What Is Politics?
Son: Dad, I have a special report for school. Can I ask you a question?
Dad: Sure son, what’s the question?
Son: What is politics?
Dad: Well son, let’s take our home for example. I am the wage earner, so let’s call me the management. Your mother is the administrator of the money, so let’s call her the government. We take care of you and your needs, so let’s call you the people. We’ll call the maid the working class and your baby brother the future. Understand?
Son: I’m not really sure dad, I’ll have to think about it.
That night, the boy is awakened by his baby brother’s crying, so he went to see what was wrong. Discovering that the baby had a heavily soiled nappy, the boy went to his parent’s room and found his mother fast asleep. He than went to the maid’s room, where, peeking through the keyhole, he saw his father in bed with the maid. The boy’s knocking went totally unheard. The boy went back to his room and went to sleep.
The next morning…
Son: Dad, I think I understand politics.
Dad: That’s great son, explain it to me in your own words.
Son: While the management is screwing the working class, the government is fast asleep, the people are being completely ignored and the future is full of shit
While She Played Golf
A couple of women were playing golf one sunny Saturday morning. The first of the twosome Teed Off and watched in horror as her ball headed directly toward a foursome of men playing the next hole. Indeed, the ball hit one of the men, and he immediately clasped his hands together at his crotch, fell to the ground and proceeded to roll around in evident agony.
The woman rushed down to the man and immediately began to apologize. She then explained that she was a physical therapist:
“Please allow me to help. I’m a physical therapist and I know I could relieve your pain if you’d just allow me!” she told him earnestly.
“Ummph, oooh, nnoo, I’ll be all right…. I’ll be fine in a few minutes,” he replied breathlessly as he remained in a fetal position still clasping his hands together at his crotch.
But she persisted: and he finally allowed her to help. She gently took his hands away and laid them to the side, loosened his pants and put her hands inside, beginning to massage him.
“How does that feel?” she asked.
“It feels great.” He replied. “But my thumb still hurts like hell!”.
What’s Up With This Public Restroom
I really have no idea where on earth do such restrooms exists. It looks totally unhygienic. Nevermind, this is a funny pic so laugh out loud.
I was really laughing hard on this one till i had a thought and the grin suddnly disappeared. I though “I hope they do not sell those bottles later on as mineral water”. Arggh! That thought must have hurt your laughter. Sorry for putting up bad image in your mind!




