So after another weekend in the bar, and many, many jokes, I've narrowed it down to the best of the best....of what I can remember. This joke I am especially proud to present to everyone because it came to me as an original from the one and only Rudy Rock...and No, that's not his porn name that's his real name:
I woke up this past Sunday and turned over to my wife and said, "Ya know, I'm feeling a bit horny right now." And my wife said, "Ah, I'm horny too! What do you want to do?" She asked smiling.
So I told her, "Well, I want to try something a little exotic today..."
"Okay, honey, what do you want?" she asked me.
"I want the 'Chilean Miner'."
She looked confused and asked, "What's that?"
"It's when you go down on the shaft and come up two months later."
GENIUS, GENIUS, GENIUS!
credit to Rudy Rock, you're in the wrong business dude.
What---The-Christ--is that? This portrait is on display at Independence Hall.....really.
Imagine if you had someone draw a portrait of yourself and it came out looking like a 7 year old's crayon drawing of a zombie. Would you really let this slide? I would have loved to have been there to see the look on ol' Bogle's face after sitting still for 3 hours and then the "artist" was like, 'Okay, all finished..step around front and have a look!'
The only theory about this I could come up with: a night janitor was vigorously mopping and the butt end of his mop hit the original painting and took off Bogle's face. So the janitor had to recreate it with crayons and no one has noticed until me.
Now I can't look at the Arby's hat without seeing a chocolate penis. It's like that picture of the old witch/pretty girl face. Except with an old hat/chocolate penis.
Accordingly I went to one who had the reputation of wisdom, and observed to him -- his name I need not mention; he was a politician whom I selected for examination -- and the result was as follows: When I began to talk with him, I could not help thinking that he was not really wise, although he was thought wise by many, and wiser still by himself; and I went and tried to explain to him that he thought himself wise, but was not really wise; and the consequence was that he hated me, and his enmity was shared by several who were present and heard me. So I left him, saying to myself, as I went away: Well, although I do not suppose that either of us knows anything really beautiful and good, I am better off than he is -- for he knows nothing, and thinks that he knows. I neither know nor think that I know. In this latter particular, then, I seem to have slightly the advantage of him.