e-Nagar

When the body was first made, all the parts wanted to be Boss.

The brain said, “I should be boss because I control the whole body’s responses and functions.”

The feet said, “We should be Boss as we carry the brain about and get him to where he wants to go.”

The hands said, “We should be the boss because we do all the work and earn all the money.”

And so it went on and on with the heart, the lungs, and the eyes until finally the asshole spoke up. All the parts laughed at the idea of the asshole being the Boss. So the asshole went on strike, blocked itself up and refused to work.

Within a short time the eyes became crossed, the hands clenched, the feet twitched, the heart and lungs began to panic and the brain fevered. Eventually they all decided that the asshole should be the boss, so the motion was passed. All the other parts did all the work while the boss just sat and passed out the shit!

Moral of the story: You don’t need brains to be a boss – any asshole will do.

Little Margaret was not the best student in Sunday School. Usually she slept through the class.

One day her teacher, a Nun, called on her while she was napping, “Tell me, Margaret, who created the universe?”

When Margaret didn’t stir, little Johnny, an altruistic boy seated in the chair behind her, took a pin and jabbed her in the rear.

“God Almighty!” shouted Margaret and the Nun said “Very good” and Margaret fell back asleep.

A while later the Nun asked Margaret, “Who is our Lord and Savior?” But, Margaret didn’t even stir from her slumber.

0nce again, little Johnny came to the rescue and stuck her again.

“Jesus Christ!” shouted Margaret and the Nun said “Very Good” and Margaret fell back asleep.

Then the Nun asked Margaret a third question.

“What did Eve say to Adam after she had her twenty-third child?”

Again Johnny came to the rescue.

This time Margaret jumped up and shouted, “If you stick that damn thing in me one more time, I’ll break it in half!”

The Nun fainted.

The doctor had just completed his examination of the
gorgeous redhaired beauty.
“I would suggest to you, young lady,” began the medic,
as he regained som of his professional dignity,
“that you discontinue some of your running around.
Stop drinking so much, cut down on your smoking, and
above all you will have to start eating properly and
getting to bed early.”
Then, as a pleasant afterthought, he added: “Why not
have dinner with me tonight? I’ll see to it that you
have the proper food and that you’ll be in bed by 9:00!”

A beautiful young woman gets out of the shower, wraps a towel around her and tells her husband that he can get in the shower. As he enters the shower, the doorbell rings.

The wife says she’ll get the door and goes downstairs.

When she opens the door, she sees her neighbour, Bill, whose mouth opens wide at the sight of her shimmering form.

He pulls out two one hundred dollar bills and tells her that they are hers if she will just let the towel fall to her waist.

She thinks why not and drops the towel down and takes the money.

Bill gasps at the sight and shows her two more hundreds and offers them if she will just let the towel go altogether.

She thinks she has come this far so what the heck and drops the towel to the ground.

Bill looks for a minute, thanks her and leaves.

When she got back upstairs, her husband had completed his shower and asks her who was at the door. She says just Bill.

The husband replies, “Did he say anything about the $400 he owes me?”

John said to Mary, “I’ll bet you ten cents I can kiss you on the lips without touching them.”

“You’re crazy,” said Mary. “That’s impossible. Here’s a dime that says you can’t.”

The two dimes were placed on the mantelpiece and John then enfolded Mary and for ten minutes kissed her passionately, intimately, and moistly.

She broke away at last, panting and disheveled, and said, “You did nothing BUT touch my lips.”

John pushed the dimes toward her and said, “So I lose.”

A general noticed one of his soldiers behaving oddly. The soldier would pick up any piece of paper he found, frown and say: “That’s not it” and put it down again. This went on for some time, until the general arranged to have the soldier psychologically tested. The psychologist concluded that the soldier was deranged, and wrote out his discharge from the army.
The soldier picked it up, smiled and said: “That’s it.”