Encyclopedia of Humor

The boss came early in the morning one day and found his manager screwing his secretary.

He shouted at him, “Is this what I pay you for?”

The manager replied: “No, sir, this I do free of charge.”

The President of Acme Toothbrushes is packing up his files and papers in anticipation of his Friday afternoon round of golf, when suddenly his desk intercom buzzes. “There’s a gentleman here to see you, sir,” his secretary says. “He’s here for the sales position.”

Grumbling unhappily, the President tells the secretary to send the man in. In walks this man — short, ugly, balding, and speaking with a strange harelip.

“I’m here for the job,” he says.

“Fine” says the President. “You have a one-week trial period. Pick up the toothbrushes outside.” With that, he leaves.

One week later, the short man shows up again.

“Well?” says the CEO.

“Not so good, sir. I only sold 5 toothbrushes. But give me one more week! I’ll do better! I’ll be the best damn salesman in your company!”

“Fine. Go and sell them then.”

The following week, the short man shows up at the office again and proclaims, “I sold 2,000 toothbrushes!”

“What?! How did you do that?”

“Well, it was quite simple. I went to the airport, you see, and I set up a table for the people coming off the plane. I had a bowl of chips at one end, toothbrushes in the middle and dip at the other end. They would take a chip, walk past the toothbrushes, and get some dip. I’d ask them, ‘How’s the dip?’ They’d say, ‘It tastes like SHIT!’ And I’d say, ‘It is! Want to buy a toothbrush?”

A woman desperately looking for work went into a factory. The personnel manager looked over her resume and regretfully explained to her that he had nothing worthy of her talents. The woman answered that she really needed work and would take almost anything. The personnel manager hemmed and hawed and finally said that he did have a low-skill job on the Tickle Me Elmo line, but nothing else.

The woman happily accepted his offer. He took her down to the line, explained her duties, and told her to report at 8:00 AM the next day.

The next day at 8:45 there was a knock at the personnel manager’s door. The Tickle Me Elmo line manager came in and started ranting about the woman who had just been hired. After listening to how badly backed up the assembly line was, the personnel manager suggested that the line manager show him the problem.

Together they went down to the line and, sure enough, Elmos were backed up from here to kingdom come. Right at the end of the line was the woman who had just been hired. She had pulled over a roll of the material used for the Elmos, and had a big bag of marbles. They both watched as she cut a little piece of fabric, took two marbles, and started sewing them between Elmo’s legs.

The personnel manager started laughing uncontrollably. Finally, he pulled himself together, walked over to the new employee, and said, “I’m sorry. I guess you misunderstood me yesterday. What I wanted you to do was give Elmo two test tickles.”

A taxi passenger tapped the driver on the shoulder to ask him a question.The driver screamed, lost control of the car, nearly hit a bus, went up on the footpath, and stopped centimetres from a shop window. For a second everything went quiet in the cab, then the driver said, “Look mate, don’t ever do that again. You scared the daylights out of me!”

The passenger apologized and said, “I didn’t realize that a little tap would scare you so much.” The driver replied, “Sorry, it’s not really your fault. Today is my first day as a cab driver – I’ve been driving a funeral van for the last 25 years.

Fresh out of business school, the young man answered a want ad for an accountant. Now he was being interviewed by a highly agitated, arrogant little man who ran a small business that he had started from scratch.

“I need someone with an accounting degree,” the man said. “But mainly, I’m looking for someone to do my worrying for me.”

“How’s that?” the would be accountant asked.

“I worry about a lot of things,” the man said. “But I don’t want to have to worry about money. Your job will be to take all the money worries off my back.”

“I see,” the accountant said. “And how much will my position pay?”

“I’ll start you at eighty five thousand,” responded the owner decisively.

“Eighty five thousand dollars!” the accountant exclaimed. “How can such a small business afford a sum like that?”

“That,” the owner said, “is your first worry. Now get to fuckin’ work!”