Monday Pun 1-6-2014

Karl U. sent me this one. I’ve heard it before, but don’t think I’ve ever used it.

Two hillbillies walk into a restaurant. While having a bite to eat, they talk about their moonshine operation. Suddenly, a woman at a nearby table, who is eating a sandwich, begins to cough. After a minute or so, it becomes apparent that she is in real distress. One of the hillbillies looks at her and says, Kin ya swallar?’

The woman shakes her head no.

Then he asks, ‘Kin ya breathe?’

The woman begins to turn blue, and shakes her head no. The hillbilly walks over to the woman, lifts up her dress, yanks down her drawers, and quickly gives her right butt cheek a lick with his tongue. The woman is so shocked that she has a violent spasm, and the obstruction flies out of her mouth.

As she begins to breathe again, the Hillbilly walks slowly back to his table. His partner says,
‘Ya know, I’d heerd of that there ‘Hind Lick Maneuver’ but I ain’t niver seed nobody do it!’

6 comments on “Monday Pun 1-6-2014

  1. 1. A chicken crossing the road is poultry in motion.

    2. I thought I saw an eye doctor on an Alaskan island, but it turned out

    to be an optical Aleutian.

    3. She was only a whiskey maker, but he loved her still.

    4. A rubber band pistol was confiscated from algebra class because it

    was a weapon of math disruption.

    5. The butcher backed into the meat grinder and got a little behind in

    his work.

    6. No matter how much you push the envelope, it’ll still be stationery.

    7. A dog gave birth to puppies near the road and was cited for littering.

    8. A grenade thrown into a kitchen in France would result in Linoleum

    Blownapart.

    9. Two silk worms had a race. They ended up in a tie.

    10. A backward poet writes inverse.

    11. When cannibals ate a missionary, they got a taste of religion.

    12. Don’t join dangerous cults: Practice safe sects.

  2. (got this from The Postman’s Corner ezine)

    You know that all potatoes have eyes. Well, Mr. and Mrs. Potato had eyes for each other, and finally hey got married, and had a little sweet potato, whom they called ‘Yam’. Of course, they wanted the best for Yam. When it was time, they told her about the facts of life.

    They warned her about going out and getting half-baked, so she wouldn’t get accidentally mashed, and get a bad name for herself like ‘Hot Potato’, and end up with a bunch of Tater Tots. Yam said not to worry, no Spud would get her into the sack and make a rotten potato out of her!

    But on the other hand she wouldn’t stay home and become a Couch Potato, either. She would get plenty of exercise so as not to be skinny like her Shoestring cousins. When she went off to Europe, Mr. and Mrs. Potato told Yam to watch out for the Hard Boiled guys from Ireland. And the greasy guys from France called the French Fries. And when she went out west, to watch out for the Indians so she wouldn’t get scalloped.

    Yam said she would stay on the straight and narrow and wouldn’t associate with those high class Yukon Golds, or the ones from the other side of the tracks who advertise their trade on all the trucks that say, ‘Frito Lay.’

    Mr. and Mrs. Potato sent Yam to Idaho P.U. (that’s Potato University) so that when she graduated she’d really be in the Chips. But in spite of all they did for her, one day Yam came home and announced she was going to marry Tom Brokaw. Mr. and Mrs. Potato were very upset. They told Yam she couldn’t possibly marry Tom Brokaw because he’s just a…

    just a… just a COMMON TATER!!!

    ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

    …and then there’s this. Not a joke, but it warmed my heart to hear how it turned out. Street justice!

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=NjhMc20znJE

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