Encyclopedia of Humor

A man walks into a bar, and orders a beer. He drinks the beer, then stands on the bar, drops his pants and pisses all over the place.

The bar tender freaks out. “You dirty disgusting pig! How dare you come into my bar and urinate! I’ll beat the shit out of you…”

The man begins crying. “I’m sorry! Its ruining my life. I can’t sleep. I do it every time I have a drink! It’s worrying me to death, please don’t hit me…”

The bar tender takes pity. “Look, I have a brother who is a psychiatrist,here’s his card, why don’t you see him?”

The man hugs the bartender, shakes his hand and leaves with a thousand thank yous…

Six months later, the man walks into the bar, and orders a drink.

The bartender says, “Okay, here you go… Wait! Weren’t you that guy who..”

“Yes, And I went and saw your brother. He is fantastic, I am completely cured.”

“Well, that’s great. This beer is on the house.”

So the man drinks the beer, stands on the bar, drops his trousers and pisses on the bar.

“You bastard! I thought you said you were cured!”

“I am! It doesn’t bother me anymore…”

A regular walks into a bar, looking blue. The bartender starts setting him up his usual, and our man, Dave, says, “No, no – just a glass of milk.”

Taken aback, the bartender asks what the hell has gotten into him?

Dave responds, “Well, my wife told me that if she catches me coming home late and drunk after I’ve thrown up on myself one more time, she’ll divorce me! And this time she means it. I’m blue…”

“Hey, no problem!” the bartender says as he starts setting Dave up again. “Do you have any big bills on you?”

“Well, sure,” says Dave. “I just got paid.”

“Okay,” says the bartender, “drink all you want and rolf like you usually do, and when you get home and she bitches, show her a $50 bill and tell her someone threw up on YOU, then offered to pay for the shirt!”

What a great idea, Dave thinks, and starts knocking them back.

Later that night, when Dave gets home late, drunk, and having thrown up on himself, his wife meets him at the door, screaming: “Damn it, Dave – I’ve told you! That’s it!”

“Wait! Wait! It’s not me! Some drunk threw up on ME and gave me this $50 bill to pay for my shirt!”

She yanks the money out of his hand. “Dave, this is a $100 bill.”

“Well,” Dave replies, “that same drunk shit my pants as well.”

SYMPTOM: Feet cold and wet.

FAULT: Glass being held at incorrect angle.

ACTION: Rotate glass so that open end points toward ceiling.

SYMPTOM: Feet warm and wet.

FAULT: Improper bladder control.

ACTION: Stand next to nearest dog, complain about house training.

SYMPTOM: Beer unusually pale and tasteless.

FAULT: Glass empty.

ACTION: Get someone to buy you another beer.

SYMPTOM: Opposite wall covered with fluorescent lights.

FAULT: You have fallen over backward.

ACTION: Have yourself chained to bar.

SYMPTOM: Mouth contains cigarette butts.

FAULT: You have fallen forward.

ACTION: See above.

SYMPTOM: Beer tasteless, front of your shirt is wet.

FAULT: Mouth not open, or glass applied to wrong part of face.

ACTION: Retire to restroom, practice in mirror.

SYMPTOM: Floor blurred.

FAULT: You are looking through bottom of empty glass.

ACTION: Get someone to buy you another beer.

SYMPTOM: Floor moving.

FAULT: You are being carried out.

ACTION: Find out if you are being taken to another bar.

SYMPTOM: Room seems unusually dark.

FAULT: Bar has closed.

ACTION: Confirm home address with bartender, take taxi home.

SYMPTOM: Truck suddenly takes on colorful aspect and textures.

FAULT: Beer consumption has exceeded personal limitations.

ACTION: Cover mouth.

SYMPTOM: Everyone looks up to you and laughs.

FAULT: You are dancing on the table.

ACTION: Fall on somebody cushy looking.

SYMPTOM: Beer is crystal clear.

FAULT: It’s water. Somebody is trying to sober you up.

ACTION: Punch him.

SYMPTOM: Hands hurt, nose hurts, mind unusually clear.

FAULT: You have been in a fight.

ACTION: Apologize to everyone you see, just in case it was them.

SYMPTOM: Don’t recognize anyone, don’t recognize the room you’re in.

FAULT: You’ve wandered into the wrong party.

ACTION: See if they have free beer.

SYMPTOM: Your singing sounds distorted.

FAULT: The beer is too weak.

ACTION: Have more beer until your voice improves.

SYMPTOM: Don’t remember the words to the song.

FAULT: Beer is just right.

ACTION: Play air guitar.

SYMPTOM: Cold and unable to unlock door to hotel room.

FAULT: Woke up in hotel room, got up to go to bathroom and chose wrong door.

ACTION: Knock loudly on door to wake sleeping wife. If this fails, find hotel worker to unlock door for you.

Late one Friday night a policeman spotted a man driving very erratically through the streets of Dublin. They pulled the man over and asked him if he had been drinking that evening.

“Aye, so I have. ‘Tis Friday, you know, so me and the lads stopped by the pub where I had six or seven pints. And then there was something called “Happy Hour” and they served these mar-gar-itos which are quite good. I had four or five O’ those. Then I had to drive me friend Mike home and O’ course I had to go in for a couple of Guinessis — couldn’t be rude, ye know. Then I stopped on the way home to get another bottle for later…” And the man fumbled around in his coat until he located his bottle of whiskey, which he held up for inspection.

The officer sighed, and said, “Sir, I’m afraid I’ll need you to step out of the car and take a breathalyzer test.”

Indignantly, the man said, “Why? Don’t ye believe me?!?”

Two drunks went into a bar and had a few beers. One got up and went into the bathroom while the other remained at the bar talking to the bartender.

All of a sudden there was a loud scream coming from the bathroom. The drunk at the bar said to the bartender that it sounded like his partner screaming, so he went into the bathroom to investigate.

He went inside and asked his friend what the problem was. His friend said that everytime he flushed the toilet something reached up and squeezed his balls.

His friend shook his head and said, “You dumbass, you’re sitting on the mop bucket!”