There is a guy in front of me at the grocery store check-out and in front of him is a woman.
She puts on the belt: a single potato, a small container of milk, half a carton of eggs,
The guy in front of me says to her: "You're single, aren't you?"
She bats her eyes and says: "How did you guess?"
He replies: "Because you're rather ugly."
I think that's too mean spirited to qualify as a "joke". "She" should have replied, "You're rather quite a piece of work yourself."
You didn't crack a smile even?
" Does this dress make my butt look big? . . "Nooo.. it's your BUTT that makes that dress look big...."
No, why, there was no joke.
Now if she had replied, "Okay, I'm ugly, and you're an asshole. But I can always put on makeup," then it might have been worth a smile.
Did you say "mean spirited", Bill? Y'mean Toy is now a fellow Republican, like his buddy, Sarah Palin?
-- To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure. -- J. K. Rowling
Sorry, I saw tears in her eyes...
Bill
This was an old joke! OP did not really hear that at the store.
Who'se trolling now, Jackko? LOL
Gawd... I express a couple of conservative views and now I'm trying to crawl under Palin's skirt?
Now THAT is sooo kneeslappingggg...awful... "I can always put on make- up, yes but tomorrow I'll be sober....come ON, that line is as dead as your sense of humour.
Nuttin' better than Alaska Salmon
GOOD ONE!
I knew it! Thanks for confessing. It's good for the soul. (And other parts of the shoe, you heel.)
-- To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure. -- J. K. Rowling
Well *I* don't toe the party line; I am too straight-laced for that.
I didn't. If I were behind the guy, I would have punched him,
Oooooo tough guy... punching people in fictitious fables...
Someone with a sense of humor that relies on pointless derision of a person for their appearance (rather than their character) is in no position to lecture anyone else on what is or isn't funny. What's next, you gonna tell a joke about laughing at someone in a wheelchair?
One night, I was having a few pints in The Jolly Miller (Hog's Hollow, Toronto) and struck up a conversation with a guy on a barstool next to me. We talked about cars, sports, weather...and scotch. At one point, I looked over to say something to him and he had fallen off his barstool. He was mumbling and I tried to help him up. But every time, when I thought I had him back on his feet, he fell down again. Finally, I told Stu, the bartender to call the guy a cab. I carried him downstairs to the sidewalk and when the cab showed up, I had to look in the guys wallet to get his address... I figured, I'll go with him, and drop him off... it wasn't very far. When I dragged him to the front porch, I rang the doorbell and his wife opened the door. She took one look at her hubby, and thanked me for dropping him off; taking care of him. She wanted to pay me for the cab, something I refused. As I walked off the porch, she asked: "where did you leave his wheelchair?"
Oooooo tough guy... punching people in fictitious fables...
**************************Oooo That would hurt, getting punched in the fables But, he also claims heroically, that he would normally attack someone from behind REAL hero !!
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