Trouble Jokes

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    Three men were discussing aging on the steps of the nursing home.

    "Sixty is the worst age to be," said the 60-year-old. "You always feel like you have to pee. And most of the time, you stand at the toilet and nothing comes out!"

    "Ah, that's nothin'," said the 70-year-old. "When you're seventy, you can't take a crap anymore. You take laxatives, eat bran, you sit on the toilet all day and nothin' comes out!"

    "Actually," said the 80-year-old, "Eighty is the worst age of all."

    "Do you have trouble peeing too?" asked the 60-year-old.

    "No...not really. I pee every morning at 6:00 am. I piss like a race horse; no problem at all."

    "Do you have trouble taking a crap?" asked the 70-year-old.

    "Well, not really. I have a great bowel movement every morning at 6:30 am."

    With great exasperation, the 60-year-old more...

    A man having trouble achieving an erection decides to consult a witch doctor. The witch doctor throws some herbs on a fire, shakes his rattle, and says, "I have placed a powerful spell on you, but it will only work once a year. Just say 'one, two, three' and you'll get the largest erection you've ever had. After your wife's been satisfied, simply say 'one, two, three, four' and it will disappear for 12 months."
    Later that night as the man is lying in bed watching television, he says to his wife, "Watch this! One, two, three!" His schlong becomes larger and stiffer than ever before.
    His wife is amazed. She smiles and says, "That's great! But what did you say 'one, two, three' for?"

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    "Hello. Tech Support; may I help you?"
    "Yes, well, I'm having trouble with WordPerfect."
    "What sort of trouble?"
    "Well, I was just typing along, and all of a sudden the words went away."
    "Went away?"
    "They disappeared."
    "Hmm. So what does your screen look like now?"
    "Nothing."
    "Nothing?"
    "It's blank; it won't accept anything when I type."
    "Are you still in WordPerfect, or did you get out?"
    "How do I tell?"
    [Uh-oh. Well, let's give it a try anyway.]
    "Can you see the C: prompt on the screen?"
    "What's a sea-prompt?"
    [Uh-huh, thought so. Let's try a different tack.]
    "Never mind. Can you move the cursor around on the screen?"
    "There isn't any cursor: I told you, it won't accept anything I type."
    [Ah-at least s/he knows what a cursor is. Sounds like a hardware more...

    A true Southerner knows what "catywompus" means.
    A true Southerner knows the difference between a "hissie fit"
    and a "conniption" and they don't "HAVE" them, they "PITCH" them.
    Only a true Southerner can show or point out to you the general
    direction of "YONDER".
    A true Southerner knows exactly how long "directly" is - as in:
    "Going to town, be back directly."
    Even true Southern babies know that "Gimme some sugar" is not a
    request for the white, granular sweet substance that sits in a pretty
    little bowl on the middle of the table.
    All true Southerners know exactly when "by and by" is.
    They might not use the term, but they know the concept well.
    A true Southerner knows instinctively that the best gesture of
    solace for a neighbor who's got trouble is a plate of hot fried chicken
    and a big bowl of cold potato salad. (If the neighbor's more...

    Gentlemen:I have just received your letter in regards to the bill I owe you. You said the bill should have been paid long ago and you don't understand why it wasn't. Well, I will enlighten you.In 1957 I bought a sawmill on credit. In 1959 I bought an ox team, a timber cart and two ponies; a shotgun, a wine tester, a Colt revolver and five razorback hogs all on credit.In 1960 the sawmill burned down. One of my ponies died and the other I loaned to a son-of-a-bitch who starved him to death. In 1961 my father died and my mother was hung for horse rustling. A mechanic named Joe knocked up my daughter and I had to pay the doctor $88.32 to keep the bastard from becoming a relative of mine.In 1963 my son had the mumps and they went down on him; the doctor had to castrate him to save his life. That summer I went fishing and the boat turned over and I lost the biggest catfish you ever saw, and one of my sons drowned (not the castrated one).In 1966 my wife ran away with another feller and left more...

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