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A frog goes into a bank and approaches the teller. He can see from her nameplate that her name is Patricia Whack. “Miss Whack, I’d like to get a $30,000 loan to take a holiday.”

Patty looks at the frog in disbelief and asks his name. The frog says his name is Kermit Jagger, his dad is Mick Jagger, and that it’s okay, he knows the bank manager. Patty explains that he will need to secure the loan with some collateral.

The frog says: “Sure. I have this,” and produces a tiny porcelain elephant, about an inch tall, bright pink and perfectly formed.

Very confused, Patty explains that she’ll have to consult with the bank manager and disappears into a back office. She finds the manager and says: “There’s a frog called Kermit Jagger out there who claims to know you and wants to borrow $30,000, and he wants to use this as collateral.” She holds up the tiny pink elephant. “I mean, what in the world is this?”

The bank manager looks back at her and says:

“It’s a knick-knack, Patty Whack. Give the frog a loan. His old man’s a Rolling Stone.”

Three friends, a Rabbi, a Hindu holy man and a lawyer, had car trouble in the countryside and asked to spend the night with a farmer.

The farmer said, “There might be a problem; you see, I only have room for two to sleep, so one of you must sleep in the barn.” “No problem,” chimed the Rabbi, “My people wandered in the desert for forty years, I am humble enough to sleep in the barn for an evening in their memory.” With that he departed to the barn and the others bedded down for the night.

Moments later a knock was heard at the door; the farmer opened the door. There stood the Rabbi from the barn. “What’s wrong?” asked the farmer.  He replied, “I am grateful to you, good sir, but I can’t sleep in the barn. There is a pig in the barn and my faith believes that is an unclean animal.”

His Hindu friend agreed to swap places with him. But a few minutes later the same scene reoccurred. There was a knock on the door.  “What’s wrong, now?” the farmer asked.  The Hindu holy man replied, “I too am grateful for your helping us out but there is a cow in the barn and in my country cows are considered sacred. I can’t sleep on holy ground!”

Well, that left only the lawyer to make the change. He grumbled and complained, but went out to the barn.

Moments later there was another knock on the farmers door.

Frustrated and tired, the farmer opened the door, and there stood…

The pig and the cow.

A man wanted to become a monk so he went to the monastery and talked to the abbot (the head monk). The abbot said, “You must take a vow of silence and can only say two words every three years.” The man agreed.

After the first three years, the abbot came to him and said, “What are your two words?”

“Food cold!” the man replied. The abbot made sure the meals are not cold.

Three more years went by and the abbot came to him and said, “What are your two words?”

“Robe dirty!” the man exclaimed. The abbot ordered his robe be washed.

Three more years went by and the abbot came to him and said, “What are your two words?”

– “Bed hard!”. The abbot made sure the mattress got re-stuffed.

Three more years went by and the abbot came to him and said, “What are your two words?”

– “I quit!” said the man.

“Well,” the abbot replied, “I’m not surprised – you’ve done nothing but complain since you got here!”

A story I’ll tell of a burglar bold

Who started to rob a house;

He opened the window, and then crept in

As quiet as a mouse.

He looked around for a place to hide,

‘Till the folks were all asleep,

Then said he, “With their money

I’ll take a quiet sneak.”

So under the bed the burglar crept;

He crept up close to the wall;

He didn’t know it was an old maid’s room

Or he wouldn’t have had the gall.

He thought of the money that he would steal,

As under the bed he lay;

But at nine o’clock he saw a sight

That made his hair turn gray.

At nine o’clock the old maid came in;

“I am so tired,” she said;

She thought that all was well that night

So she didn’t look under the bed.

She took out her teeth and her big glass eye,

And the hair from off her head;

The burglar, he had forty fits

As he watched fro m under the bed.

From under the bed the burglar crept,

He was a total wreck;

The old maid wasn’t asleep at all

And she grabbed him by the neck.

She didn’t holler, or shout or call,

She was as cool as a clam;

She only said, “The Saints be praised,

At last I’ve got a man!”

From under the pillow a gun she drew,

And to the burglar she said,

“Young man, if you don’t marry me,

I’ll blow off the top of your head!”

She held him firmly by the neck,

He hadn’t a chance to scoot;

He looked at the teeth and the big glass eye,

And said, “Madam, for Pete’s sake, shoot!”

A missionary who had spent years showing a tribe of natives how to farm and build things to be self-sufficient gets word that he is to return home.

He realizes that the one thing he never taught the natives was how to speak English, so he takes the chief and starts walking in the forest. He points to a tree and says to the chief, “This is a tree.” The chief looks at the tree and grunts, “Tree.”

The missionary is pleased with the response.

They walk a little farther and the padre points to a rock and says, “This is a rock.” Hearing this, the chief looks and grunts, “Rock.” The padre is really getting enthusiastic about the results when he hears a rustling in the bushes.

As he peeks over the top, he sees a couple in the midst of heavy sexual activity. The padre is really flustered and quickly responds, “Riding a bike.”

The chief looks at the couple briefly, pulls out his blow gun and kills them.

The padre goes ballistic and yells at the chief that he has spent years teaching the tribe how to be civilized and kind to each other, so how could he just kill these people in cold blood that way?

“My bike.”