Archive Monthly Archives: October 2013

This cake is too small

I used to work at a cake place that sold personal size cakes in little containers. One day, when a lady orders one and I hand it to her, she examines it and complains that it’s way too small. She demands I go to the back and get another one.

I take the cake, go behind the doors to the back, wait 30 seconds, and come back out with the same cake.

“Is this one better?”

She looks at it very closely for a few seconds. “Yes much better thank you so much!”

A kid is walking down the street with a jar of money and dragging along a dead frog on a string…

And he walks into a whorehouse. He sets the jar of money on the counter and proclaims to a woman in the lobby “I want to have sex with the dirtiest, nastiest woman you have here.” She glares at him and replies “get outta here. you’re too young to be here.” The kid retorts, pointing at the jar and says “look, lady- I’m paid. Let me do what I want.”

She agrees, and points him towards a door down the hall. “Meet Evelynn, she’s a veteran.” He does the deed and walks out of the room, still zipping up. The lady in the lobby asks him if he realizes the consequences of his actions. He replies, “Yes. I came here hoping for an STD, and I’ve gotten what I wanted.” Confused, she asks him why.

He replies,

“My mom and dad are on vacation. When I get home, the babysitter is going to have sex with me. That’s what she’s into. She’s going to get an STD. When mom and dad get home, mom will go to the grocery store and dad will have sex with the babysitter. He will have an STD. Once mom gets home, she will have sex with dad and SHE will get an STD. When dad leaves for work in the morning, mom is going to have sex with the Mailman… and HE’s the motherfucker who ran over my frog.”

Confession…

An elderly Italian man, who lived on the outskirts of Rimini Italy, went to the local church for confession. When the priest slid open the panel in the confessional, the man said, “Father, during World War II, a beautiful Jewish woman from our neighborhood knocked urgently on my door and asked me to hide her from the Nazis. So I hid her in my attic.”

The priest replied, “That was a wonderful thing you did, and you have no need to confess that.”

“There is more to tell, Father… she started to repay me with sexual favors. This happened several times a week, and sometimes twice on Sundays.”

The priest said, “That was a long time ago and by doing what you did, you placed the two of you in great danger, but two people under those circumstances can succumb to the weakness of the flesh. However, if you are truly sorry for your actions, you are indeed forgiven.”

“Thank you, Father. That’s a great load off my mind. I do have one more question.”

And what is that?“ asked the priest.

"Should I tell her the war is over?”

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