Weekly Jokes

I was taking my weekly trip to the ice cream store. When I arrived cops surrounded the store & they had the store entrance sealed up. I asked a cop who was standing near by what happened, he replied "we were called by a member of the public who entered the store to find the owner lying face down on the floor and he was covered from head to toe in syrup, nut sprinkles and chocolate sprinkles." I asked what they thought happened and the cop replied, "He topped himself."

Banta And His Colleagues Were At Work One Day When They Decided To Get In On The Weekly Raffle. They Bought Tickets, Seeing It Was For Charity.
The Following Week, When The Raffle Was Drawn, They Each Won A Prize.
His Colleague Who Won The First Prize Got Six Month's Supply Of Cadbury's Chocolates.
Second Prize Winner Got Three Month's Supply Of Cadbury's Chocolates.
Banta Won The Tenth Prize - A Toilet Brush.
About A Week Later, At The Office Canteen, The First Prize Winner Asked The Others How They Were Enjoying Their Prizes.
"Great," Said The The Seond Prize Winner, "I Love Chocolates"
"So Do I," Said The First Prize Winner. "And How's The Toilet Brush?" He Asked Banta
"Not So Good," Banta Said, "I Think i'll Go Back To Paper."

Bill and Bob met at the club for their weekly golf game.And for the third week in a row, it was raining too hard to play.Bill: Well, Bob, what do you want to do now? Bob: Darts? Bill: Nah.Bob: Shoot some pool? Bill: Nah.Bob: Cards? Bill: Nah. Hey, I've got an idea. We can go over to my house andfool around with my wife.Bob: Whadaya mean? Bill: Just what I said. We'll go to my house and we can fool aroundwith my wife.Bob: What about me? Bill: She's a sport. She won't mind at all.Bob: Well... if you think it's okay...Bill: Sure. C'mon, let's go! at Bill's houseBill: Honey, I'm home. Honey. Sweetheart! Damn! She must have goneshopping. Tell ya what, Bob. Let's go to your house!

Three stages of sex in marriage
TRI Weekly
TRY Weekly
Try Weakly

Bill and Bob met at the club for their weekly golf game. And for the third week in a row, it was raining too hard to play. Bill: Well, Bob, what do you want to do now? Bob: Darts? Bill: Nah. Bob: Shoot some pool? Bill: Nah. Bob: Cards? Bill: Nah. Hey, I've got an idea. We can go over to my house andfool around with my wife. Bob: Whadaya mean? Bill: Just what I said. We'll go to my house and we can fool aroundwith my wife. Bob: What about me? Bill: She's a sport. She won't mind at all. Bob: Well... if you think it's okay... Bill: Sure. C'mon, let's go! at Bill's houseBill: Honey, I'm home. Honey. Sweetheart! Damn! She must have goneshopping. Tell ya what, Bob. Let's go to your house!