Encyclopedia of Humor

There was a mamma mole, a papa mole, and a baby mole. They lived in a hole outside of a farm house out in the country.The papa mole reached his head out of the hole and said, “Mmmmm, I smell sausage.”

The mama mole reached her head outside of the hole and said “Mmmmmm, I smell pancakes.”

The baby mole tried to reach his head outside the hole but couldn’t because of the two bigger moles…

The baby mole said, “The only thing I can smell is mole-asses!”

An Avon lady was along in an elevator when she suddenly hadto fart. She promptly reached into her bag and sprayed the air

with her deodorizer.

Two floors later a gentleman got onto the elevator. He began

to sniff.

The Avon lady asked, “Do you smell something?”

“Why, yes, I do,” he replied.

“What does it smell like?”

“Hmmm, I’m not sure, but it kind of smells like someone shit

in a pine tree.”

The agent of a beautiful actress discovered one day that the actress had been selling her body for 100 dollars a night. The agent, who had long lusted after her, hadn’t dreamed that she had been so easily obtainable. He approached her, told her how much she turned him on, and how much he wanted to make it with her.She agreed to spend the night with him but said that he would have to pay her the same 100 dollars that the other customers did.

He scratched his head, considered it, and then asked, “Don’t I even get my agent’s 10% as a deduction?”

“No, siree,” she said. “If you want it, you’re going to have to pay full price for it just like the other Johns.”

The agent didn’t like that at all, but he agreed.

That night, she came to his apartment after her performance at a local nightclub. The agent did her at midnight, after turning out all the lights.

At 1 a.m., she was awakened again. And again, she was vigorously done. In a little while, she was awakened again, and again she was made love to again. The actress was impressed with her lover’s vitality.

“My goodness,” she whispered in the dark, “you are so virile. I never realized how lucky I was to have you for my agent.”

A young reporter went to a retirement home to interview an aged but legendary explorer. The reporter asked the old man to tell him the most frightening experience he had ever had.The old explorer said, “Once I was hunting Bengal tigers in the jungles of India. I was on a narrow path and my faithful native gunbearer was behind me. Suddenly the largest tiger I have ever seen leaped onto the path in front of us. I turned to get my weapon only to find the native had fled. The tiger leapt toward me with a mighty ROARRRR! I soiled myself.”

The reporter said, “Under those circumstances anyone would have done the same.”

The old explorer said, “No, not then – just now when I went ‘ROARRRR!’”
“I’m not your agent, lady,” a strange voice answered. “He’s at the door selling tickets.”

Three guys go into a bar: a guy from Dallas, a guy from San Francisco, and a guy from Boulder. They drank and got a little rowdy. Suddenly, completely without warning, the Texan grabbed a bottle of tequila, unscrewed the top, took a good swig, and threw the bottle into the air. He then jerked a Colt .45 pistol out of his pocket and shot the bottle, spraying tequila all over everything and everybody.The patrons at the bar shouted, “Hey, bud, why’d you waste that tequila?”

The Texan said, “Heck, it’s just tequila. Us Texans go across the border all the time and get all the tequila we want.”

Not to be outdone, the Californian whipped out a corkscrew and uncorked a bottle of wine. He poured some into a glass, swirled it, sniffed, commented on the tart insolence of its bouquet, sipped, tossed the bottle in the air, nicked it with a round from a silly little chrome-plated pistol, and showered a couple of patrons at the bar with wine.

The patrons, upset by the casual waste and general lack of concern for their safety, expressed their displeasure and astonishment, to which the Californian replied, “Well, I’m from Napa Valley, and we have more than enough wine where I come from.”

The Boulderite, a quiet observer up to this point, touched the crystal hanging from his neck, adjusted his Birkenstocks, flipped back his ponytail, put down his guitar, and borrowed a bottle opener from the bartender. He popped the top off a bottle of Fat Tire beer, hammered it back, threw the empty bottle into the air, pulled a 9mm Beretta, took careful aim, shot both the Californian and the Texan, and caught the falling bottle.

The patrons screamed in utter disbelief, “Why’d you do that?”

The Boulderite replied, “I’m from Colorado. We’ve already got too many Texans and way too many Californians, but glass bottles, now those can be recycled!”

This guy walks into a bar down in Alabama and orderes a mudslide. The bartender looks at the man and says “You’re not from round here are ya?”"No” replied the man, “I’m from Pensylvania.” The bartender looks at him and syas “Well what do you do in Pensylvania?”

“I’m a taxidermist.” said the man. The bartender, looking very bewildered, now asked “What in the world is a tax-e-derm-ist?” The man looked at the bar tender and said “Well, I mount dead animals.”

The bartender stands back and hollers to the whole bar which is staring at him “It’s okay, boys! He’s one of us!”