Drop Jokes

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    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...

    One day while on patrol, a police officer pulled over a car for speeding.
    He
    went up to the car and asked the driver to roll down her window. The first
    thing he noticed, besides the nice red sports car, was how hot the driver
    was! Blue eyes, blonde, the works.
    "I've pulled you over for speeding, Ma'am. Could I see your drivers
    license?" "What's a license???" replied the blonde, instantly giving away
    the fact that she was as dumb as a stump.
    "It's usually in your wallet," replied the officer. After fumbling for a few
    minutes, the driver managed to find it. "Now may I see yourregistration?"
    asked the cop.
    "Registration... what's that....?" asked the blonde.
    "It's usually in your glove compartment." said the cop impatiently.
    After some more fumbling, she found the registration.
    "I'll be back in a minute." said the cop and walked back to his car. The
    officer more...

    An Italian, an American, and a Polak were captured by the French for various crimes and are taken to the Guillotine.The executioner places the Italian on the block and asks if he has any last words. The Italian replies, "I pray to the Virgin Mary that I may live." They drop the blade it it stops a mere inch above the Italian's neck. Amazed, the French let him go.Next, the American is put in position and asked if he has any final words. He replies, "In the name of Jesus Christ, please have mercy." They drop the blade, and again it stops just an inch from the American's neck. In disbelief, they let him go free.Then the Polak is placed on the block, and they ask if he has any last words.He says, "Yeah. You've got a knot in your rope."

    Rabri Devi, Sonia Gandhi and Jayalalitha were flying together in a plane.
    They were just talking among themselves when
    Rabri said:' I have this 100 rupee note. If I drop this from the plane then it will fall on the ground and one Indian will pick it up and so I can make one Indian happy.
    So Sonia pulled out two 50 rupee notes and said: If I drop these two 50 rupee notes, I can make two Indians happy.
    Lastly Jaya pulled out 100 one rupee note and said:' If I can drop all 100 one rupee notes, then I can make 100 Indians happy.'
    Seeing all this hypocrisy the pilot could not resist himself and said: If I can drop all three of you from the plane, I can make one billion Indians happy.

    A woman repeated a bit of gossip about a neighbor. Within a few days the whole community knew the story.
    The person it concerned was deeply hurt and offended.
    Later the woman responsible for spreading the rumor learned that it was completely untrue.
    She was very sorry and went to a wise old sage to find out what she could do to repair the damage.
    "Go to the marketplace," he said, "and purchase a chicken, and have it killed. Then on your way home, pluck its feathers and drop them one by one along the road."
    Although surprised by this advice, the woman did what she was told.
    The next day the wise man said, "Now go and collect all those feathers you dropped yesterday and bring them back to me."
    The woman followed the same road, but to her dismay, the wind had blown the feathers all away. After searching for hours, she returned with only three in her hand.
    "You see," said the old sage, "it's easy to drop more...

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