Friday, March 21, 2014

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Day 205 - Not Flying So High

Two hunters hired a pilot to fly them to Canada to hunt moose.  They bagged four.
As they started loading the plane for the return trip home, the pilot told them the plane can take only two moose.


The two hunters objected strongly, stating, "Last year we shot four moose, and the pilot let us put them all on board, and he had the same plane as yours."

Reluctantly, the pilot gave in and all four were loaded.

Unfortunately, even at full power, the little plane couldn't handle the load and crashed a few minutes after takeoff.

Climbing out of the wreck, one hunter asked the other, "Any idea where we are?"

He replied, "I think we're pretty close to where we crashed last year."
 
 

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Day 204 - He Needs Glasses

Three vampire bats live in a cave surrounded by three castles. One night, the bats bet on who can drink the most blood.

The first bat comes home with blood dripping off his fangs. He says, "See that castle over there? I drank the blood of three people."

The second bat returns with blood around his mouth. He says, "See that castle over there? I drank the blood of five people."

The third bat comes back covered in blood. He says, "See that castle over there?" The other bats nod. "Well," says the third bat, "I didn't."



Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Day 203 - Doctor Who?

What do you get when you cross a dalek with a mathematician?

A hate-filled  robot who rolls around yelling “Extrapolate!”
 
 

Monday, March 17, 2014

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Day 201 - The Duck Has Ceased To Be

A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon. As she laid her pet on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird's chest.

 After a moment or two, the vet shook his head and sadly said, "I'm sorry, your duck, Cuddles, has passed away."

The distressed woman wailed, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am sure. Your duck is dead," replied the vet..

"How can you be so sure?" she protested. "I mean you haven't done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or something."

 The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room. He returned a few minutes later with a black Labrador Retriever. As the duck's owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom. He then looked up at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head. The vet patted the dog on the head and took it out Of the room.

 A few minutes later he returned with a cat. The cat jumped on the table and also delicately sniffed the bird from head to foot. The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room.

 The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry, But as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, A dead duck."

The vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which he handed to the woman.  The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill.

"$150!" She cried, "$150 just to tell me my duck is dead!"

 The vet shrugged, "I'm sorry. If you had just taken my word for it, the bill would have been $20, but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it's now $150."
 
 

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Day 200 - No Title is Strong Enough

Best friends graduated from medical school at the same time and decided that, in spite of two different specialties, they would open a practice together to share office space and personnel.
Dr. Smith was the psychiatrist and Dr. Jones was the proctologist.  They put up a sign reading:
"Dr. Smith and Dr. Jones: Hysterias and Posteriors". The town council was livid and insisted they change it.  So, the docs changed it to read:
"Schizoids and Hemorrhoids".  This was also not acceptable, so they again changed the sign.
"Catatonics and High Colonics" - No go.
Next, they tried: "Manic Depressives and Anal Retentives" - thumbs down again.
Then came "Minds and Behinds" - still no good.
Another attempt resulted in "Lost Souls and Butt Holes" – unacceptable again!
So they tried "Analysis and Anal Cysts" - not a chance.
"Nuts and Butts" - no way.
"Freaks and Cheeks" - still no good.
"Loons and Moons" - forget it.
Almost at their wit's end, the docs finally came up with:
"Dr. Smith and Dr. Jones - Specializing in Odds and Ends".
Everyone loved it.