Paper Jokes

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    A blonde was down on her luck. In order to raise money, she decided to kidnap a kid and hold him for ransom. So she went to a playground, grabbed a kid, and took him behind a tree. "I've kidnapped you!", said the blonde and then proceeded to write a note saying, "I've kidnapped your kid. Tomorrow morning, put $10,000 in a paper bag and place it under the pecan tree next to the playground. Signed, A Blonde." The Blonde then pinned the note to the kid's shirt and sent him home to show his parents.
    The next morning the blonde checked under the tree and surely enough, a paper bad was sitting there. The Blonde opened the bag and found the $10,000 with a note that said, "How could you do this to a fellow blonde?"

    Daisy

    Hot 3 years ago

    A man sat quietly reading his morning paper one Sunday morning. Suddenly, he is knocked almost senseless by his wife, who stands behind him holding a frying pan in hand.

    Man: "What was that for?"

    Wife: "Why do you have a piece of paper in your pocket with "Daisy" written on it?"

    Man: "Oh honey, don't you remember two weeks ago when I went to the horse races? Daisy was the name of the horse I bet on."

    The wife was satisfied, and apologized for bonking him. Three days later he is again sitting reading the paper when once again he is bonked on the head.

    Man: "What's that for this time?"

    Wife: "Your horse called."

    The Poo List!

    Hot 1 year ago

    The Ghost Poo: The kind where you feel poo come out, see poo on the toilet paper, but there's no poo in the bowl.
    The Clean poo - The kind where you feel poo come out, see poo in the bowl, but theres no poo on the toilet paper.
    The Wet Poo- You wipe your butt fifty times and it still feels unwiped. So you end up putting toilet paper between your butt and your underwear so you don't ruin them with those dreadful skid marks.
    The Wet Cheeks Poo- That's the kind that comes out of your butt so fast that your butt cheeks get splashed with the toilet water, or splash-back.
    The Second Wave Poo- This poo happens when you think you've finished, your pants are up to your knees, and you suddenly realize you have to poo some more.
    The Brain Haemorrhage-through-your-nose Poo- You have to strain so much to get it out that you turn purple and practically have a stroke.
    The Lincoln Log Log- The kind of poo that's so enormous you're afraid to flush it down without first breaking more...

    This is a revolutionary breakthrough in technology: no wires, no electric circuits, no batteries, nothing to be connected or switched on. It's so easy to use, even a child can operate it.
    Compact and portable, it can be used anywhere -- even sitting in an armchair by the fire -- yet it is powerful enough to hold as much information as a CD-ROM disc.
    Here's how it works:
    This device is constructed of sequentially numbered sheets of paper (recyclable), each capable of holding thousands of bits of information. The pages are locked together with a custom-fit device called a binder which keeps the sheets in their correct sequence.
    Opaque Paper Technology (OPT) allows manufacturers to use both sides of the sheet, doubling the information density and cutting costs. Experts are divided on the prospects for further increases in information density; for now, the devices with more information simply use more pages. Each sheet is scanned optically, registering information more...

    A Head for Numbers

    Hot 4 years ago

    (A true story from my friend in the Army)
    In this particular branch of the Army's officer training school,
    the instructor was returning a test. The students identified their
    work by the last four digits of their Social Security number. In the
    early hours of a morning, the instructor was calling the numbers.
    "Four-seven-seven-zero?" he asked.
    "Here," replied one half-awake lieutenant-to-be. Taking the paper, though,
    he realized he had mistakenly asked for the wrong paper.
    "Seven-zero-seven-five?" asked the instructor.
    "Here," repeated the student, gearing for trouble.
    "I thought you were four-seven-seven-zero, soldier," spoke the teacher.
    "That's right, sir," answered our hero. "I have a nick-number."

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