Creative use of the rubber...
A statistics professor plans to travel to a conference by plane. When he passes the security check, they discover a bomb in his carry-on-baggage. Of course, he is hauled off immediately for interrogation.
"I don't understand it!" the interrogating officer exclaims. "You're an accomplished professional, a caring family man, a pillar of your parish - and now you want to destroy that all by blowing up an airplane!"
"Sorry", the professor interrupts him. "I had never intended to blow up the plane."
"So, for what reason else did you try to bring a bomb on board?!"
"Let me explain. Statistics shows that the probability of a bomb being on an airplane is 1/1000. That's quite high if you think about it - so high that I wouldn't have any peace of mind on a flight."
"And what does this have to do with you bringing a bomb on board of a plane?"
"You see, since the probability of one bomb being on my plane is 1/1000, the chance that there are two bombs is 1/1000000. If I already bring one, the chance of another bomb being around is actually 1/1000000, and I am much safer..."
Billy was at school this morning and the teacher asked all the children what their fathers did for a living. All the typical answers came out – fireman, policeman, salesman, tradesman etc .etc., but Billy was being uncharacteristically quiet and so the teacher asked him about his father.
“My father is an exotic dancer in a gay club and takes off all his clothes in front of other men. Sometimes if the offer is really good, he’ll go out with a man, rent a cheap hotel room and let them sleep with him. “
The teacher quickly set the other children some work to do and took Billy aside to ask him was that really true.
“No” said Billy, “He plays football for Manchester United but I was just too embarrassed to say”.
Credits to XKCD
A true photograph need not be explained, nor can it be contained in words.
Pictures always should have a special story behind it or a special meaning to the photographer.
One fine day, a lady got pregnant and all her friends went up to her, touched her stomach and said "Congratulations...!!!" But none of them went to touch her husband’s tool and say "Well Done".
Moral is hard work is often unappreciated and overlooked, only result seems to matter.
Frank is 85 and lives in a Senior Citizens Home. Every night after dinner he goes to a secluded garden behind the home to sit and ponder his accomplishments and long life. One evening, Mildred, age 82, wanders into the garden.
They begin to chat and before they know it, several hours have passed. After a short lull in their conversation, Frank turns to Mildred and asks,
"Do you know what I miss most of all?" She asks, "What?'' "Sex." he replies. Mildred exclaims, "Why you old coot. You couldn't get it up if I held a gun to your head!"
"I know," Frank says, "but it would be nice if a woman could just hold it for a while." "Well, I can oblige," says Mildred, who unzips his trousers, removes his manhood and proceeds to hold it.
Afterward, they agree to meet secretly each night in the garden where they would sit and talk and Mildred would hold Frank's thingie.
Then one night Frank didn't show up at their usual meeting place. Alarmed, Mildred decided to find him and make sure he was O.K.
She walked around the Senior Citizen Home where she found him sitting by the pool with Ethel, another female resident, who was holding Frank's little pal!
Furious, Mildred yelled, "You two-timing son-of-a-gun!! What does Ethel have that I don't have?"
Old Frank smiled happily and replied, "Parkinson's"
found these online hahaha:
“A group of artists are invited for dinner by a famous chef.
In greeting the photographer, the chef comments:
I love your photos, they’re wonderful, you must have a very expensive camera.The photographer doesn’t reply and walks into the dining room.
After dinner the photographer approaches the chef and says:
Dinner was sensational, very exquisite flavors, a true work of art,
you must have a very sophisticated stove.”
Last edited by nikoneer; 21st May 2014 at 01:42 PM.
In a radio contest ...
I phoned the local radio station today.
When the DJ answered the phone he said, "Congratulations on being our first caller, all you have to is answer my next question correctly to win the grind prize."
"WAHOO!" I shouted in delight.
"It's a math question," he continued. "Feeling confident?"
"I have a degree in Math and teach it at my local school," I proudly replied.
"Ok then, to win 2 VIP tickets to a Justin Bieber concert and to meet him back stage what it is 2+2?"
"7," I replied.