So, this was his first time approaching a field during the nighttime.
Instead of making any official requests to the tower, he said: “Guess who?”
The controller switched the field lights off and replied: “Guess where?”
One day while he was outside plowing the field, she came out and started nagging him.
While she was doing this, the mule kicked her and she died.
At the funeral, the ladies came up and talked to the farmer.
The farmer nodded his head “yes”.
The men came up and talked to him and the farmer nodded his head “no”.
Well this other man wondered why he nodded his head “yes” to the ladies and “no” to the men.
Then, he went up to the farmer and asked him why.
The farmer replied,” Well, when the ladies came up, they told me how pretty my wife’s dress was and how pretty she looked.
When the men came up, they asked,’ That mule for sale?’
With a 5-lb potato bag in each hand, extend your arms straight out from your sides and hold them there as long as you can.
Try to reach a full minute, and then relax.
Each day you’ll find that you can hold this position for just a bit longer.
After a couple of weeks, move up to 10-lb potato bags.
Then try 50-lb potato bags and then eventually try to get to where you can lift a 100-lb potato bag in each hand and hold your arms straight for more than a full minute. (I’m at this level.)
After you feel confident at that level – put a potato in each bag.
“To kill my husband.”
“I can’t sell you arsenic to kill a person!”
The lady lays down a photo of a man and a woman in a compromising position.
The man is her husband and the woman is the pharmacist’s wife.
He takes the photo, and nods.
“I didn’t realize you had a prescription!”
It got crowded in heaven, so, for one day it was decided only to accept people who had really had a bad day on the day they died. St. Peter was standing at the pearly gates and said to the first man, “Tell me about the day you died.”
The man said, “Oh, it was awful. I was sure my wife was having an affair, so I came home early to catch her with him. I searched all over the apartment but couldn’t find him anywhere. So I went out onto the balcony, we live on the 25th floor, and found this man hanging over the edge by his fingertips. I went inside, got a hammer, and started hitting his hands. He fell, but landed in some bushes. So, I got the refrigerator and pushed it over the balcony and it crushed him. The strain of the act gave me a heart attack, and I died.”
St. Peter couldn’t deny that this was a pretty bad day, and since it was a crime of passion, he let the man in.
He then asked the next man in line about the day he died. “Well, sir, it was awful,” said the second man. “I was doing aerobics on the balcony of my 26th floor apartment when I twisted my ankle and slipped over the edge. I managed to grab the balcony of the apartment below, but some maniac came out and started pounding on my fingers with a hammer. Luckily I landed in some bushes. But, then the guy dropped a refrigerator on me!”
St. Peter chuckled, let him into heaven and decided he could really start to enjoy this job.
“Tell me about the day you died?”, he said to the third man in line.
“OK, picture this, I’m naked, hiding inside a refrigerator …”