Family Resemblance

A woman was walking along pushing her newborn baby in the carriage when an old friend approached her. The friend leaned over, peering into the carriage said, “What a beautiful baby boy, and he looks just like his father.”
“I know”, replied the woman, “I just wish he looked more like my husband!”

The Rabbi’s Catholicon

Rabbi Levy had to spend time in a Catholic hospital. He became friends with the Sister who was a nurse there. One day, she came into his room and noticed that the crucifix on the wall was missing. She asked him good-naturedly, “Rabbi, what have you done with the crucifix?”
“Oh, sister,” chuckled Rabbi Levy, “I just figured one suffering Jew in this room was enough.”

Tending the Pearly Gates

Saint Peter is sitting at the Pearly Gates when two guys wearing dark hoodies, and sagging pants, arrive.
St. Peter looked out through the gates and said, “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”
St. Peter goes over to God’s chambers and tells him who is waiting for entrance.
God says to Peter, “How many times do I have to tell you? You can’t be judgmental here. This is heaven. All are loved. All are brothers. Go back and let them in!”
St. Peter goes back to the Gates, looks around, and lets out a heavy sigh. He returns to God’s chambers and says, “Well, they’re gone.”
“The guys wearing hoodies?” asked God.
“No. The Pearly Gates.”

(A special thanks goes out as this was a contributed joke.)

Loveless Leftovers

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So most people know about the strange U.S. custom of eating a giant turkey feast on the last Thursday of November. If you didn’t, well, that’s what we do. After which we have a lot of badly aging leftovers stuffed into our refrigerators for about a week. My mother used to create a myriad of soups, casseroles, and concoctions from the remains. I dare say my dad probably has a few Cool Whip containers that she’d left behind in the deep freezer from Thanksgivings long past… And knowing my dad, he’d probably eat them too.

Hope you all had a happy Thanksgiving.

Final Requests

Two men, sentenced to die on the same day, were led down to the room where the electric chair was. The priest had given them last rites, the formal speech had been given by the warden, and a final prayer had been said among the participants. The warden, turning to the first man, solemnly asked, “Son, do you have a last request?”
The man replied, “Yes sir, I do. I love dance music. Could you please play the Macarena for me one last time?”
“Certainly,” replied the warden.
He turned to the other man and asked, “Well, what about you, son? What is your final request?”
“Please,” said the condemned man, “Kill me first.”

Thanksgiving Prayer

A 4-year-old boy was asked to pray before Thanksgiving dinner. The family members bowed their heads in expectation.
He began his prayer, thanking the Lord for all his friends, naming them one by one.
Then he thanked the Lord for Mommy, Daddy, brother, sister, Grandma, Grandpa, and all his aunts and uncles. Then he began to thank the Lord for the food. He gave thanks for the turkey, the dressing, the fruit salad, the cranberry sauce, the pies, the cakes, even the Cool Whip.
Then he paused, and everyone waited — and waited.
After a long silence, the young fellow looked up at his mother and asked, “If I thank the Lord for the broccoli, won’t he know that I’m lying?”

Communicable Conversation

A male patient is lying in bed in the hospital, wearing an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose. A young student nurse appears and gives him a partial sponge bath.
“Nurse,”‘ he mumbles from behind the mask, “are my testicles black?”
Embarrassed, the young nurse replies, “I don’t know, Sir. I’m only here to wash your upper body and feet.”
He struggles to ask again, “Nurse, please check for me. Are my testicles black?”
Concerned that he might elevate his blood pressure and heart rate from worrying about his testicles, she overcomes her embarrassment and pulls back the covers. She raises his gown, holds his manhood in one hand and his testicles gently in the other.
She looks very closely and says, “There’s nothing wrong with them, Sir. They look fine.”
The man slowly pulls off his oxygen mask, smiles at her, and says very slowly, “Thank you very much. That was wonderful. Now listen very, very closely:
Are – my – test – results – back?”

Alleviating Ailments

Hung Chow calls in to work and says, “Hey, boss I not come work today, I really sick. I got headache, stomach ache and my legs hurt. I not come work.”
The boss says, “You know Hung Chow, I really need you today. When I feel like this I go to my wife and tell her to give me sex. That makes everything better and I can go to work. You should try that.”
Two hours later Hung Chow calls again, “Boss, I do what you say and I feel great. I be at work soon. By the ways, you got nice house.”

The Jittery Jitney

The passenger tapped the driver of the taxi on his shoulder to ask him a question.

Suddenly, the driver screamed, lost control of the vehicle, nearly hit a bus, went up on the sidewalk, and stopped mere inches from a store window.

For a second, everything was quiet in the cab. “Don’t ever do that again! You scared the daylights out of me!” scolded the driver.

The passenger apologized and said, “I didn’t realize that a little tap would scare you so much.”

“Sorry, it’s not your fault,” conceded the driver. “Today is my first day as a cab driver. Previously I had been driving a hearse for the past 25 years.”

The Invitation

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So yes, I’ve got an Ello account, and I have no idea what it’s good for. Here it is: https://ello.co/f2x.

As I skimmed through the other users, it would seem that the vast majority are identifying themselves as “graphic designer”. Yeah… It feels like I’m in a room full of people drinking the most pretentious sounding beverages at Starbucks, and I’m standing there with a used styrofoam cup half full of a tepid watered down generic instant coffee.

Personally I get the impression that this site isn’t going to be a Facebook killer. Honestly I doubt it will become as popular as MySpace. People will sign up out of curiosity , post a few things, promptly forget about it, but not before they blog about how awful the experience was.

So maybe that’s what Ello is good for: Unifying the internet in proclaiming how bad it sucks.