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Q: How many Vikings does it take to win a Superbowl? A young man was very excited because he just won a ticket to the Super
Bowl. His excitement lessened as he realized his seat was in the back of
the stadium. As he searched the rows ahead of him for a better seat, he
found an empty one right next to the field. "No," the man said, "They're all at the funeral." |
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A nun is sitting with her Mother Superior chatting. "Well, I was golfing and hit an incredible drive
that looked like it was going to go over 280 yards, but it struck a phone
line that was hanging over the fairway and fell straight down to the
ground after going only about 100 yards." "No, Mother," says the nun. "After that,
a squirrel ran out of the bushesand grabbed my ball in its mouth and
began to run away." "Well, no." says the nun. "You see,
as the squirrel was running, an eagle came down out of the sky, grabbed
the squirrel in his talons and began to fly away!" "No, not yet. As the eagle carried the squirrel
away in its claws, it flew near the green and the squirrel dropped my
ball." "No, because the ball fell on a big rock, bounced over the sand trap, rolled onto the green, and stopped about six inches from the hole." The two nuns were silent for a moment. "You missed the f$#&ing putt, didn't you? |
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One Saturday morning, I got up early, put on my thermal underwear and dressed very quietly. I made my lunch, grabbed my golf clubs from the spare room, went to the garage, put my golf clubs in the boot, and drove out the driveway. Driving out of the garage, rain was pouring down like a torrential storm. There was hail mixed with rain and the wind was blowing at 70 kmh. Minutes later, I returned to the garage, went back into the house and turned on the TV onto the weather channel. I discovered that its going to be bad weather all day long. I took the clubs out of the boot, returned them to the spare room and quietly undressed and slipped back into bed. There I cuddled up behind my wife's back, now with a different type of activity on my mind, and whispered, "The weather out there is terrible". To which she sleepily replied, :I know ... can you believe my stupid husband is out golfing in this crap weather?". |