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A Frenchman, an Italian, and an Armenian are drinking at a bar discussing

what they had done the previous evening.

The Frenchman says:

"Last night I massaged my wife all over her body with the finest olive

oil then we made passionate love and I made her scream nonstop for 30

minutes."

 

The Italian says:

"Last night I massaged my wife all over her body with a special

aphrodisiac cream then we made passionate love. I made her scream for

one hour straight."

 

The Armenian says:

That's nothing. Last night I massaged my wife all over her body with a

special butter. I caressed her entire body with the butter then made love

and I made her scream for two

consecutive hours ."

 

The Italian and Frenchman, astonished, ask, "Two hours, phenomenal! What

did you do to make her scream for two hours?"

"I wiped my hands on the curtains."

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Polish Sausage

 

 

"In what aisle could I find the Polish sausage?"

The clerk looks at him and says, "Are you Polish?"

 

The guy, (clearly offended) says, "Well, yes I am. But let me ask you something, if I had asked for Italian sausage would you ask me if I was Italian? Or if I had asked for German bratwurst, would you ask me if I was German? Or if I asked for a kosher hot dog would you ask me if I was Jewish? Or if I had asked for a Taco would you ask if I was Mexican? Would ya, huh? Would ya?"

 

The clerk says, "Well, no!"

 

"If I asked for some Irish whiskey, would you ask if I was Irish?"

 

"Well, I probably wouldn't!"

 

With deep self-righteous indignation, the guy says, "Well then why did you ask me if I'm Polish because I ask for Polish sausage?"

 

The clerk replies, "Because you're at Home Depot."

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A Frenchman, an Italian, and an Armenian are drinking at a bar discussing

what they had done the previous evening.

The Frenchman says:

"Last night I massaged my wife all over her body with the finest olive

oil then we made passionate love and I made her scream nonstop for 30

minutes."

 

The Italian says:

"Last night I massaged my wife all over her body with a special

aphrodisiac cream then we made passionate love. I made her scream for

one hour straight."

 

The Armenian says:

That's nothing. Last night I massaged my wife all over her body with a

special butter. I caressed her entire body with the butter then made love

and I made her scream for two

consecutive hours ."

 

The Italian and Frenchman, astonished, ask, "Two hours, phenomenal! What

did you do to make her scream for two hours?"

"I wiped my hands on the curtains."

:D

 

 

 

ha ha ha shat lavn er

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Dear Maral.

Sorry.

This is not meant to ‘rain on your parade’.

This is not funny. It is not meant to be.

At one of our supermarkets, when at the checkout, one cannot but observe the writing overheard in bold writing, … “Thank You, Merci, Danka.Spitasiva,, Shukran, .. whatever f**k“ that Kosher/kaker word is The last I saw they had added Hindi and Urdu . I have yet to see a banner saying “shnorhakaka-kaka-kaka -kaka-kaka-em”. Can we stretch that stupid phrase, make it any longer, and scare them stupid otars away?

Does that mean they don’t realize that many be their customers who can read and speak Armenian?

They may have a point as many of my Turk-Armenian neighbors think “nasel sun” (I have a story about that) is still an Armenian variant of inch pes es.

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Housework was a woman's job,

but one evening,

Jenny arrived home from work

to find the children bathed,

one load of laundry in the washer

and another in the dryer.

 

Dinner was on the stove,

and the table set.

 

She was astonished!

 

It turns out that her husband Ralph

had read an article

that said wives who work full-time

and had to do their own housework

were too tired to have sex.

 

The night went well

and the next day,

she told her office friends all about it.

 

"We had a great dinner.

Ralph even cleaned up.

He helped the kids do their homework,

folded all the laundry

and put it away.

I really enjoyed the evening."

 

"But what about afterward?" asked her friends.

 

 

 

"Oh, that .....

Ralph was too tired.."

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When I was married 25 years, I took a look at my wife one day and said, "Honey, 25 years ago, we had a cheap apartment, a cheap car, slept on a sofa bed and watched a 10 inch black and white TV, but I got to sleep every night with a hot 25 year old blonde.

 

 

 

Now, we have a nice house, nice car, big bed and plasma screen TV, but I'm sleeping with a 50 year old woman. It seems to me that you are not holding up your side of things."

 

 

 

My wife is a very reasonable woman. She told me to go out and find a hot 25 year old blonde, and she would make sure that I would once again be living in a cheap apartment, driving a cheap car, sleeping on a sofa bed.

 

 

 

Aren't older women great!! They really know how to solve your mid-life crises....

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John O'Reilly hoisted his beer and said, "Here's to spending the rest of me life, between the legs of me wife!"

 

That won him the top prize at the pub for the best toast of the night!

 

He went home and told his wife, Mary, "I won the prize for the Best toast of the night"

 

She said, "Aye, did ye now. And what was your toast?"

 

John said, "Here's to spending the rest of me life, sitting in church beside me wife."

 

"Oh, that is very nice indeed, John!" Mary said.

 

The next day, Mary ran into one of John's drinking buddies on the street corner.

 

The man chuckled leeringly and said, "John won the prize the other night at the pub with a toast about you, Mary."

 

She said, "Aye, he told me, and I was a bit surprised myself. You know, he's only been there twice in the last four years. Once he fell asleep, and the other time I had to pull him by the ears to make him come."

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No matter what this husband did in bed, his wife never achieved an orgasm. Since a Jewish wife is entitled to sexual pleasure, they decide to consult their Rabbi.

 

he Rabbi listens to their story, strokes his beard, and makes the following suggestion: "Hire a strapping young man. While the two of you are making love have the young man wave a towel over you. That will help the wife fantasize and should bring on an orgasm."

 

They go home and follow the Rabbi's advice. They hire a handsome young man and he waves a towel over them as they make love. It doesn't help and the wife is still unsatisfied.

 

Perplexed, they go back to the Rabbi.

 

"Okay," he says to the husband, "try it reversed. Have the young man make love to your wife and you wave the towel over them." Once again, they follow the Rabbi's advice.

 

They go home and hire the same strapping young man. The young man gets into bed with the wife and the husband waves the towel. The young man gets to work with great enthusiasm and the wife soon has an enormous, ear-splitting screaming orgasm.

 

The husband smiles, looks at the young man and says to him triumphantly:

 

"You see, you young schmuck?

THAT'S how you wave a towel !"

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Azat, you may not know this. In Armeno-Turdish (an oxymoron) slang “peshgirji/towel man(?)” is a euphemism for cuckold, i.e a (impotent)husband or an attendant at a house of ill repute whose duty is to handle and hand over towels.

Are you sure that couple were Yewish and not Turdish?!! :P :D

BTW. An Armenian dictionary defines “cuckold” as եղջերակիր, կնոջից խաբուած ամուսին, ամուսնուն դավաճանել.

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No matter what this husband did in bed, his wife never achieved an orgasm. Since a Jewish wife is entitled to sexual pleasure, they decide to consult their Rabbi.

 

he Rabbi listens to their story, strokes his beard, and makes the following suggestion: "Hire a strapping young man. While the two of you are making love have the young man wave a towel over you. That will help the wife fantasize and should bring on an orgasm."

 

They go home and follow the Rabbi's advice. They hire a handsome young man and he waves a towel over them as they make love. It doesn't help and the wife is still unsatisfied.

 

Perplexed, they go back to the Rabbi.

 

"Okay," he says to the husband, "try it reversed. Have the young man make love to your wife and you wave the towel over them." Once again, they follow the Rabbi's advice.

 

They go home and hire the same strapping young man. The young man gets into bed with the wife and the husband waves the towel. The young man gets to work with great enthusiasm and the wife soon has an enormous, ear-splitting screaming orgasm.

 

The husband smiles, looks at the young man and says to him triumphantly:

 

"You see, you young schmuck?

THAT'S how you wave a towel !"

:lol2: :lol2:

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Bride's ill-advised joke breaks off Austrian civil wedding ceremony

05/01/2007 1:14:00 PM

 

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VIENNA, Austria (AP) - Wedding jokes are not always funny.

 

 

When a bride in Austria jokingly answered "no" instead of "yes" when asked if she wanted to marry her husband-to-be, the official performing the civil wedding promptly broke off the ceremony.

Not even the bride's sobs could reverse the decision, and the couple had to wait 2½ months before they could give it another shot, the Austrian newspaper Oberoesterreichischen Nachrichten reported Friday.

 

Officials at the registry office in the city of Steyr, where the incident occurred, declined to comment directly, but said the incident was highly unusual, according to the newspaper.

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Two Turks boarded a flight out of London. One took a window seat, and the other

sat next to him in the middle seat.

 

Just before takeoff, an Armenian sat down in the aisle seat. After takeoff,

the Armenian kicked his shoes off, wiggled his toes and was settling in when the Turk

in the window seat said, "I need to get up and get a Coke."

 

"Don't get up," said the Armenian, "I'm in the aisle seat; I'll get it for you."

 

As soon as he left, one of the Turks picked up the Armenian's shoe and spat in it.

 

When the Armenian returned with the coke, the other Turk said, "That looks good;

I'd really like one, too."

 

Again, the Armenian obligingly went to fetch it. While he was gone,

the other Turk picked up the Armenian's other shoe and spat in it.

When the Armenian returned, they all sat back and enjoyed the flight.

 

As the plane was landing, the Armenian slipped his feet into his shoes

and knew immediately what had happened. "Why does it have to be this way?" he asked.

"How long must this go on? This fighting between our nations? This hatred? This animosity?

This spitting in shoes and pissing in Cokes?"

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