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What's Hitlers least favorite planet?
'Jewpiter'
'Jewpiter'
those "intellectual" jokes are terrible.
i don't understand them and i don't want to either.
Hey I've shared 2 bottles of wine with a friend and consumed 2 glasses of fine port with some particularly good Stilton from an excellent deli in Buckingham....................and I don't find any of the jokes funny - sorry guys. I do feel guilty though, if that makes anyone feel better.
Hey I've shared 2 bottles of wine with a friend and consumed 2 glasses of fine port with some particularly good Stilton from an excellent deli in Buckingham....................and I don't find any of the jokes funny - sorry guys. I do feel guilty though, if that makes anyone feel better.
Normally you would differentiate for d/dx which has no effect on e^x. The twist at the end of the joke that creates endless hilarity is that the differential operator is d/dy
(I Think?)
A beautiful, voluptuous woman went to a gynecologist. The doctor took one look at this woman and all his professionalism went out the window. He immediately told her to undress.
After she had disrobed the doctor began to stroke her thigh. Doing so, he asked her, "Do you know what I'm doing?"
"Yes," she replied, "you're checking for any abrasions or dermatological abnormalities."
"That is right," said the doctor. He then began to fondle her breasts. "Do you know what I'm doing now?" he asked.
"Yes," the woman said, "you're checking for any lumps or breast cancer. "Correct," replied the shady doctor.
Finally, he mounted his patient and started having sexual intercourse with her. He asked, "Do you know what I'm doing now?"
"Yes," she said. "You're getting herpes; which is why I came here in the first place."
A postman is delivering letters on a route he knows well, in a friendly little town. He knows most of the people on the route.
One of the letter has been rained on. The ink has run and the details are unclear. The postman is almost sure who it is addressed to, but only almost. They knock on the relevant door and the person living there answers...
Postman: I think this letter is for you, but the name's smudged.
Person: It isn't for me then - my name is Smith.