Funny!

The late Fred finds himself at the entrance to hell and is offered a tour so that he might select the most appropriate form of hell in which he will spend eternity. As he peers in each of the rooms he passes he sees the other condemned souls being tortured in their personal form of hell, some with fire, some with the lash and others in all manner of terrible and gruesome situations. Finally he peers into a room and sees a guy just like him having his way with a gorgeous woman. Fred is both relieved and elated and declares unequivocally that this is what he wants. “So be it” says the guide. You are forever condemned to that particular torture. Fred is thrilled, giddy and a little horny. “I’m ready to be tortured like him,” he enthusiastically says. “Him? Responds the guide. That was her hell.”
 
A man was sitting peacefully, reading his newspaper, when his wife suddenly walked up behind him and smacked him on the head with a magazine.

**"What was that for?!"** he asked, rubbing his head.

**"I found a piece of paper in your pants pocket with the name ‘Laura Lou’ on it!"** she snapped.

**"Oh, that? Honey, that was the name of a horse I bet on at the races two weeks ago!"** he explained.

She paused, then sighed. **"Oh… I’m sorry. I should have known there was a logical explanation."**

All was forgiven—until three days later.

While he was watching a ballgame, she walked up and knocked him out cold with a cast iron skillet.

When he finally came to, he groaned, **"What the hell was that for?!"**

She crossed her arms and said, **"Your horse just called."**
 
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