breathless, the man ran back to the antique store.

The old store owner was chuckling to himself. “So now do you want the story?”

“No,” said the man, “but have you got any brass lawyers?”

Plastic Surgery

A woman went to a very prominent plastic surgeon with a very unique request.

“What seems to be the problem?” the doctor asked confidently.

“It’s kind of embarrassing, doc”, said the woman. “One of my butt cheeks is sagging lower than the other, and I was hoping you could even them out a bit.”

The surgeons face was overtaken by a look of horror. “I’m sorry. There is no way I can help you. Now if you’ll please leave.” He opened the door and motioned for her to get out.

“What? But why?” pleaded the woman.

In a low but angry tone the surgeon growled, “I am considered one of the foremost plastic surgeons in the world! Do you have any idea what would happen to my reputation if people found out I was doing a half-ass job?”

Doggone Dogs

A schnauzer, a poodle, and a great Dane were sitting in the waiting room of a vet’s office. The poodle turned to the schnauzer and asked “why are you here?”

The schnauzer replied, “I’m 17 years old. I don’t see or hear very well. I’ve been having accidents in the house. My owner says I’m too old and sick, so he brought me here to put me down.”

The other two dogs lowered their heads on that somber note.

The poodle had to confide, “I’ve not been myself lately. I’ve been especially high strung. I’ve been barking all the time, I’ve been snapping at people and I even bit one of the neighbor’s kids. Nobody knows why this has been happening. My owner says he can’t risk me biting somebody else, so he brought
me here to be put down as well.”

The schnauzer and the great Dane shook their heads in sorrowful solidarity.

It was then that the poodle and schnauzer looked at the great Dane and asked why he was there.

“Well you see my master was in the shower yesterday,” replied the great Dane. “When she got out of the shower, she went into the bedroom and bent down to pick up something on the floor. I guess nature took over and the next thing I know I’m on top of her doing my doggy thing. I just couldn’t help myself.”

The other two dogs were stunned at the great Dane’s tale. The poodle asked, “They’re putting you down for that?”

“Oh, no,” said the great Dane. “I’m here to get my nails trimmed.”

The Drive

Two elderly women, Mildred and Agnes, were out driving in a large sedan. As they were cruising along they came to an intersection. The stoplight was red but Mildred just went on through. Agnes thought to herself, “I must be losing my mind, I swear we just went through a red light.”

A few minutes later they came to another red light, and again Mildred went right through. This time Agnes was almost sure that the light had been red, but was really concerned that she might have been mistaken. She decided to pay very close attention to the road and the next intersection to see what was going on.

At the next intersection, sure enough, the light was definitely red and they went right through. She turned to Mildred and said, “Mildred! Did you know we just ran through three red lights in a row! You could have killed us!”

Mildred turned and said, “Oh, am I driving?”