Two Polish guys are sitting on a park bench, and a bum comes up to them.
“Hey!!” he bellows, in his hoarse voice. “I got a riddle for you two. What has 2 heads, 4 arms, 4 legs, and stinks like SHIT??”
The Polish guys look at each other, and one of them shrugs, “I give up, what has 2 heads, 4 arms, 4 legs, and stinks like SHIT??”
“You and your friend!!” the bum staggers away chuckling.
The Polish guys look at each other and start laughing. “That was a funny riddle that bum told us”, they say, “let’s go do it on someone.”
Laughing almost hysterically, they see two American guys. They come up to them and smile.
“Hey guys!” they laugh. “We got a riddle for you! What has 2 heads, 4 arms, 4 legs, and stinks like SHIT?”
The American guys shrug, waiting for the answer.
The Polish guys chuckle again, and one of them says as he smirks “Me and my friend!!!”
Had It All.
This morning I was sitting on a park bench next to a homeless man.
I started a conversation by asking him how he ended up this way.
He said, “Up until last week, I still had it all. I had plenty to eat, my clothes were washed and pressed, I had a roof over my head, I had TV and Internet, and I went to the gym, the pool, and the library.
“I was working on my MBA on-line. I had no bills and no debt. I even had full medical coverage.”
I felt sorry for him, so I asked, “What happened? Drugs? A-l.c.ohol? Divorce?”
“Oh no, nothing like that,” he said. “I was released from prison.”
Hi there. I’m Bob. I’m 80.
Every morning, I sit on the same park bench and chat to my friend, Jim, who’s a full seven years older than me. I’ve always wondered where he gets all his stamina from – he goes for a jog each day without fail, before meeting me. And, amazingly, he’s never out of breath.
One fine day, I plucked up the courage to ask him: “Hey Jim, how on earth do you have all that stamina at your age?”
“Well, I eat Italian bread every day. It keeps your energy level high and you’ll have great stamina with the ladies,” Jim replied.
Intrigued, I decided to visit the local bakery on my way home to find myself some Italian bread and hopefully get a vitality boost. As I looked around while trying to ensure that no-one caught on to what I was doing, the lady asked me if I needed any help.
“Do you have any Italian bread?” I asked sheepishly.
“Yes, there’s a whole shelf of it. Would you like some?”
“I want five loaves.”
“My goodness, five loaves?” she exclaimed. “By the time you get to the fifth loaf, it’ll be hard.”
I left as fast as my old legs could carry me!
