Tools Jokes

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    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...

    Twas the week before Christmas,
    I was feeding a mouse,
    fattening it up,
    for our cats in the house.
    The wife's stockings hung
    on the shower with care,
    The drain is clogged.
    Probably big globs of hair.
    The children were playing,
    jumping on beds.
    Bits of chewing gum
    stuck on their heads.
    Wife sneez'n in a kerchief;
    me, I'm ready for a nap,
    Her nerves quite unsettled,
    we need a nightcap!
    When out of the bathroom
    there arose such a clatter!
    The toilet a shaking!
    Don't know what's the matter!
    Away to the bathroom
    I flew like a flash,
    Tore open the closet,
    then fell with a CRASH!
    I'd slipped on a toy...
    I do think... I don't know.
    They were scattered about,
    above and below.
    Then the wife yelled,
    "Are you Okay? Oooh, Dear?!
    "I was going to tell you,
    your tools disappeared.
    "The kids, well, they flushed them,
    tools, more...

    Dear Sir,
    I am writing in response to your request for additional information for block number 3 of the accident reporting form. I put "poor planning" as the cause of my accident. You said in your letter that I should explain more fully and I trust the following detail will be sufficient.
    I am an amateur radio operator and on the day of the accident, I was working alone on the top section of my new 80 foot tower. When I had completed my work, I discovered that I had, over the course of several trips up the tower, brought up about 300 pounds of tools and spare hardware. Rather than carry the now un-needed tools and material down by hand, I decided to lower the items down in a small barrel by using a pulley, which fortunately was attached to the gin pole at the top of the tower.
    Securing the rope at ground level, I went to the top of the tower and loaded the tools and material into the barrel. Then I went back to the ground and untied the rope, holding it tightly more...

    This is the story of the night my ten-year-old cat, Rudy, got his head stuck in the garbage disposal. I knew at the time that the experience would be funny if the cat survived, so let me tell you right up front that he's fine. Getting him out wasn't easy, though, and the process included numerous home remedies, a plumber, two cops, an emergency overnight veterinary clinic, a case of mistaken identity, five hours of panic, and fifteen minutes of fame.

    My husband, Rich, and I had just returned from a vacation in the Cayman Islands, where I had been sick as a dog the whole time, trying to convince myself that if I had to feel lousy, it was better to do it in paradise. We had arrived home at 9 p.m., a day and a half later than we had planned because of airline problems. I still had illness-related vertigo, and because of the flight delays, had not been able to prepare the class I was supposed to teach at 8:40 the next morning. I sat down at my desk to think and around ten more...

    Keeps trying to sell you extra teeth. His restrooms are labeled "Bleeders" and "Non-Bleeders" Pumps gas into the waiting room in advance. Does an extensive search for cavities...dental and body. He...ummm..licks his tools clean. Gets mad when you mention that 4 out of 5 dentists surveyed line. When you come to from being under the gas, he's quick to insist that you wore your pants backwards when you came into his office. Wears a necklace made of human teeth. Has a grindstone in the office for his tools. Insists that a Novacaine shot is something that he'll buy you at a bar if you just go out with him.

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