The World's Funniest Joke -- Official
Two hunters are out in the woods when one of them collapses. He doesn't seem to be breathing and his eyes are glazed. The other man pulls out his phone and calls emergency services.
He gasps to the operator: "My friend is dead! What can I do?" The operator in a calm, soothing voice replies: "Take it easy. I can help. First, let's make sure he's dead."
There is a silence, then a shot is heard.
Back on the phone, the hunter says, "Ok, now what?"
--
Eh. I guess it's alright.
I drove down to Champaign today, to visit my brother. I left the car door open as I sat waiting in the Osco parking lot, my mom having gone in to pick up a few things. A man came over with an armload of tshirts, and asked for a $1 donation to some heart disease something-or-other charity, in exchange for a tshirt. I politely refused, and he nodded and walked away, looking for other potential donors.
Nothing remarkable about the situation, but it makes me wonder whether I refused because I really didn't want to give, or because I just say NO as a conditioned reaction. I'm not as compassionate as I should be, and it makes me wonder where along the way I lost it. Probably when guys like this pretend to speak for me: Falwell Calls Muhammad 'Terrorist'. I am too tired to comment on this. Fricking moron.
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Two hunters are out in the woods when one of them collapses. He doesn't seem to be breathing and his eyes are glazed. The other man pulls out his phone and calls emergency services.
He gasps to the operator: "My friend is dead! What can I do?" The operator in a calm, soothing voice replies: "Take it easy. I can help. First, let's make sure he's dead."
There is a silence, then a shot is heard.
Back on the phone, the hunter says, "Ok, now what?"
--
Eh. I guess it's alright.
I drove down to Champaign today, to visit my brother. I left the car door open as I sat waiting in the Osco parking lot, my mom having gone in to pick up a few things. A man came over with an armload of tshirts, and asked for a $1 donation to some heart disease something-or-other charity, in exchange for a tshirt. I politely refused, and he nodded and walked away, looking for other potential donors.
Nothing remarkable about the situation, but it makes me wonder whether I refused because I really didn't want to give, or because I just say NO as a conditioned reaction. I'm not as compassionate as I should be, and it makes me wonder where along the way I lost it. Probably when guys like this pretend to speak for me: Falwell Calls Muhammad 'Terrorist'. I am too tired to comment on this. Fricking moron.
Check out The Smoking Gun's favorite mugshots.
Spontaneous. Human. Combustion. Which is not nearly the treasure that Swedish Chef videos are (!!).