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A Scottish mother was visiting her son in his New York City apartment and asked, “How do you find the Americans, Donald?”

“They are such noisy people, Mother,” explained Donald. “One neighbor won’t stop banging his head against the wall, while the other screams and screams all night long.”

“Oh, Donald!” exclaimed his mother. “How ever do you manage to put up with them?”

“What can I do?” said Donald shaking his head. “I just quietly lie in bed while playing me bagpipes.”

Two rednecks were standing at the top of a cliff. One had a budgie on each shoulder. The other had a parrot and a shotgun.

The first guy jumped off the cliff and on the way down the birds flew away. He crashed onto the rocks below and rolled over on his back. He looked up just in time to see his friend jump off too.

As the second guy fell, the parrot flew off. He pulled out his shot gun and shot the bird just before he crashed onto the rocks next to his buddy.

As they each laid there groaning in agony, the first one said, “I really don’t see what is supposed to be so great about budgie jumping!”

The second guy let out a groan and said, “I’m not really too impressed with free-fall parrot shooting either!”

An Englishman, a German, and a Frenchman had smuggled a crate of booze into Saudi Arabia. Without any warning, Saudi police rushed in and arrested them. The mere possession of alcohol is a severe offense in Saudi Arabia, so for this terrible crime they were each sentenced to 500 lashes with a whip.

On the day of their punishment the Sheikh who was going to whip them announced, “It is my wife’s birthday today, and she has asked me to allow each of you one request before your whipping.”

The German was first in line, he thought for a while and then said, “Please tie a pillow to my back.”

The Sheikh allowed the request, but the pillow barely lasted 50 lashes before the whip went through. When the punishment was done the German had to be carried away bleeding and crying with pain.

The Frenchman was up next. After watching the German in horror he requested, “Please affix two pillows to my back.”

But even two pillows could only take 100 lashes before the whip went through. The Frenchman was soon carried away bleeding and moaning loudly.

The Englishman was the last one up, but before he could say anything, the Sheikh said to him “You are British. I really like British people. For this, you may have two requests!”

“Thank you, your merciful highness,” the Englishman replied. “In recognition of your kindness, my first request is that you give me not 500, but 1000 lashes.”

With an admiring look on his face, the Sheikh declared, “If 1000 lashes is what you desire, then so be it!”

The Englishman smiled and said, “Thank you ol’ chap, and for my second request, I’d very much appreciate it if you’d tie the Frenchman and the German to my back.”

“It’s a boy,” Jerry cried out, as tears began to roll down his cheeks.

He ran to the exit and threw open the doors exclaiming, “I can’t believe it! It really is a boy!”

On that day, Jerry swore he would never return to Thailand.

It was nighttime, and a mugger wearing a ski mask jumped out and stuck a gun to the ribs of a pedestrian wearing a suit.

“Give me your money!” shouted the gunman.

“You can’t do this,” protested the other man. “I’m a US Congressman!”

“In that case,” replied the robber, “Give me my money!”

A group of blonde hunters were out hunting in the middle of the forest. At a certain point they realized they were lost.

One of the blondes said, “I’ve heard that whenever you get lost in the woods, what you have to do is to shoot three times into the air and wait for someone to find you.”

They all nodded in agreement, shot three times in the air, waited a while, but nothing happened.

So they shot three more times into the air but, again, no one came to help.

After trying three more shots, one of the blondes remarked, “I hope someone finds us soon. That was my last arrow!”

Clifford spent all day putting in a new cement walkway, but was horrified to see his kids trying to write their names in it with sticks.

After harshly yelling at the kids, he stomped back inside, only to find his wife scowling.

“How could you do that?” she asked. “It’s just a walkway, and besides, don’t you love your kids?”

Clifford glanced away as he replied, “In the abstract, yes, but not in the concrete.”