Monday, October 31, 2011

YOUNG GUNFIGHTER FROM THE OLD WEST

In the days of the Wild West, there was a young cowboy who wanted more than anything to be the greatest gunfighter in the world. He practiced every minute of his spare time, but he knew that he wasn't yet first-rate and that there must be something he was doing wrong.Sitting in a saloon one Saturday night, he recognized an elderly man standing at the bar who -- in his day -- had the reputation of being the fastest gun in the West. The young cowboy took a place next to the old-timer, bought him a drink and told him the story of his great ambition. "Do you think you could give me some tips?" he asked.
The old man looked him up and down and said, "Well, for one thing, you're wearing your gun too high. Tie the holster a little lower down on your leg."
"Will that make me a better gunfighter?" asked the young man.  "Sure will," replied the old-timer.
The young man did as he was told, stood up, whipped out his 44 and shot the bow tie off the piano player. "That's terrific!" said the hot shot. "Got any more tips for me?"
"Yep," said the old man. "Cut a notch out of your holster where the hammer hits it. That'll give you a smoother draw."
"Will that make me a better gunfighter?" asked the younger man.
"You bet it will," said the old-timer.
The young man took out his knife, cut the notch, stood up, drew his gun in a blur, then shot a cuff link off the piano player.  "Wow!" exclaimed the cowboy. "I'm learnin' somethin' here. Got any more tips?"
The old man pointed to a large can in a corner of the saloon. "See that axle grease over there? Coat your gun with it." The young man went over to the can and smeared some of the grease on the barrel of his gun.  "No," said the old-timer, "I mean smear it all over the gun, handle and all."
"Will that make me a better gunfighter?" asked the young man.
"No," said the old-timer, "but when Wyatt Earp gets done playing the piano, he's gonna shove that gun up your ass, and it won't hurt as much.

Golf Membership Applicatio​n

An elderly Scottish Jew decided to slow down and take up golf, so he applied for membership at the local club.
After a week he received a message that his application has been rejected.  He went to the club to inquire why.
Secretary:  You are aware that this is a Scottish golf club?
Scot:  Aye, but I am as Scottish as you are, MacTavish.
Secretary:  This means that on formal occasions we wear the kilt.
Scot:  Aye, so do I.
Secretary:  You are aware that we wear nothing under the kilt?
Scot:  Aye, neither do I.
Secretary:  But you are a Jew?
Scot:  Aye, I be that.
Secretary:  So you are circumcised?
Scot:  Aye, I be that, too.
Secretary: I am terribly sorry, but the members just would not feel comfortable with that.
Scot:  Ach, away with ya, man. I know that you have to be a Protestant to march with the Orangemen. And I know that you have to be a Catholic to join the Knights of Columbus.  But this is the first time I've heard that you have to be a complete prick to join a golf club.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Health & Safety Test

I failed a Health and Safety course at work today. One of the questions was:
"In the event of a fire, what steps would you take?"

"Fuckin' big ones" was apparently the wrong answer.

PMS and GPS

Question:  What do you get when one crosses PMS with GPS?

Answer:  A really-really mean bitch who can can find you quickly no matter where you are!

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Purportedly true

I can neither confirm or deny...

In the sleepy village of Erbum , in the town of Tillet, Hertfordshire lives a lady by the name Linda Lykes..

She owns the local pub called The Cock Inn. Her mail is addressed:
                  Linda Lykes
                 The Cock Inn
                 ERBUM
                 Tillet, Herts.  
The Postie still laughs with every delivery.