Slay.me

Yesterday I had a flat tire on the interstate.  So I eased my car over to the shoulder of the road, carefully got out of the car and opened the trunk.

I took out 2 cardboard men, unfolded them and stood them at the rear of my car facing oncoming traffic. They look so lifelike you wouldn’t believe!

They are in trench coats, exposing their nude bodies and private parts to the approaching drivers.

I started to change my tire, and to my surprise, cars started slowing down looking at my lifelike men.  And of course, traffic started backing up.  Everybody was tooting their horns and waving like crazy. It wasn’t long before a state trooper pulled up behind me.

He got out of his car and started walking towards me.  I could tell he was not a happy camper!

“What’s going on here?”

“My car has a flat tire,” I said calmly.

“Well, what are those obscene cardboard men doing here by the road?”

I couldn’t believe that he didn’t know.  So I told him, “Hello-o-o-o-o-o, those are my emergency flashers!”

An  18 year old Jewish girl tells her mother that she has missed her period for 2 months.

Very worried, the mother goes to the drugstore and buys a pregnancy test kit.   The  test result shows that the girl is pregnant.

Shouting  and crying, the mother says, “Who was the pig that did  this to you?  I want to know!”  Without  answering, the girl picks up the phone and makes a call.  Half an hour later a Mercedes stops in front of their house. A mature and distinguished man with gray hair and wearing a yarmulke steps out of the car and enters the house.

He enters the living room with the father, mother, and the  girl and tells them, “Good  morning. Your  daughter has informed me of the problem. I can’t marry her because of my personal family situation, but
I’ll take charge. I will pay all costs  and provide for your daughter for the rest  of her life.

Additionally, if a girl is born, I  will bequeath two retail furniture stores, a deli, a condo in Miami, and a $1,000,000 bank account.  If  a boy is born, my legacy will be a chain of jewelry stores and a
$25,000,000 bank account.

However, if  there is a miscarriage, I’m not sure what to do. What do you suggest?”

The  mother, who had remained silent until now, places a hand  firmly on the man’s shoulder and tells him….

“So, you’ll try again!”

Desperate for work, Paul decides to accept a job offer mining deep in Alaska. After a long journey he arrives at the mining camp, 200 miles from civilization. The camp is small, with only a handful of miners. He promptly meets up with the manager, and asks what his duties are.

“Firstly, you work six days of the week, every day except Saturday. Your primary duty is to help clear out the rubble, and dump it into the rock quarry down the road. The work isn’t easy, but you will get used to it. Also, you are on KP duty on Friday nights.”

Morning comes, and Paul goes to work. The work is hard, but he is strong enough that it isn’t a real problem.

However, by the time Thursday comes around, Paul is feeling kind of lonely. With the nearest women 200 miles away, he can’t imagine how the other miners endure from day to day. So, he approaches the manager.

“What do you want?” asks the manager.

“Well, the work itself is fine, and I have no complaints about it, but … well sir, I wonder what the other miners do for women around here?”

“Ah. Say no more. Let me show you something.”

The manager leads Paul into the mine, and turns down an unfamiliar passage. He continues on deeper into the mine into older and older tunnels until he finally stops at the end of a tunnel which must be well over a hundred years old. At the end is a barrel.

The manager says: “The other miners use this.”

“What?”

“Well, you see that knot hole? Try it out.”

Paul is decidedly skeptical about the idea, but he is desperate, so he gives it a shot. He absolutely can’t believe the results. He practically busts a nut–the best damned blow job he’s ever gotten.

Well, Friday comes around, and the work is getting him down, so he goes back to the barrel to try it again. Wow! This time the blow job is even better than last time. Truly unbelievable!

So, after a long day, and KP duty that night, Paul sleeps in on Saturday. He gets up at 11 and really feels great. He can’t think of much to do, so he heads off to visit the barrel. On his way to the mine, he bumps into the manager, who asks him:

“What are you doing here?”

“It’s my day off …”

“Day off? Hell no! It’s your turn in the barrel.”