A man invites his friend back home for dinner. The wife pulls him into the bedroom and hisses at him, “I haven’t fixed my hair, done my make-up, I haven’t even done any housework much less cook any dinner! Why the fuck did you invite him around for?”
“Because he’s thinking about getting married.”
A newspaper editor received this note from a reader:
“My wife was about to file for a divorce when she read the article in your paper about the importance of giving second chances in making a marriage work. So she changed her mind about the divorce. Effective today, cancel my subscription to your paper.”
I know we’ve had it before but it’s still quite fun.
The following is a telephone exchange between a hotel guest and room-service at a fine hotel in Mexico City.
Room Service (RS): Morny. Ruin sorbees.
Guest (G): Sorry, I thought I dialed room-service.
RS: Rye..Ruin sorbees. Morny! Djewish to odor sunteen??
G: Uh, yes… I’d like some bacon and eggs.
RS: Ow July den?
G: What?
RS: Ow July den? Pry, boy, pooch?
G: Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry, scrambled please.
RS: Ow July dee bayhcem–crease?
G: Crisp will be fine.
RS: Hokay. An san tos?
G: What?
RS: San tos. July San tos?
G: I don’t think so
RS: No? Judo one san toes?
G: I feel really bad about this, but I don’t know what “judo one san toes means.”
RS: Toes! toes! Why djew don juan toes? Ow bow singlish mopping we bother?
G: English muffin! I’ve got it! You were saying “Toast.” Fine. Yes, an English muffin will be fine.
RS: We bother?
G: No, just put the bother on the side.
RS: Wad?
G: I mean butter–just put it on the side.
RS: Copy?
G: Sorry?
RS: Copy, tea, mill?
G: Yes. Coffee please, and that’s all.
RS: One Minnie. Ass ruin torino fee, strangle ache, crease baychem, tossy singlish mopping we bother honey sigh, and copy–rye?
G: Whatever you say.
RS: Tendjewberrymud.
G: You’re welcome.