A young West Virginian girl wanted to go to college at UVA. But her father said ‘No Way! You’re going to By-God West Virginia Univ.’

Well she got her way and she went to UVA. The first semester went by, and she wrote home that she was getting married to a man from Richmond, VA named Clarence. Her father said ‘I’ll be damned if my daughter is marrying a man from Richmond. You’re marrying a By-God West Virginian boy.’

So he sent his two sons to UVA to get their sister. In a couple of days they returned. Dad said ‘Where is your sister?’

They replied ‘We were almost there Daddy, and we came up on this overpass that had this sign that read – ‘Clarence 13’6″ – so we turned around and got the hell out of there!’

In a small southern town I saw a wonderful nativity scene, but one feature bothered me. The three wise men were wearing firemen’s helmets. Unable to come up with a reason or explanation, I left. At a convenience store on the edge of town, I asked the lady behind the counter about the helmets.

She exploded into a rage, yelling at me, “You darn Yankees never do read the Bible!”

I assured her that I did, but simply couldn’t recall anything about firemen in the Bible. She jerked her Bible from behind the counter and ruffled through some pages, and finally jabbed her finger at a passage.

Sticking it in my face, she said, “See, it says right here, ‘The three wise men came from afar!’”

A kid, just getting home from school runs up to his dad…
“Daddy, daddy! I’m the only one in my class that can count to ten. Why do you rec’un so?”
“Why that’s because your from Kentucky son.” The dad responses.

The next day the kid gets home from school…
“Daddy, daddy! I’m the only one in my class that knows all the letters in the alphabet. Why do you rec’un so?”
“That’s because you’re from Kentucky son.” The dad tells him again.

The next day the kid busts through the door…
“Daddy. daddy! I’m the only one in school who has a large penis, is that because I’m from Kentucky?”
The dad looks at him and says, “No that’s because you’re 22.”

You Know You’re Getting Older When…

Everything hurts and what doesn’t hurt, doesn’t work.
The gleam in your eyes is from the sun hitting your bifocals.
You feel like the night after, and you haven’t been anywhere.
Your little black book contains only names ending in M.D.
You get winded playing chess.
Your children begin to look middle aged.
You’re still chasing women but can’t remember why.
A dripping faucet causes an uncontrollable bladder urge.
You know all the answers, but nobody asks you the questions.
You look forward to a dull evening.
You walk with your head high trying to get used to your bifocals.
Your favorite part of the newspaper is “25 Years Ago Today…”
You turn out the light for economic reasons rather than romantic ones.
You sit in a rocking chair and can’t get it going.
Your knees buckle and your belt won’t.
You regret all those mistakes resisting temptation.
After painting the town red, you have to take a long rest before applying a second coat.
Dialing long distance wears you out.
You’re startled the first time you are addressed as an old timer.
You just can’t stand people who are intolerant.
You burn the midnight oil until 9 PM.
Your back goes out more often than you do.
Your pacemaker makes the garage door go up when you watch a pretty girl go by.
The little grey haired lady you help across the street is your wife.
You have too much room in the house and not enough room in the medicine cabinet.
You sink your teeth into a steak and they stay there.

A man and his wife of more than 50 years were rocking back and forth on the front porch. Slowly they rocked in rhythm, as this was their time to spend a few quiet moments and after years of practice they rocked to the same pace.

Suddenly the wife stopped, grabbed her cane, and with a loud and hard WHACK hit her husband across the shins.

His eyes watered and tears ran down his cheeks. When he finally caught his breath he gasped and asked, “What’d you do that fer?”"

“That’s fer fifty years of bad sex,” she said. He nodded his head, but said nothing. Slowly they began to rock again. Again they kept pace. Back and forth, back and forth they rocked, until suddenly the man stopped, and picked up his cane. He reached over and with a loud, sharp WHACK, he hit his wife across the shins.

As soon as her eyes quit watering and she could speak she asked, “What was that fer?”

That,” said her husband as he began to rock again, “is fer knowin’ the difference!”