good joke

[huntindog]

SOME THINGS ARE JUST
> TOO FUNNY NOT TO PASS AROUND
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> Subject: Saskatchewan Farm Boy
>
> A young farm boy
> from Saskatchewan moved to Vancouver Island and
> went to a huge "everything under one roof
> department store" looking for a job.
> The Manager says, 'Do you have any sales
> experience?'
> The kid says, 'Yeah. I was a salesman back in
> Saskatchewan.'
> Well, the boss liked the kid and gave him the job.
> 'You start tomorrow. I'll come down after we close
> and see how you did.'
> His first day on the job was rough, but he got through it.
>
> After the store was locked up, the boss came down.
> 'How many customers bought something from you
> today?'
> The kid says 'one'.
> The boss says, 'Just one? Our salespeople average 20
> to 30 customers a day. How much was the sale for?'
> The kid says, '$101,237.65.'
> The boss says, '$101,237.65! What the heck did you
> sell?'
> The kid says, 'First, I sold him a small fishhook.
> Then I sold him a
> medium fishhook.
> Then I sold him a larger fishhook.
> Then I sold him a new fishing rod.
> Then I asked him where he was going fishing and he
> said down
> the coast,so I told him he was going to need a
> boat, so we went down to the boat department
> and I sold him a twin engine Chris Craft. Then he
> said he didn't think his Honda Civic would
> pull it, so I took him down to the automotive
> department and sold him that 4x4 Ford Expedition.'
> The boss said, 'You mean to tell me that a guy came in
> here to
> buy a fish hook and you sold him a BOAT and a TRUCK?'
> The Saskatchewan farm boy said, 'No,the guy came
> in here to buy Tampons for his wife and I said,
> 'Dude, your weekend's shot, you might as
> well go fishing!'
>
>
>

[Darian]

:lol: :lol:

[WhipperSnapper]

:crybaby::lol::crybaby::lol::crybaby:

[mikel]

A very old man lay dying in his bed. In death's doorway, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookie wafting up the stairs.

He gathered his remaining strength and lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort forced himself down the stairs, gripping the railing with both hands.

With labored breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen. Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven.

There, spread out up on newspapers on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favorite chocolate chip cookies.

Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?

Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table. The aged and withered hand, shaking, made its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when he was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife.

"Stay out of those," she said. "They're for the funeral.”

[Hairstacker]

"Stay out of those," she said. "They're for the funeral.”

:lol::lol::lol::lol::lol:

[Darian]

:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: