The
seven dwarfs are in Rome and they go on a tour of the city.
After a while they go to the Vatican and Grumpy gets to
meet the Pope privately. Grumpy, for once, seems to have
a lot to say. He keeps asking the pontiff questions about
the church, and in particular, nuns.
"Your Holiness, do you have any really short nuns?"
"No, my son, all our sons are at least 5 feet tall."
"Are you sure? I mean, you wouldn't have any nuns that
are, say, about my height? Maybe a little shorter?"
"I'm afraid not. Why do you ask?"
"No reason." Pause.
"Positive? Nobody in a habit that's about 3 feet tall,
2 feet tall?"
"I'm sure."
"Okay."
Grumpy looks dejected at this news, and the Pope wonders
why. So he listened to the dwarfs as they leave the building.
"What'd he say? What'd he say?" chant the other
six.
Grumpy says: "He said they don't have any."
And the other six start chanting: "Grumpy fucked a
penguin! Grumpy fucked a penguin! Grumpy fucked a penguin!"
I married Miss Right. I just didn't know her first name was Always.
It's not true that married men live longer than single men. It
only seems longer.
Losing a wife can be hard. In my case, it was almost impossible.
A man was complaining to a friend: 'I had it all - money, a beautiful
house,a big car, the love of a beautiful woman; then, Pow! it was
all gone!' 'What happened?' asked the friend. 'My wife found out...'
Wife: Let's go out and have some fun tonight. Husband: Okay, but if you
get home before I do, leave the hallway light on.
How many men does it take to open a beer? None. It should be opened by
the time she brings it to the couch.