Two 90 year old men, Mike and Joe, have been friends all of their lives.
When it’s clear that Joe is dying, Mike visits him every day. One day Mike says, “Joe, we both loved rugby all our lives, and we played rugby on Saturdays together for so many years. Please do me one favor, when you get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there’s rugby there.”
Joe looks up at Mike from his death bed. “Mike , you’ve been my best friend for many years. If it’s at all possible, I’ll do this favor for you.”
Shortly after that, Joe passes on.
At midnight a couple of nights later, Mike is awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him, “Mike … Mike.”
“Who is it?” Asks Mike suddenly sitting up. “Who is it?”
“Mike … it’s me, Joe.”
“You’re not Joe. Joe just died,” says Mike.
“I’m telling you, it’s me, Joe,” insists the voice.
“Joe! Where are you?”
“In heaven”, replies Joe. “I have some really good news and a little bad news.”
“Tell me the good news first,” says Mike .
“The good news,” Joe says, “is that there’s rugby in heaven. Better yet, all of our old friends who died before us are here, too. Better than that, we’re all young again. Better still, it’s always spring time and it never rains or snows. And best of all, we can play rugby all we want, and we never get tired.”
“That’s fantastic,” says Mike . “It’s beyond my wildest dreams! So what’s the bad news?”
“You’re on the team for Tuesday’s match!”
A married couple was lying in bed together.
Suddenly she felt his hand on her shoulder.
She murmured gently, “Ahh… nice.”
His hand moved to her breast.
She grew more excited, “Sweetie, that’s wonderful.”
His hand moved to her leg.
She moaned, “Honey, don’t stop!”
But then he stopped.
“Why did you stop?”
He responded with a click, “Because I found the remote!”.
He’s expected to be released from the hospital on Monday.
A mortician was working late one night. It was his job to examine the dead bodies before they were sent off to be buried or cremated.
As he examined the body of a Mr. Schwartz, who was about to be cremated, he noticed the size of his manhood.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Schwartz”, said the mortician, “but I can’t send you off to be cremated with a tremendously huge private part like this. It has to be saved for posterity.”
With that, the mortician used his tools to remove the dead man’s private bit. He stuffed his prize into a briefcase and took it home.
The first person he showed it to was his wife.
“I have something to show you that you won’t believe,” he said, and opened up his briefcase.
“Oh my God!” the wife screamed. “Schwartz is dead!”
An older man approached an attractive younger woman at a shopping mall.
“Excuse me,” said the man. “I can’t seem to find my wife. Can you talk to me for a couple of minutes?”
The woman, feeling a bit of compassion for the old fellow, said, “Of course, sir. Do you know where your wife might be?”
“I have no idea, but any time I talk to a pretty young woman like you, she seems to appear out of nowhere.”
Two Irishmen were sitting at a pub having beer and watching the brothel across the street.
They saw a Baptist minister walk into the brothel, and one of them said, “Aye, ’tis a shame to see a man of the cloth goin’bad.”
Then they saw a rabbi enter the brothel, and the other Irishman said, “Aye, ’tis a shame to see that the Jews are fallin’victim to temptation as well.”
Then they see a catholic priest enter the brothel, and one of the Irishmen said, “What a terrible pity…one of the girls must be dyin’.”
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