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Humor Pages - Intoxicated Vol.4
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Report
A drunk phoned police to report that
thieves had
been in his car. "They've stolen the dashboard, the steering wheel,
the brake pedal, even the accelerator!" he cried out.
However,
before
the police investigation could start,the phone rang a second time with
the same voice came over the line.
"Never mind," he said with
a
hiccup, "I got in the back seat by mistake." |
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Inside Job
A man
sitting in the bar found that
the front of
his trousers was all wet. Turning to the man on his right he asked, "Did
you pour beer on my trousers?"
"Nope," came the reply.
Then, turning to
the man
on his left, he asked, "Did you
pour beer
on my trousers?"
The man also
replied, "Nope."
"Then it must be an inside
job," he murmured. |
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Indecent Exposure
"It was just
a simple
misunderstanding, your Honour." Testified
the man charged with indecent exposure.
"Explain that statement!" harrumphed the Judge.
"Well,
you
see, this girl and I were drinking in a bar and she asked me what I
wanted
most in a woman -- so I showed her."
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A pompous little man with gold-rimmed
spectacles and a thoughtful
brow
boarded a train and took the only unoccupied seat.
The
man next him had evidently been drinking. For a while the little man
contented
himself with merely sniffing contemptuously at his neighbor, but
finally
he summoned the guard.
"Conductor,"
he demanded indignantly, "do you
permit drunken people
to ride upon this train?"
"No, sir,"
replied the conductor in a confidential whisper. "But don't
say
a word and stay where you are, sir. If ye hadn't told me I'd never have
noticed ye." |
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A noisy
bunch tacked out of their club late one night, and up the
street.
They stopped in front of an imposing residence. After considerable
discussion
one of them advanced and pounded on the door. A woman stuck her head
out
of a second-story window and demanded, none too sweetly: "What do you
want?"
"Ish thish the residence of Mr. Smith?" inquired the man on the
steps,
with an elaborate bow.
"It is. What do you want?"
"Ish it possible I have the honor of speakin' to Misshus Smith?"
"Yes. What do you want?"
"Dear Misshus Smith! Good Misshus Smith! Will you—hic—come down an'
pick out Mr. Smith? The resh of us want to go home." |
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