Mah Jokes

A cowboy was taken prisoner by a bunch of Indians. The Indians were all prepared to kill him when the chief announced that due to the celebration of the Great Spirit, they would grant the cowboy three wishes before he would die. "What do you want for your first wish?" asks the chief. "I wanna talk to mah horse!" says the cowboy. He goes over to his horse and whispers in its ear. The horse neighs, rears back, and takes off at full speed. About an hour later, the horse comes back with a naked lady on its back. Well, the Indians are very impressed, so they let the cowboy use one of their teepees. A little while later, the cowboy stumbles out of the teepee, tucking in his shirt. "What do you want for your second wish?" says the chief. "I wanna talk to mah horse!" says the cowboy. Again, the cowboy whispers in the horses ear. The horse neighs, rears back, and takes off at full speed. About an hour later, the horse comes back with another naked lady more...

A Texan went up to the airline check-in counter and boomed, "Howdy, ma`am. My name`s Brown, spelled B-R-O-W-N. Ah`m from Dallas, Texas. Ah`m 6-foot 3-inches tall. Ah`m white from th` top of mah head to th` tip of mah toes, and I hate the Irish." Well, she didn`t know what else to do, so she took his ticket and showed him onto the plane. He sat down in his seat, and turned to the fellow next to him, "Howdy, suh. My name`s Brown, spelled B-R-O-W-N. Ah`m from Dallas, Texas. Ah`m 6-foot 3-inches tall. Ah`m white from th` top of mah head to th` tip of mah toes, and I hate the Irish." The little fellow turned to him, "Well now, how d`ye do. My name is Patrick Michael O`Donnell. I`m from Dublin, Ireland. I`m 5-foot 6- inches tall, and I`m white from the top o` me head to the tip o` me toes, except for my rectum, which is brown. Spelled B-R-O-W-N."

"Mah sons real smart!" crowed the redneck mother to an acquaintance. "Hes only six but he can already spell his name backwards and forwards!" "Whats his name?" asked the friend. "Bob."

"Mah son's real smart!" crowed the redneck mother to an acquaintance. "He's only six but he can already spell his name backwards and forwards!" "What's his name?" asked the friend. "Bob."