Daily Joke: Jokes Library

A police car pulled up in front of grandma Bessie’s house, and grandpa got out.

The polite policeman explained that the elderly gentleman said that he was lost in the park and couldn’t find his way home.

“Morris,” said grandma,

“you’ve been going to that park for over 30 years, how come you get lost today?”

Leaning close to grandma, so that the policeman couldn’t hear, grandpa whispered,

“I wasn’t lost. I was just too tired to walk home.”

A young man climbs a mountain to a ledge, where there sits an old man with a sword in his lap.

The young man says, “I seek the greatest swordsman in the world.”

Without a word, the old man draws his sword and flicks it in the air at a passing fly.

The fly falls to the ground in two pieces.

The young man says, “Surely you are the greatest swordsman in the world.”

The old man says, “No. Further up the mountain is a swordsman greater than I.”

So the young man climbs up the mountain to another ledge where there sits an even older man with a sword in his lap.

The young man says,

“I seek the greatest swordsman in the world.”

Without a word, the old man draws his sword and flicks it in the air at a passing fly.

The fly falls to the ground in three pieces.

The young man says, “Surely you are the greatest swordsman in the world.”

The old man says, “No. At the top of this mountain is the greatest swordsman.”

So the young man climbs up to the top of the mountain, where there sits an even older man with a sword in his lap.

The young man says, “I seek the greatest swordsman in the world.”

Without a word, the old man draws his sword and flicks it in the air at a passing fly.

The fly buzzes away.

“What’s going on,” the young man yells.

“I thought you were supposed to be the greatest swordsman in the world. You couldn’t even kill that fly.”

“No,” the old man says.

“That fly is not dead. But that fly will never again father children.”

An old man applies for a job as a woodcutter,

but the boss doesn’t think he’s fit enough.

He tells the boss he is able to cut down any tree in a single swing.

To prove this, he goes outside, hits a five-foot tree with his ax, and it falls over.

The boss is impressed.

The old man then repeats this with a ten-foot tree.

Then a thirty-foot tree. Finally, he takes his ax up to an 80-foot redwood, swings, and the giant tree comes tumbling down.

The boss is amazed and asks the man how he learned to do that.

The man says “I practiced in the Sahara forest.”

“Don’t you mean the Sahara desert?” The boss asks.

“Well yes,” says the old man, “that’s what they call it now.”

Dan married one of a pair of identical twins.

Less then a year later he was in court filing for divorce.

“Tell the court why you want a divorce,” the judge said.

“Well, Your Honor,” Dan started,

“every once in a while my sister-in-law would come over for a visit, and because she and my wife are identical twins, sometimes I’d end up

love to her by mistake.”

“Surely there must be some difference between the two women,” the judge said.

“Exactly, Your Honor. That’s why I want the divorce.”

Three handsome male dogs are walking down the street when they see a beautiful, enticing, female Poodle.

The three male dogs fall all over themselves in an effort to be the one to reach her first, but end up arriving in front of her at the same time.

The males are speechless before her beauty, slobbering on themselves and hoping for just a glance from her in return.

Aware of her charms and her obvious effect on the three suitors, she decides to be kind and tells them,

“The first one who can use the words “liver” and “cheese” together in an imaginative, intelligent sentence can go out with me.”

The sturdy, muscular black Lab speaks up quickly and says

“I love liver and cheese.”

“Oh, how childish,” said the Poodle, “That shows no imagination or intelligence whatsoever.”

She turned to the tall, shiny Golden Retriever and said

“How well can you do?”

“Ummmm…I HATE liver and cheese,” blurts the Golden Retriever.

“My, my,” said the Poodle,

“I guess it’s hopeless. That’s just as dumb as the Lab’s sentence.”

She then turns to the last of the three dogs and says,

“How about you, little guy?”

The last of the three, tiny in stature but big in fame and finesse, is the chihuahua.

He gives her a smile, a sly wink, turns to the Golden Retriever and the Lab and says,

“Liver alone, cheese mine.”