Encyclopedia of Humor

A man in a state of excessive inebriation rolled up at a fairground rifle range booth and threw down the necessary money. The booth operator at first refused to let him have a turn, considering that his inebriated state would endanger the public. But the drunk insisted and was given a gun.

He aimed unsteadily in the general direction of the target and after trying to focus, pulled the trigger three times. The booth owner, on inspecting the target, was astonished to see that he had scored three bull’s-eyes. The star prize for the evening was a large set of glassware, but the showman was certain that the drunk wasn’t aware of what he had done, and gave him instead a consolation prize, a small, live turtle. The drunk wandered off into the crowd.

An hour or so later he came back, even more drunk than before. Once again the showman demurred, but once again the drunk insisted, and once more scored three bull’s-eyes and was given another turtle.

Eventually the drunk rolled up again and insisted on a third attempt. Once more he picked up the rifle, waved it around in the general direction of the target, and pulled the trigger three times. Once more he had scored threebull’s-eyes . But this time there was an onlooker with good eyesight.

“That’s fantastic”, the man said. “Hasn’t he scored three bulls?”

The showman, cursing his luck, made a show of going over to the target and inspecting it closely.

“Yes, sir!” he announced to the crowd. “This is fantastic! Congratulations, sir, you have won the star prize, this magnificent 68-piece set of glassware!”

“I don’t want any bloody glasses”, the drunk replied. “Give me another one of those little crusty meat pies!”

A policeman pulls over a driver for swerving in and out of lanes on the highway. He tells the guy to blow a breath into a breathalyzer.

“I can’t do that, officer.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m an asthmatic. I could get an asthma attack if I blow into that tube.”

“Okay, we’ll just get a urine sample down at the station.”

“Can’t do that either, officer.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m a diabetic. I could get low blood sugar if I pee in a cup.”

“Alright, we could get a blood sample.”

“Can’t do that either, officer.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m a hemophiliac. If I give blood I could die.”

“Fine then, just walk this white line.”

“Can’t do that either, officer.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m drunk.”

There once were two Irishmen, named Shawn and Pat, who were the best of friends. During one particular night of revelry, the two agreed that when one passed on, the other would take and spill the contents of a bottle of fine, Irish whiskey over the grave of the fondly missed and recently dead friend.

And as fate would have it, Shawn would be the first to pass.

Pat, hearing of his friend’s illness, came to visit his dear friend one last time.

“Shawn, said Pat, can you hear me?”

Faintly, Shawn replied, “Yes, Paddy, I can.”

Bashfully, Pat started, “Do you remember our pact, Shawn?”

“Yes, I do Patty,” Shawn strained.

“And, you’ll also remember that I was to pour the contents of a fine, old bottle of whiskey over your grave, which we have been saving for, going on 30 years now?” said Pat.

“Yes Patty, I do,” whispered Shawn.

“It’s a very old bottle now, you know,” urged Pat.

“And what are you gettin’ at Pat?” asked Shawn, briskly.

“Well Shawn, when I pour the whiskey over your grave, would ya mind if I filter it through my kidneys first?”

This couple walks into a bar: The man goes of to the bog and leaves the women standing at the bar. A bloke goes up to the women and says, “I really really want to squeeze you tit’s. Will you let me?”

The lady turns around and says, “How dare you, get away from me, you sicko!”

The bloke then says, “Oh you have a lovely arse can I rub it, please let me?”

The lady turns around and says, “Look you pervert get away from me! I’ll get my boyfriend to beat you up if you don’t piss off!”

The bloke takes no notice and continues to the woman, “I want to tip you upside down and fill you up with beer and down it in one big gulp.”

“RIGHT… THAT IS IT” shouts the woman.

Just then her boyfriend comes out from the bog and says, “Whaz goin’ on here?!?”

The woman says all hysterically, “That bloke over there said he wants to squeeze my tits!”

Her boyfriend rolled up one of his sleeves and was just about to smack him when the lady shouts “That’s not all, he wants to rub my arse!”

So her boyfriend rolled up the other sleeve!

“And do you know what else he said? He wants to tip me upside down and fill me up with beer and down it in one big gulp! So are you going to beat him up then?”

Her boyfriend rolls down his sleeves and says “Of course not darling, I ain’t messing with a bloke that can drink that much beer!!!”

“Hey, bartender,” says a customer, sitting at the bar. “What kind of bird is that sitting on the perch?”

“Oh,” says Bob the bartender, “that’s a Crunchy Bird!”

“I never heard of a Crunchy Bird,” says the patron.

“Just watch,” says Bob. He takes a newspaper off the bar and throws it down on the floor, then he turns to the bird and says, “Crunchy Bird, my paper!” The bird swoops down and attacks the newspaper. He rips it to shreds until there’s nothing left but tiny pieces of confetti.

“Wow,” says the customer, “can I try?”

“Be my guest,” the bartender replies.

The customer takes off his shoe and puts it on the bar and says, “Crunchy Bird, my shoe!” The bird flies down off the perch and picks the shoe up with his beak. He slams the shoe down on the bar and starts attacking it. In no time, the shoe is reduced to nothing but a few pieces of leather and a shoelace. Then the bird flies back to his perch behind the bar.

Suddenly a tough looking guy walks into the bar. He yells, “Gimme a drink NOW!”

He looks around the bar snarling and yells at the patrons, “What the Hell are you clowns looking at?” The bar is completely silent.

Then the bully notices the bird and says, “What the Hell kind of stupid looking bird is that?”

“That’s a Crunchy Bird,” says bartender Bob.

The tough guy laughs and yells, “Crunchy Bird, my eye!”