Funny Jokes

The Scotchman who ran a livery was asked by a tourist as to how many the carryall would hold.

“Fower generally,” was the answer. “Likely sax, if they’re weel aquaint.”

The professor, who was famous for the wool-gathering of his wits, returned home, and had his ring at the door answered by a new maid. The girl looked at him inquiringly:

“Um—ah—is Professor Johnson at home?” he asked, naming himself.

“No, sir,” the maid replied, “but he is expected any moment now.”

The professor turned away, the girl closed the door. Then the poor man sat down on the steps to wait for himself.

The absentminded inventor perfected a parachute device. He was taken up in a balloon to make a test of the apparatus. Arrived at a height of a thousand feet, he climbed over the edge of the basket, and dropped out. He had fallen two hundred yards when he remarked to himself, in a tone of deep regret:

“Dear me! I’ve gone and forgotten my umbrella.”

You might be a redneck family if any of your children were conceived under a stop light.

You might be a redneck family if any of your honeymoon plans involve a deer camp.

You might be a redneck family if anyone in your family has ever purchased peroxide in a gallon container.

You might be a redneck family if during the wedding ceremony the minister said, “Do you, DeWayne, take Connie to be your old lady?”

You might be a redneck family if fine dining is the Waffle House.

You might be a redneck family if for your first anniversary You take your wife to dinner at the Wal-mart snack bar.

The man of the house finally took all the disabled umbrellas to the
repairer’s. Next morning on his way to his office, when he got up to
leave the street car, he absentmindedly laid hold of the umbrella belonging to a woman beside him, for he was in the habit of carrying one. The woman cried “Stop thief!” rescued her umbrella and covered the man with shame and confusion.

That same day, he stopped at the repairer’s, and received all eight of his umbrellas duly restored. As he entered a street car, with the unwrapped umbrellas tucked under his arm, he was horrified to behold glaring at him the lady of his morning adventure. Her voice came to him charged with a withering scorn:

Father: “Well, son, you certainly made a fool of yourself! That girlfriend of yours robbed you of every cent you had.”

Son: “Well, dad, you have to hand it to me for picking them clever.”

The packer from Chicago admired a picture by Rosa Bonheur.

“How much is that?” he demanded. The dealer quoted the price as $5,000.

“Holy pig’s feet!” the magnate spluttered. “For that money, I can buy live hogs and——”

His wife nudged him in the ribs, and whispered:

“Don’t talk shop.”