the Daily Funnies

A man has a really serious heart attack and wakes up days later to find himself in the care of nuns at a Catholic hospital.

As he was recovering, a nun came into his room and said “I’m sorry to bring this up, sir, but I have to ask you how you’re going to pay your bill.”

She asked if he had health insurance.

He replied, in a raspy voice, “No health insurance.”

The nun asked if he had money in the bank. He replied.

“No money in the bank.”

The nun asked, “Do you have a relative who could help you?”

He said, “I only have a spinster sister, who is a nun.”

The nun became agitated and announced indignatly, “Nuns are not spinsters! Nuns are married to God.”

The patient replied, “Good, then send the bill to my brother-in-law.”

During the service, the pastor asked if anyone in the congregation would like to express praise for prayers which had been answered.

A lady stood up and came forward. She said, ‘I have a reason to thank the Lord. Two months ago, my husband, Jim, had a terrible bicycle wreck and his scrotum was completely crushed. The pain was excruciating and the doctors didn’t know if they could help him.’

You could hear an audible gasp from the men in the congregation as they imagined the pain that poor Jim experienced.

She continued, ‘Jim was unable to hold me or the children and every move caused him terrible pain. We prayed as the doctors performed a delicate operation. They were able to piece together the crushed remnants of Jim’s scrotum and wrap wire around it to hold it in place.’ Again, the men in the Congregation squirmed uncomfortably as they imagined the horrible surgery performed on Jim.

She continued, ‘Now, Jim is out of the hospital and the doctors say, with time, his scrotum should recover completely.’

All the men sighed with relief.

The pastor rose and tentatively asked if any one else had anything to say. A man rose and walked slowly to the podium.

He said, “I’m Jim and I would like to tell my wife, the word is ‘sternum.’”

A man was driving down the road and broke down near a monastery. He went to the monastery and knocked on the door. An elderly monk answered the door, and he said, “My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?”

The monks graciously welcomed him into the monastery, fed him dinner, even fixed his car. As the man tried to fall asleep, he heard a strange sound.

The next morning, he asked the monks what the sound was, but they said, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.”

The man was disappointed, but thanked them and went on his way.

Some years later, the same man broke down in front of the same monastery. The monks welcomed him, fed him, even fixed his car. That night, he heard the same strange noise that he had heard years earlier.

The next morning, he asked what the noise was, but the monks replied, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.”

The man said, “All right, all right. I’m dying to know. How do I become a monk?”

The monks replied, “You must travel the Earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers, you will become a monk.”

The man set about his task. Forty-five years later, he returned and knocked on the door of the monastery. He said, “I have traveled the Earth and have found what you have asked for. There are 145,236,284, 232 blades of grass and 231,281,219, 999,129,382 sand pebbles on the Earth.”

The monks replied, “Congratulations. You are now a monk. We shall now show you the way to the sound.”

The monks led the man to a wooden door, where the head monk said, “The sound is right behind that door.”

The man reached for the knob, but the door was locked. He said, “Real funny. may I have the key?” The monks gave him the key, and he opened the door. Behind the wooden door was another door made of stone. The man demanded the key to the stone door. The monks gave him the key, and he opened it, only to find a door made of ruby. He demanded another key from the monks, who provided it. Behind that door was another door, this one made of sapphire. So it went until the man had gone through doors of emerald, silver, topaz, and amethyst.

Finally, the monks said, “This is the last key to the last door.”

The man was relieved to no end. He unlocked the door, turned the knob, and behind that door he was amazed to find the source of that strange sound.

But I can’t tell you what it was because you’re not a monk.

Irish scientist (no, not an oxymoron) walks in to a bar with a head under his right arm, after 15 years of research. It’s Ireland, so naturally, the head can talk. The following conversation ensues, between them (and tangentially, with the barman):

Sci: What’ll you have?

Head: Whatever you’re having, yerself

Sci: Right-o – two pints, barman

They drink the pints, scientist doing the honors for the head, and lo and behold, the head grows a torso with 2 arms. Scientist, understandably, is flabbergasted.

Sci: It took me 15 years just to get you started!

Head: You don’t say?

Sci: Will you have another?

Head: Grand man you are!

Two more pints arrive, and with equal astonishment all round, the head grows lower half of body, with two legs. Both scientist and head are left almost – almost! – speechless.

Sci: Will you have one for the road?

Head: Bob’s yer uncle!

The final two pints arrive, the scientist and head salute each other in Gaelic – Slainte! – and drink down the pints of plain. Without warning, the head explodes, splattering internals all over the bar. Everyone looks around in morbid astonishment.

Barman: Clearly, he should have quit while he was still a head.

While walking down the street one day a US senator is tragically hit by a truck and dies.

His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.

‘Welcome to heaven,’ says St. Peter. ‘Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we’re not sure what to do with you.’

‘No problem, just let me in,’ says the man.

‘Well, I’d like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we’ll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity.’

‘Really, I’ve made up my mind. I want to be in heaven,’ says the senator.

‘I’m sorry, but we have our rules.’

And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.

Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people.

They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and champagne.

Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to go.

Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises. The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where St Peter is waiting for him. ‘Now it’s time to visit heaven.’

So, 24 hours pass with the senator joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.

‘Well, then, you’ve spent a day in hell and anot her in heaven. Now choose your eternity.’

The senator reflects for a minute, then he answers: ‘Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell.’

So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.

Now the doors of the elevator open and he’s in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage.

He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in bla ck bags as more trash falls from above.

The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder. ‘I don’t understand,’ stammers the senator. ‘Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there’s just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?’

The devil looks at him, smiles and says, ‘Yesterday we were campaigning…… Today you voted.