Friday, May 11, 2018

Funny Friday

This Sunday is Mothers Day and that sets the scene for today's Funny Friday. And to the mums . . . 

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Bought my Mum a mug which says, “Happy Mother’s Day from the World’s Worst Son”. 

I forgot to mail it but I think she knows. 
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A woman gets on a bus with her baby. The bus driver says, “That’s the ugliest baby that I’ve ever seen. Ugh!” The woman goes to the rear of the bus and sits down, fuming. She says to a man next to her, “The driver just insulted me!” The man says, “You go right up there and tell him off – go ahead, I’ll hold your monkey for you.” 
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A kid asks his dad, “What’s a man?” The dad says, “A man is someone who is responsible and cares for their family.” The kid says, “I hope one day I can be a man just like mum!” 
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Two children ordered their mother to stay in bed one Mother’s Day morning. As she lay there looking forward to breakfast in bed, the smell of bacon floated up from the kitchen. But after a good long wait she finally went downstairs to investigate. She found them both sitting at the table eating bacon and eggs. “As a surprise for Mother’s Day,” one explained, “We decided to cook our own breakfast.” 
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Fred is 32 years old and he is still single. 
One day a friend asked, “Why aren’t you married? Can’t you find a woman who will be a good wife?” 
Fred replied, “Actually, I’ve found many women I wanted to marry, but when I bring them home to meet my parents, my mother doesn’t like them.” 
His friend thinks for a moment and says, “I’ve got the perfect solution, just find a girl who’s just like your mother.” 
A few months later they meet again and his friend says, “Did you find the perfect girl? Did your mother like her?” 
With a frown on his face, Fred answers, “Yes, I found the perfect girl. She was just like my mother. You were right, my mother liked her very much.” 
The friend said, “Then what’s the problem?” 
Fred replied, “My father doesn’t like her.” 
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For weeks a six-year-old lad kept telling his first-grade teacher about the baby brother or sister that was expected at his house. 

One day the mother allowed the boy to feel the movements of the unborn child. The six-year old was obviously impressed, but made no comment. Furthermore, he stopped telling his teacher about the impending event. 

The teacher finally sat the boy on her lap and said, “Tommy, whatever has become of that baby brother or sister you were expecting at home?” 

Tommy burst into tears and confessed, “I think Mummy ate it!” 
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Three sons left home, went out on their own and prospered. Getting back together, they discussed the gifts they were able to give their elderly mother. 

The first said, "I built a big house for our mother." 

The second said," I sent her a Mercedes with a driver." 

The third smiled and said, "I've got you, both beat. You know how Mom enjoys the Bible, and you know she can't see very well. I sent her a brown parrot that can recite the entire Bible. It took 20 monks in a monastery 12 years to teach him. I had to pledge to contribute $100,000.00 a year for 10 years, but it was worth it. Mom just has to name the chapter and verse, and the parrot will recite it." 

Soon thereafter, Mom sent out her letters of thanks: "Milton," she wrote the first son, "The house you built is so huge. I live in only one room, but I have to clean the whole house." 

"Marvin," she wrote to another, "I am too old to travel. I stay home all the time, so I never use the Mercedes. And the driver is so rude!" 

"Dearest Melvin," she wrote to her third son, "You were the only son to have the good sense to know what your mother likes. That chicken was delicious.” 
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Corn Corner: 

Why is a computer so smart? 
It listens to its motherboard. 

Why is Daenarys Stormborn the patron saint of Mother’s Day? 
Because she’s the mother of all dragons. 

What three words solves Dad’s every problem? 
Ask your mother.


And a couple of non-Mothers Day humour, courtesy of Vince C:






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