Slay.me

A Spanish teacher was explaining to her class that in Spanish, unlike English, nouns are designated as either masculine or feminine.

‘House’ for instance, is feminine: ‘la casa.’
‘Pencil,’ however, is masculine:
‘el lapiz.’

A student asked, ‘What gender is ‘computer’?’

Instead of giving the answer, the teacher split the class into two groups, male and female, and asked them to decide for themselves whether ‘computer’ should be a masculine or a feminine noun. Each group was asked to give four reasons for its recommendation.

The men’s group decided that ‘computer’ should definitely be of the feminine gender (‘la computadora’), because:

1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic;

2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else;

3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for possible later retrieval; and

4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourselfspending half your paycheck on accessories for it.

The women’s group, however, concluded that computers should be masculine (‘el computador’), because:

1. In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on;

2. They have a lot of data but still can’t think for themselves;

3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time they ARE the problem; and

4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had waited a little longer, you could have gotten a better model.

The women won.

Mike works hard at nothing but spends two nights each week bowling, And plays golf every Saturday.

His wife thinks he’s pushing himself too hard, so for his birthday she Takes him to a local strip club.

The doorman at the club greets them and says,

“Hey, Mike! How ya doin?”

His wife is puzzled and asks if he’s been to this club before.

“Oh no,” says Mike. “He’s in my bowling league.”

When they are seated, a waitress asks Mike if he’d like his usual and Brings over a Budweiser.

His wife is becoming increasingly uncomfortable and says,
“How did she know that you drink Budweiser?”

“I recognize her, she’s the waitress from the golf club. I always have A Bud at the end of the 1st nine, honey.”

A stripper then comes over to their table, throws her arms around Mike, Starts to rub herself all over him and says, “Hi Mikie. Want your usual table dance, big boy?”

Mike’s wife, now furious, grabs her purse and storms out of the club.

Mike follows and spots her getting into a taxi.

Before she can slam the door, he jumps in beside her.

Mike tries desperately to explain how the stripper must have mistaken Him for someone else, but his wife is having none of it.

She is screaming at him at the top of her lungs, calling him every four letter word in the book.

The cabby turns around and says,

“Geez Mike, you picked up a real bitch This time.”

Mike’s funeral will be on Tuesday.

A Texan with a big cowboy hat asked a waiter to take a bottle of Merlot to an unusually attractive woman sitting alone at a table in a cozy little restaurant.

So the waiter took the Merlot to the woman and said, ‘This is from the gentleman who is seated over there’…. and indicated the sender with a nod of his head.

She stared at the wine coolly for a few seconds, not looking at the man, then decided to send a reply to him by a note. The waiter, who was lingering nearby for a response, took the note from her and conveyed it to the gentleman.

The note read: ‘For me to accept this bottle, you need to have a Mercedes in your garage, a million dollars in the bank and 7 inches in your pants’.

After reading the note, the Texan decided to compose one of his own in return. He folded the note, handed it to the waiter and instructed him to deliver it to the lady.

It read:
‘Just to let you know things aren’t always what they appear to be, I have a Ferrari Maranello, BMW Z8, Mercedes CL600, and a Porsche Turbo in my several garages;
I have beautiful homes in Aspen and Miami , and a 10,000 acre ranch in Texas. There is over twenty million dollars in my bank account and portfolio.
But, not even for a woman as beautiful as you, would I cut off three inches.  Just send the wine back..