jokes
Recently a "Husband Super Store" opened where women could go to choose a husband from among many men. It was laid out in five floors, with the men increasing in positive attributes as you ascended.
The only rule was, once you opened the door to any floor, you HAD to
choose a man from that floor; if you went up a floor, you couldn't go back down except to leave the place, never to return.
A couple of girlfriends went to the shopping centre to find some
husbands...
First floor
The door had a sign saying, "These men have jobs and love kids." The women read the sign and said, "Well, that's better than not having a job or not loving kids, but I wonder what's further up?" So up they went. Second floor The sign read, "These men have high paying jobs, love kids, and are extremely good looking." "Hmmm," said the ladies, "But, I wonder what's further up?"
Third floor
This sign read, "These men have high paying jobs, are extremely good
looking, love kids and help with the housework." "Wow," said the women, "Very tempting." But there was another floor, so further up they went.
Fourth floor
This door had a sign saying "These men have high paying jobs, love kids, are extremely good looking, help with the housework and have a strong romantic streak." "Oh, mercy me," they cried, "Just think what must be awaiting us further on!
So up to the fifth floor they went.
Fifth floor
The sign on that door said, "This floor is empty and exists only to prove that women are f**king impossible to please. The exit is to your left, we hope you fall down the stairs."
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DRIVING HOME FROM WORK, A BLONDE GOT CAUGHT IN A REALLY BAD HAILSTORM.
HER CAR WAS COVERED WITH SMALL DENTS, SO THE NEXT DAY SHE TOOK IT TO HER INSURANCE ADJUSTER, WHO SAW THAT SHE WAS BLONDE, AND DECIDED TO HAVE SOME FUN.
HE TOLD HER JUST TO GO HOME AND BLOW INTO THE TAILPIPE REALLY HARD, AND ALL THE DENTS WOULD POP OUT.
SO, THE BLONDE WENT HOME, GOT DOWN ON HER HANDS AND KNEES AND STARTED BLOWING INTO HER CAR'S TAILPIPE. NOTHING HAPPENED. SHE BLEW HARDER, AND STILL NOTHING HAPPENED. HER ROOMMATE, ANOTHER BLONDE, CAME HOME FROM WORK AND SAID, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" THE FIRST BLONDE TOLD HER THAT THE ADJUSTER HAD INSTRUCTED HER TO BLOW INTO THE TAILPIPE IN ORDER TO GET ALL THE DENTS TO POP OUT.
HER ROOMMATE ROLLED HER EYES AND SAID,
"HELLLLOOOOOO . . . . YOU GOTTA ROLL UP THE WINDOWS FOR IT TO WORK !!!
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