FAIL Fun

An efficiency expert concluded his lecture with a note of caution. “You need to be careful about trying these techniques at home. ”

“Why?” asked somebody from the audience.

“I watched my wife’s routine at breakfast for years,” the expert explained. “She made lots of trips between the refrigerator, stove, table and cabinets, often carrying a single item at a time.

One day I told her, ‘Honey, why don’t you try carrying several things at once?’”

“Did it save time?” the guy in the audience asked.

“Actually, yes,” replied the expert. “It used to take her 30 minutes to make breakfast.
Now I do it in ten.”

Early Adolescence

Penis: HEY MAN, WHAT’S GOING ON?

Brain: Nothing, just calm down. I’m wearing sweatpants and we’re right in the middle of class.

Penis: BRO, LOOK AT ALL THESE CHICKS. LET’S HAVE SEX WITH THEM. ALL OF THEM.

Brain: We’re definitely not gonna do that.

Penis: YO THAT VOLCANO DIORAMA LOOKS LIKE A BOOB. WE SHOULD HAVE SEX WITH IT.

Brain: Please go back to sleep.

Penis: F*CK NO. I’M AMPED.

Brain: But I’ve gotta do a presentation. Everyone’s going to see you…

Penis: DON’T CARE.

Brain: Please, I’m begging you.

Penis: I WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH EVERYTHING IN THIS ROOM.

Young Adulthood

Penis: Damn, your ex is looking pretty good tonight.

Brain: She’s crazy.

Penis: Crazy…IN THE SACK!

Brain: I’m not gonna hook up with her. Too much drama.

Penis: WE’LL SORT THAT SHIT OUT LATER.

Brain: No. I’ll sort it out later. You’ll just do whatever you want and leave me to deal with the consequences.

Penis: WHATEVER, MAN. STOP BEING GAY. WHAT ARE YOU GAY OR SOMETHING?

Brain: Can’t we just find someone else?

Penis: I HAVE MADE MY CHOICE. BEND TO MY WILL.

Old Age

Brain: Come on, old buddy. You can do this. It’s my 40th wedding anniversary.

Penis: …Ugh.

Brain: Get up! Just this one time. Please.

Penis: Go away. I’m sleepy.

Brain: All I’m asking is for a few minutes.

Penis: With that old hag? That’s an eternity.

Brain: That’s my wife you’re talking about!

Penis: She bores me.

Brain: What if I think about someone else?

Penis: That could work. YEAH! LET’S DO THIS.

Brain: Great. OK, here we go.

Penis: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Brain: SON OF A BITCH.

A man was driving down a old highway out in the middle of nowhere that he’d never been down before. There was nothing on the side of the road, nothing in the distance really, nothing worth mentioning anywhere.

Finally, however, he came upon a sign. It said “St. Mary’s House of Prostitution, 15 miles.”

After passing it, he shook his head. ‘Must’ve been my mind playing tricks on me.’ But then he saw another sign. “St. Mary’s House of Prostitution, 10 miles.”

The man blinked and shrugged. It must be a real place. Another sign, “St. Mary’s House of Prostitution, 5 miles.”

By this time the guy’s been thinking about it and he’s getting horny, so when he sees a sign that says “St. Mary’s, turn here” along with a road leading off the highway he takes it.

He drives for a few minutes, then goes over a hill, and down on the other side of the hill is this huge, gorgeous cathedral. Lovely Victorian design, statuary, stained glass windows, the works. He pulls into the large parking lot and gets out, heading up to the front door.

After he knocks for a minute, the door opens and a older nun sticks her head out the front door. “Yes?” The man grins. “I was driving down the road and saw the signs for your chapel, and I was hoping to partake of your… services?” The nun smiles and nods. “Aaah. Yes, please, follow me, my son.”

The nun opens the door for him to enter, and then they spend 20 minutes walking through the cathedral, down through the bunks, the prayer rooms, the kitchen, past other nuns who smile and keep walking, back and forth and up and down and all over and just when the guy is completely lost by this point she stops in front of a door, and holds out an offering plate. “Place $200 into the plate, then close your eyes. I’ll open the door and close it behind you, then you can open your eyes and you’ll be there.”

By this point the guy’s horny as hell, so he places the $200 into the plate and closes his eyes. He hears the door open, and walks forward through the door, which he hears close and lock behind him. He opens his eyes, and he’s back outside in the parking lot. In front of him is a small sign: “You have just been screwed by the Sisters of Saint Mary’s. God bless you.”

A brunette, redhead and blonde went to a fitness spa for some fun and relaxation. After a stimulating healthy lunch, all three decided to visit the ladies room and found a strange-looking woman sitting at the entrance who said,

“Welcome to the ladies room. Be sure to check out our newest feature: a mirror which, if you look into it and say something truthful, you will be awarded with a wish. But be warned, for if you say something false, you will be sucked into the mirror to live in a void of nothingness for all eternity!”

The three women quickly entered and upon finding the mirror, the Brunette said, “I think I’m the most beautiful of us three” and in an instant she was surrounded by a pile of money.

The redhead stepped up and said, “I think I’m the most talented of us three”, and she suddenly found the keys to a brand new Lexus in her hands.

Excited over the possibility of having a wish come true, the blonde looked into the mirror and said, “I think…” and was promptly sucked into the mirror.

An old hillbilly farmer had a wife who nagged him unmercifully. From morning til night she was always complaining about something. The only time he got any relief was when he was out plowing with his old mule. He tried to plow a lot.

One day, when he was out plowing, his wife brought him lunch in the field. He drove the old mule into the shade, sat down on a stump, and began to eat his lunch. Immediately, his wife began nagging him again.

Complain, nag, complain, nag – it just went on and on. All of a sudden, the old mule lashed out with both hind feet, caught her smack in the back of the head. Killed her dead on the spot.

At the funeral several days later, the minister noticed something rather odd. When a woman mourner would approach the old farmer, he would listen for a minute, then nod his head in agreement; but when a man mourner approached him, he would listen for a minute, then shake his head in disagreement. This was so consistent, the minister decided to ask the old farmer about it.

So after the funeral, the minister spoke to the old farmer, and asked him why he nodded his head and agreed with the women, but always shook his head and disagreed with all the men.

The old farmer said, ‘Well, the women would come up and say something about how nice my wife looked, or how pretty her dress was, so I’d nod my head in agreement.’

’And what about the men?’ the minister asked.

’They wanted to know if the mule was for sale.’