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The local bar was so sure that its bartender was the strongest man around that they offered a standing $1000 bet. The bartender would squeeze a lemon until all the juice ran into a glass, and hand the lemon to a patron. Anyone who could squeeze one more drop of juice out would win the money. Many people had tried over time (weight lifters,longshoremen, etc..) but nobody could do it.

One day a scrawny little man came in, wearing thick glasses and a polyester suit, and said in a tiny, squeaky voice, “I’d like to try the bet.”

After the laughter had died down, the bartender said “okay,” grabbed a lemon, and squeezed away.

He then handed the wrinkled remains of the rind to the little man. But the crowd’s laughter turned to total silence as the man clenched his fist around the lemon and six drops fell into the glass.

As the crowd cheered, the bartender paid the $1000, and asked the little man, “What do you do for a living? Are you a lumberjack, a weight lifter, or what?”

The man replied, “I work for the IRS.”

A man and a woman are sitting at a bar having a friendly chat about sports. The man, a bit tipsy, decided to tell her his opinions of women and sports.

“You know why women can’t play baseball? Because if they had to choose between catching a baby falling from the stands or the baseball they would choose the baby without even considering if there was a man on base.”

What happened when He-Dracula met She-Dracula ?

“Love at first bite!”

Late one night at the insane asylum one inmate shouted, “I am Napoleon!”

Another one said, “How do you know?”

The first inmate said, “God told me!”

Just then, a voice from another room shouted, “I did NOT!!!”

An Australian travel writer touring Canada was checking out of the Vancouver Hilton, and as he paid his bill said to the manager, “By the way, what’s with the Indian chief sitting in the lobby? He’s been there ever since I arrived.”

“Oh that’s ‘Big Chief Forget-me Not’,” said the manager. “The hotel is built on an Indian reservation, and part of the agreement is to allow the chief free use of the premises for the rest of his life. He is known as ‘Big Chief Forget-me Not’ because of his phenomenal memory. He is 92 and can remember the slightest details of his life.”

The travel writer took this in, and as he was waiting for his cab decided to put the chief’s memory to the test.

“G’dye, myte!” said the Aussie, receiving only a slight nod in return. “What did you have for breakfast on your 21st birthday?”

“Eggs,” was the chief’s instant reply, without even looking up, and indeed the Aussie was impressed.

He went off on his travel writing itinerary, right across to the east coast and back, telling others of Big Chief Forget- me Not’s great memory. (One local noted to him that ‘How’ was a more appropriate greeting for an Indian chief than ‘G’dye myte.’) On his return to the Vancouver Hilton six months later, he was surprised to see ‘Big Chief Forget-me Not’ still sitting in the lobby, fully occupied with whittling away on a stick.

“How,” said the Aussie.

“Scrambled,” said the Chief.

Pat is not feeling very well and he decides to go to a doctor. While he is waiting in the doctor’s reception room, a nun comes out of the doctor’s office. She looks very ashen, drawn and haggard. Pat goes into the doctor’s office and says to the doctor:

“I just saw a nun leaving who looked absolutely terrible. I have never seen a woman look worse.”

The doctor says: “I just told her that she is pregnant.”

Pat exclaims: “Oh my, is she?”

The doctor responds: “No, but it sure cured her hiccups.”

An Irishman walks into a bar and asks for two beers. He then pulls a small green-skinned man out of his pocket and puts him on the counter. As he’s drinking one drink and the green man is drinking the other, an Englishman down the bar who has had a few too many drinks says “Hey, what’s that little green thing down there?”

The green man runs down the bar gives the Englishman a raspberry, “SPLBLBLBLT!,” right in the face and runs back to the Irishman.

The Englishman mops himself off and says to the Irishman, “Hey, what is that thing, anyway?”

The Irishman replies, “Have some respect. He’s a leprechaun.”

“Oh, all right.” the Englishman says sullenly. They all go back to drinking beer.

An hour or so later, the Englishman is really plastered. “Boy, that leprechaun sure is an ugly little bastard!” he says. The leprechaun runs down the bar and gives the Englishman a raspberry again- SPLBLBLBLBT!

This time the Englishman is really mad! “Tell that leprechaun that if he does that again I’ll chop his willie right off, I will!” he shouts.

“You can’t do that” says the Irishman. “Leprechauns don’t have willies.”

“How do they pee, then?” asks the Englishman.

“They don’t,” says the Irishman. “They go SPLBLBLBLBT.”

A young man comes up to the border on his bicycle. He has two large bags over his shoulders. The border guard stops him and says, “What’s in the bags?”

“Sand,” answers the young man.

The guard is a bit skeptical and asks the young man to turn over the bags for inspection. The guard empties the bags, but finds nothing in them but sand. He detains the young man overnight and has the sand analyzed, only to discover that there is nothing but pure sand in the bags. The young man is released and promptly rides across the border with his sand bags.

A day later, the same young man presents himself at the border. The guard asks, “What have you got?”

“Sand,” says the young man.

The guard does his thorough examination and discovers that the bags contain nothing but sand. He gives the sand back to the young man who then rides across the border on his bicycle with the sand bags.

This sequence of events is repeated every day for three years. Finally, the young man no longer appears at the border crossing. Many months go by and the border guard sees the young man in a cafe.

“Hey,” says the guard, “For three years you were smuggling something through my crossing station. It’s driving me crazy. Just between you and me, what were you smuggling?”

The young man sips his coffee and says, “Bicycles.”

Two guys go on a fishing trip. They rent all of the equipment; the reels, the rods, the wading suits, the row boat, the car and even a cabin in the woods of Maine. They spend a fortune.

Then they drive eight hours to Maine.

The first day they go fishing, but they don’t catch anything. The same thing happens on the second day. It goes on like this until finally, on the last day of their vacation, one of the men catches a fish.

As they are driving home they are really depressed. One guy turns to the other and says, “Do you realize that this one lousy fish cost us fifteen hundred dollars?”

The second guy says. “Wow! It’s a good thing we didn’t catch any more!”

What do you call a girl who farts all the time ?

“Fanny”