Satan walks into a lawyer’s office

Just heard this (while listening to Peter Kreeft’s analysis of the philosophy of Star Wars, incidentally) and had to share this lawyer joke for posterity (no offense, friends of the legal persuasion!):

Satan walks into a lawyer’s office and the lawyer asks, “What can I do for you?” Satan replies, “It’s what I can do for you,” and slaps a contract down on the desk. “I can make you richer than Bill Gates, and more powerful than the president of the United States. All you have to do is sell to me your soul, and your wife’s soul, and the souls of your children and grandchildren to the 30th generation.”  The lawyer flips through the contract carefully and finally looks up at Satan skeptically. “Okay,” he says, “What’s the catch?”

A teenager with a crush

A teenager with a crush on a girl all throughout high school finally decides to ask her to the prom, to which she agreed.

Two weeks before the prom he went to rent a tuxedo. When he got to the Tuxedo store there were already people waiting on the tuxedo line, but he waited anyways.

A week before the prom he went to rent a limousine but when he got to the limo office there were people waiting on the limo line, but he waited anyways.

On the day of the prom he went to buy a corsage. When he got to the florist there were people waiting on the the corsage line, but he waited anyways.

During the prom everything was going well, they were dancing and having a good time. The girl whispers into his ear to ask if he can get her some fruit punch.

The teenager looks over at the table and there was no punchline.

A goat and a hole

One time, two children were walking in a forest when they came across a hole in the ground. The hole was very large and deep, and all they saw was blackness below. “Look how deep this is!” said one of the children, “I bet this hole has no bottom. I bet it goes all the way through to China!”

“That’s nonsense!” said the other.

So the first boy took a rock and threw it down the hole. It didn’t make a sound.

“You see!” the first boy said. “No bottom!” But the second boy still didn’t believe him. So he picked up a very big rock and thew it down the hole. “Still no sound!” said the first boy triumphantly.

“I still don’t believe it,” said the second boy. “It’s got to have a bottom.” So the first boy looked around and saw an old railroad tie lying on the ground. “Here,” he said, “give me a hand with this.”

The two boys dragged the heavy piece of metal over to the hole and dumped it in. Still no sound.

“See, I told you so!” said the first boy.

Just then, a goat came running past them, faster than they had ever seen a goat run. It went sprinting right up to the hole and then jumped in, falling down into the darkness.

“Did you see that!” exclaimed the children, “That goat just committed suicide in that hole!”

Just then, a farmer came up along a nearby path in a rusty farm truck.

“Hey, Mister, have you ever seen this hole?” they called to him. He got out of the car and came over. “No, I’ve never seen this hole in my life,” he said.

“Well, we just saw a goat run up and commit suicide by jumping into this hole.” said the boys. “Would that happen to be your goat?”

The farmer replied, “No, that couldn’t have been mine. My goat is tied to a railroad tie.”

Be careful what you’re attached to.

A bit of linguistic humor

The European Commission has just announced an agreement whereby English will be the official language of the European Union rather than German, which was the other possibility.

As part of the negotiations, the British Government conceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a 5-year phase-in plan that would become known as “Euro-English”.

In the first year, “s” will replace the soft “c”. Sertainly, this will make the sivil servants jump with joy. The hard “c” will be dropped in favour of “k”. This should klear up konfusion, and keyboards kan have one less letter.

There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year when the troublesome “ph” will be replaced with “f”. This will make words like fotograf 20% shorter.

In the 3rd year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible.

Governments will enkourage the removal of double letters which have always ben a deterent to akurate speling.

Also, al wil agre that the horibl mes of the silent “e” in the languag is disgrasful and it should go away.

By the 4th yer people wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing “th” with “z” and “w” with “v”.

During ze fifz yer, ze unesesary “o” kan be dropd from vords kontaining “ou” and after ziz fifz yer, ve vil hav a reil sensi bl riten styl.

Zer vil be no mor trubl or difikultis and evrivun vil find it ezi TU understand ech oza. Ze drem of a united urop vil finali kum tru.

Und efter ze fifz yer, ve vil al be speking German like zey vunted in ze forst plas.

If zis mad you smil, plis pas on to oza pepl.

Some excellent punnishment

What’s the definition of a will? (It’s a dead giveaway).
Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.
A backwards poet writes inverse.
In democracy it’s your vote that counts. In feudalism it’s your count that votes.
She had a boyfriend with a wooden leg, but she broke it off.
With her marriage she got a new name and a dress.
Show me a piano falling down a mineshaft and I’ll show you A-flat minor.
When a clock is hungry it goes back four seconds.
The man who fell into an upholstery machine is fully recovered.
A grenade thrown into a kitchen in France would result in Linoleum Blownapart.
You feel stuck with your debt if you can’t budge it.
He often broke into song because he couldn’t find the key.
Every calendar’s days are numbered.
A lot of money is tainted. It taint yours and it taint mine.
A boiled egg in the morning is hard to beat.
A plateau is a high form of flattery.
The short fortune-teller who escaped from prison was a small medium at large.
Those who get too big for their britches will be exposed in the end.
When an actress saw her first strands of gray hair she thought she’d dye.
Bakers trade bread recipes on a knead to know basis.
Santa’s helpers are subordinate clauses.
Marathon runners with bad footwear suffer the agony of defeat.

I selected these from “Know Pun Intended” by jardMail. Much thanks to Kristen for bringing these to my attention.

Marriage in heaven

An engaged couple was on their way to get married when they were hit by a semi and died. At the pearly gates they asked Peter, “Hey, we were about to get married. Can we still get married here in heaven?”

Peter said, “I’ll be right back.”

The couple waited there at the gates. They kept waiting there for three months and Peter hadn’t returned. They got to talking, “You know, if we get married in there, it’s for eternity. That’s a huge commitment. I’m not sure if we want to do this.”

Finally after three months Peter came back, his hair dishevelled and his clothes dirty. “Hey St. Peter,” said the couple, “We’re just wondering, if we get married here in heaven, is it a possibility to get a divorce?”

Peter looked at them in disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said, “It took me three months to find a priest. Do you know how long it will take me to find a lawyer?”

My rules

My Rules” (a poem by Shel Silverstein):

“If you want to marry me, here’s what you’ll have to do:
You must learn how to make a perfect chicken- dumpling stew.
And you must sew my holey socks,
And soothe my troubled mind,
And develop a knack for scratching my back,
And keep my shoes spotlessly shined.
And while I rest you must rake up the leaves,
And when it is hailing and snowing
You must shovel the walk…and be still when I talk,
And – hey – where are you going?”