Guy goes to the doctor, says, "Doc! You gotta help me! My damn penis turned bright orange!" The doctors says, "Really? Oh my, I've never heard of that before. Let's take a look." So the man drops his pants and underwear, and sure enough the doctor sees the brightest, orangest organ he's ever seen. "Hm," says the doctor, "do you now or have you ever by any chance worked in a dye factory?" "Nah, never done that for work" the man replies. "Well," the doctor continues, "do you work with any dangerous chemicals?" "Nope, too scary, wouldn't do that either" says the man. Stumped, the doctor then asks, "Ok, do you work with radioactive materials then?" "No, Doc, you don't get it!" the man retorts, "This can't be work related, gotta be something else! I've been unemployed for months now, all I do is sit around the house eating Cheetos and watching porn!"

A man that's always lived a righteous life passes away in his sleep. He finds himself at the end of a long line of people chatting about their lives and the last things they were doing, as he gets closer to the front he can see St. Peter at a podium standing in-between two doors, he can see when the doors open on one side it's people reading, hugging, chatting, children playing in the background When the other door opens he can see beer kegs as far as the eyes can see, men in lounge chairs with beautiful women crawling all over them filling their glasses, when his turn finally comes St. Peter says "Heaven" a door opens, the man looks up and says "I don't mean to question your judgement but hell looks a lot more entertaining!" St. Peter leans down and says "I'll let you in on a secret, those kegs have holes in them, the women... do not."

A couple of drunk customers at the Lone Bucket Bar started talking about their spouses. This talk, being held by drunk men, quickly devolved into a competition of who's wife loves him the most. At a certain point, a regular named Dave pulled up a stool and announced, “My wife must love me more than any woman has ever loved any man!” “What makes you say that?” inquired the bartender, as well as several of the group. Dave beamed with pride, “Last week, I had to take a couple of sick days from work...She was so thrilled to have me around, that every time a mail or delivery person came by, she’d run down the driveway waving her arms hollering, ‘My husband’s home! My husband’s home!’”

A girl is at a bar, and there are three guys next to her jabbering and carrying on and really getting on her nerves. The worst part was, they all had stutters. So she says to them, "Listen, I can't stand listening to you guys any more. Tell you what. Tell me where you're from. If you can say it without stuttering, I'll sleep with you. But if you can't, you have to leave. Deal?" "D-D-Deal!" say the guys. So she says to the first guy, "Where are you from?" The guy concentrates, screws up his face and says, "T-T-Tampa!" "One down," says the girl. "Adios. Next?" The second guys concentrates and concentrates and finally says, "OrlanD-D-D-o!" "Two down," says the girl, and turns to the third guy. "How about you?" The guys says, "Miami." Well, what can a girl do. She takes him to the bathroom and they proceed to have sex. Just as they are both getting dressed, the guy says, "B-B-B-Beach!"

This guy was sitting in his cubicle one day doing paperwork for his company when he heard a voice out of nowhere. "Quit your job. Sell your house. Go to Vegas." He was a little freaked out by the mysterious voice, but managed to finish out his day, go home, and go to sleep. The next day he was in the shower when he heard the voice again. "Quit your job. Sell your house. Go to Vegas." He ignored it and went to work, but while in the elevator going up to his office, he heard it again. "Quit your job. Sell your house. Go to Vegas." Later that day, while he was in a meeting, he heard it again. "Quit your job. Sell your house. Go to Vegas." On the car ride home, he heard it again. "Quit your job. Sell your house. Go to Vegas." In bed trying to sleep, he heard it again. "Quit your job. Sell your house. Go to Vegas." The next day was worse. He started hearing the voice every hour on the hour. "Quit your job. Sell your house. Go to Vegas." He didn't tell anyone, because he didn't want anyone to think he was crazy. He tried to ignore it, but the voice was persistent... "Quit your job. Sell your house. Go to Vegas." "Quit your job. Sell your house. Go to Vegas." "Quit your job. Sell your house. Go to Vegas." The next day, he was hearing the voice over and over and over again. It was louder than ever. "Quit your job. Sell your house. Go to Vegas." "Quit your job. Sell your house. Go to Vegas." "Quit your job. Sell your house. Go to Vegas." "Quit your job. Sell your house. Go to Vegas." "Quit your job. Sell your house. Go to Vegas." Finally, the guy snaps. "Darn it!" He goes up to his boss, tells him he quits, then walks out. He goes home and contacts a realtor, and sells the house the next day. He packs up the cash in a suitcase, buys a plane ticket, and flies to Vegas. After he walks out of the airport and says, "Alright, now what?" "Go to Caesar's Palace." The guy hails a taxi and immediately goes to Caesar's Palace. As soon as he walks into the front door, he hears the voice again. "Go to the roulette table." The guy goes to the nearest roulette table. "Put it all on red 21." The guy takes all of his money and puts it on red 21. The croupier spins the wheel, and the ball goes round and round, and finally lands... on black 35. "DAMMIT!" Said the voice.

A woman was getting her hair done at the salon for a trip to Rome with her husband. She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, who responded: "Rome? Why would anyone want to go there? It's crowded and dirty. You're crazy to go to Rome. So how are you getting there?" "We're taking Continental," was the reply. "We got a great rate!" "Continental?" exclaimed the hairdresser. "That's a terrible airline. Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly and they're always late. So where are you staying in Rome?" "We'll be at this exclusive little place over on Rome's Tiber River called Teste." "Don't go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks it's gonna be something special and exclusive, but it's really a dump." "We're going to go to see the Vatican and maybe get to see the Pope." "That's rich," laughed the hairdresser. "You and a million other people trying to see him. He'll look the size of an ant. Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You're going to need it." A month later, the woman again came in for a hairdo. The hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome. "It was wonderful," explained the woman, "not only were we on time in one of Continental's brand new planes, but it was overbooked and they bumped us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful and I had a handsome 28-year-old steward who waited on me hand and foot. And the Teste hotel was great! They'd just finished a $5 million remodeling and now it's a jewel, the finest hotel in the city. They, too, were overbooked, so they apologized and gave us their owner's suite at no extra charge!" "Well," muttered the hairdresser, "that's all well and good, but I know you didn't get to see the Pope." "Actually, we were quite lucky because as we toured the Vatican, a Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder and explained that the Pope likes to meet some of the visitors and if I'd be so kind as to step into his private room and wait, the Pope would personally greet me. Sure enough, five minutes later, the Pope walked through the door and shook my hand! I knelt down and he spoke a few words to me." "Oh, really!" Exclaimed the hairdresser. "What'd he say?" "He said: "Who screwed up your hair?""

A Lufthansa flight is over the Atlantic when there is a loud BANG! The plane shudders, and starts to go down. The pilot gets on the speaker and says, "Ladies und gentlemen. As you probably haffe noticed, we haffe lost all of our engines, und we are currently plummeting toward zee ocean!" Well, everyone on the plane starts screaming and carrying on. The pilot gets back on the speaker and says, "Ladies und gentlemen, haffe no fear! We at Lufthansa haffe prepared for just zuch an emergency. Listen carefully. Zoze of you who can swim, move to zee left zide of zee airplane. Zoze of you who cannot swim, move to zee right zide of zee airplane." So the passengers start trading places and moving around; swimmers on the left and non-swimmers on the right. After a minute or so the pilot gets back on the speaker. "Okay, ladies und gentlemen. In just a few minutes we vill plummet into zee ocean. Zoze of you on zee left zide of zee plane: as soon as we hit zee ocean, leave zee plane und swim avay as fast as you can. Zoze of you on zee right zide of zee plane: thank you for flying Lufthansa!"