The Gambler

During the Great Depression, there was a man who walked into a bar one day. He went up to the bartender and said, “Bartender, I'd like to buy the house a round of drinks.” 

The bartender said, “That's fine, but we're in the middle of the Depression, so I'll need to see some money first.” 

The guy pulled out a huge wad of bills and set them on the bar. The bartender can't believe what he's seeing. “Where did you get all that money?” asked the bartender.

“I'm a professional gambler,” replied the man.

The bartender said, “There's no such thing! I mean, your odds are fifty-fifty at best, right?” 

“Well, I only bet on sure things,” said the guy.

“Like what?” asked the bartender.

“Well, for example, I'll bet you fifty dollars that I can bite my right eye,” he said.

The bartender thought about it. “Okay,” he said.

So, the guy pulled out his false right eye and bit it. “Aw, you screwed me,” said the bartender, and paid the guy his $50.

“I'll give you another chance. I'll bet you another fifty dollars that I can bite my left eye,”  said the stranger.

The bartender thought again and said, “Well, I know you're not blind, I mean, I watched you walk in here. I'll take that bet.” So, the guy pulled out his false teeth and bit his left eye.

“Aw, you screwed me again!” protested the bartender.

“That's how I win so much money, bartender. I'll just take a bottle of your best scotch in lieu of the fifty dollars,” said the man.

With that, the guy went to the back room and spent the better part of the night playing cards with some of the locals. After many hours of drinking and card playing, he stumbled up to the bar. Drunk as a skunk, he said, “Bartender, I'll give you one last chance. I'll bet you five hundred dollars that I can stand on this bar on one foot and piss into that whiskey bottle on that shelf behind you without spilling a drop.” 

The bartender once again pondered the bet. The guy couldn't even stand up straight on two feet, much less one. “Okay, you're on,” he said.

The guy climbed up on the bar, stood on one leg, and began pissing all over the place. He hit the bar, the bartender, himself, but not a drop made it into the whiskey bottle.

The bartender was ecstatic. Laughing, the bartender said, “Hey pal, you owe me five hundred dollars!” 

The guy climbed down off the bar and said, “That's okay. I just bet each of the guys in the card room a thousand bucks each that I could piss all over you and the bar and still make you laugt!” 

How Many Women Have You Slept With?

When my  wife asked me, “How  many women have you slept  with?”  I  proudly replied, “Only  you, Darling, with all the others, I was  awake.”   Hospital  Visiting Hours are  10 AM to 8 PM

The Barking Dog

A blonde and her husband are lying in bed listening to the next door neighbor's dog. It has been in the backyard barking for hours and hours. The blonde jumps up out of bed and says, "I've had enough of this". She goes downstairs.

The blonde finally comes back up to bed and her husband says, "The dog is still barking, what have you been doing?"

The blonde says, "I put the dog in our backyard, let's see how THEY like it!"

Why Parents Have Gray Hair

A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to see the bed nicely made up and everything neat and tidy.

Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the pillow. It was addressed, "Dad". With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:

Dear Dad,

It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with you and Mom.

I've been finding real passion with Joan and she is so nice. I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercings, tattoos, her tight motorcycle clothes and because she is so much older than I am but it's not only the passion, Dad, she's pregnant.

Joan says that we are going to be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood, enough for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children.

Joan has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it and trading it with the other people in the commune for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want.

In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Joan can get better; she sure deserves it!

Don't worry Dad, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Someday, I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your grandchildren.

Your son, Chad

P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the report card that's in my desk drawer.

I love you. Call when it is safe for me to come home.