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ClansmanTreffen sich 2 Schäferhunde beim Tierarzt. Meint der eine:
„Na wieso bist du hier?“
-„Hab zum 4. mal den Postboten gebissen, ich glaube ich werde eingeschläfert. Und wieso bist du hier?“
“ Ich lag im Bad auf den Kühlen fliesen und hab mich abgekühlt, da hat mein Frauchen nackt das Bad geputzt. Als sie sich gebückt hat konnte ich nicht anders und hab sie von hinten genommen.“
-“ Und jetzt bist du auch zum Einschläfern hier?“
„Nein, zum Krallenschneiden…“
Gibt es eigentlich auch einen Thread für gute Witze? der ist nämlich gut.
Und der hier auch:
It was Postman Pat’s last day on the job after 35 years of carrying the post through all kinds of weather to the same neighbor hood. When he arrived at the first house on his route, he was greeted by the whole family there, who all hugged and congratulated him and sent him on his way with a gift cheque for $500.
At the second house they presented him fine Cuban cigars in an 18-carat gold box. The folks at the third house handed him a case of 30-year old Scotch Whisky.
At the fourth house he was met at the door by a blonde in her lingerie. She took him by the arm and led him up the stairs to the bedroom where she blew his mind with the most passionate love he had ever experienced. When he had had enough they went downstairs, where the blonde fixed him a giant breakfast: eggs, tomatoes, ham, sausage,
blueberry waffles, and freshly-squeezed orange juice.
When he was truly satisfied she poured him a cup of steaming coffee. As she was pouring, he noticed a $5 note sticking out from under the cup’s bottom edge. „All this was just too wonderful for words,“ he said, „but what’s the five dollars for?“
„Well,“ said the blonde, „last night, I told my husband that today would be your last day, and that we should do something special for you. I asked him what to give you.
He said, „F**k him. Give him five bucks.“ The breakfast was my idea.“
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