A woman arrived at the Gates of Heaven.
While she was waiting for Saint Peter to greet her, she peeked through the gates.
She saw a beautiful banquet table.
Sitting all around were her parents and all the other people she had loved and who had died before her.
They saw her and began calling greetings to her.
“Hello – How are you!
We’ve been waiting for you!
Good to see you.”
When Saint Peter came by, the woman said to him, “This is such a wonderful place! How do I get in?”
“You have to spell a word,” Saint Peter told her.
“Which word?” the woman asked.
The woman correctly spelled ‘Love’, and Saint Peter welcomed her into Heaven.
About a year later, Saint Peter came to the woman and asked her to watch the Gates of Heaven for him that day.
While the woman was guarding the Gates of Heaven, her husband arrived.
I’m surprised to see you,” the woman said. “How have you been?”
“Oh, I’ve been doing pretty well since you died,” her husband told her.
“I married the beautiful young nurse who took care of you while you were ill.
And then I won the multi-state lottery.
I sold the little house you and I lived in and bought a huge mansion.
And my wife and I traveled all around the world.
We were on vacation in Cancun and I went water skiing today.
I fell and hit my head, and here I am.
What a bummer!
How do I get in?”
“You have to spell a word,” the woman told him.
“Which word?” her husband asked.
” Czechoslovakia …”
What If I Die?
WIFE: “What would you do if I died? Would you get married again?”
HUSBAND: “Definitely not!”
WIFE: “Why not – don’t you like being married?”
HUSBAND: “Of course I do.”
WIFE: “Then why wouldn’t you remarry?”
HUSBAND: “Okay, I’d get married again.”
WIFE: “You would? (with a hurtful look on her face).
HUSBAND: (makes audible groan).
WIFE: “Would you live in our house?”
HUSBAND: “Sure, it’s a great house.”
WIFE: “Would you sleep with her in our bed?”
HUSBAND: “Where else would we sleep?”
WIFE: “Would you let her drive my car?”
HUSBAND: “Probably, it is almost new.”
WIFE: “Would you replace my pictures with hers?”
HUSBAND: “That would seem like the proper thing to do.”
WIFE: “Would she use my golf clubs?”
HUSBAND: “No, she’s left-handed.”
WIFE: – - – silence – -
HUSBAND: “Fuck!”
Anger Management
When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it
out on someone, don’t take it out on someone you know — take it out on
someone you don’t know.
I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I had forgotten to
make. I found the number and dialed it.
A man answered, saying, “Hello.”
I politely said, “Could I please speak with Robin Carter?”
Suddenly, the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn’t believe that anyone
could be so rude. I realized I had called the wrong number. I tracked down
Robin’s correct number and called her. I had accidentally transposed the
last two digits of her phone number. After hanging up with her, I decided to
call the ‘wrong’ number again.
When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled, “You’re an asshole!” and
hung up.
I wrote his number down with the word ‘asshole’ next to it, and put it in my
desk drawer.
Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I’d
call him up and yell, “You’re an asshole!” It always cheered me up.
When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic ‘asshole’ calling
would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, “Hi, this is John
Smith from the Telephone Company. I’m just calling to see if you’re familiar
with the Caller ID program?”
He yelled, “NO!” and slammed the phone down.
I quickly called him back and said, “That’s because you’re an asshole!”
One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some
guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently
waited for.. I hit the horn and yelled that I had been waiting for that
spot. The idiot ignored me I noticed a “For Sale” sign in his car window . .
so, I wrote down his number.
A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole ( I had his
number on speed dial), I thought I had better call the BMW asshole, too.
I said, “Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Can you tell me where I can see it?”
“Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th Street. It’s a yellow house, and the car’s
parked right out in front.”
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“My name is Don Hansen,” he said.
“When’s a good time to catch you, Don?”
“I’m home every evening after five.”
“Listen, Don, can I tell you something?”
“Don, you’re an asshole.”
Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I had
a problem, I had two assholes to call.
But after several months of calling them, it wasn’t as enjoyable as it used
to be
So, I came up with an idea. I called Asshole #1.
“You’re an asshole!” (But I didn’t hang up.)
“Are you still there?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Stop calling me,” he screamed.
“Make me,” I said.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“My name is Don Hansen..”
“Yeah? Where do you live?”
“Asshole, I live at 1802 West 34th Street, a yellow house, with my black
Beamer parked in front.”
He said, “I’m coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying
your prayers.”
I said, “Yeah, like I’m really scared, asshole.”
Then I called Asshole #2.
“Hello?” he said.
“Hello, asshole,” I said.
He yelled, “If I ever find out who you are…!”
“You’ll what?” I said.
“I’ll kick your ass,” he exclaimed.
I answered, “Well, asshole, here’s your chance. I’m coming over right now.”
Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at
1802 West 34th Street, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay
Then I called Channel 13 News about the gang war going down on West 34th
I quickly got into my car and headed over to 34th street.
When I got there, I saw two assholes beating the crap out of each other in
front of six squad cars, a police helicopter, and the channel 13 news crew.
NOW, I feel better – This is “Anger Management” at its very best.
Deductive Reasoning
John is mowing his lawn when he sees a new neighbor moving in. He stops and steps to the fence to see what the new neighbor is like. After calling him over, the new neighbor, Bob, tells says that he is a Professor of Deductive Reasoning at the college.
John- Deductive Reasoning? What’s that?
Bob- Well, lemme give you an example. I see you have a doghouse. That leads me to believe you have a dog. If you have a dog, perhaps you have children. If you have children, then I would deduce that you have a wife. By having a wife, you are enforcing that you are a heterosexual.
John- That’s pretty neat!
They part ways and John goes to talk to another neighbor, Jerry, who is watching the move.
Jerry- New neighbor, huh? What’s he do?
John- He’s a Professor of Deductive Reasoning at the college.
Jerry- Deductive Reasoning? What’s that?
John- Lemme give you an example. Do you have a dog?
Jerry- No, I don’t.
John- Fag!
I am a senior citizen.
During the Clinton Administration I had an extremely good and well paying job.
I took numerous vacations and had several vacation homes.
Since President Bush took office, I have watched my entire life change for the worse.
I lost my job.
I lost my two sons in that terrible Iraqi War.
I lost my homes.
I lost my health insurance.
As a matter of fact I lost virtually everything and became homeless.
Adding insult to injury, when the authorities found me living like an animal, instead of helping me, they arrested me.
I will do anything that Senator Kerry wants to insure that a Democrat is back in the White House come next year.
Bush has to go.
Saddam Hussein

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