I was on the bus reading a book, then someone taps me on the shoulder.
I turned around and saw an old lady. She said to me, “Sonny, would you like some nuts? I’ve got a couple hazelnuts and almonds if you’d like.”
“Sure.”, I replied. Then she gave me a handful of nuts and went back to sit with her friends.
“What a nice lady”, I thought, while happily munching on the nuts.
A few minutes later, I felt another tap on my shoulder and there she was again, offering some nuts. I gladly accepted and she went back to her seat.
After about 10 minutes, she tapped me on the shoulder, once again offering some nuts.
I asked her, “Why don’t you eat them yourself?”
“Because we’ve got no teeth”, she replied.
“Then why do you buy them?”, I asked.
“Oh, because we just love the chocolate around them.”
Many years ago during my married days, I accidentally overturned my golf cart.
Elizabeth, a very attractive and keen golfer, who lived in a villa on the golf course, heard the noise and called out: “Are you okay? What’s your name?”
“It’s John, and I’m okay, thanks,” I replied as I pulled myself out of the twisted cart.
“John,” she said, wearing a white silky robe, “forget your troubles. Come to my villa, rest a while and I’ll help you get the cart up later.”
“That’s mighty nice of you,” I answered, “but I don’t think my wife would like it.”
“Oh, come on now,” Elizabeth insisted.
She was so very pretty, and very persuasive … I was weak. “Well okay,” I finally agreed but thought to myself, “my wife won’t like it.”
After a couple of restorative Scotch and waters, I thanked Elizabeth. “I feel a lot better now, but I know my wife is going to be really upset. So I’d best go now.”
“Don’t be silly!” Elizabeth said with a smile, letting her robe fall open slightly. “She won’t know anything. By the way, where is she?”
“Still under the cart, I guess.”
A man walks into a bar and he is completely parched. He sits at the bar, pats his pockets and realizes he’s left his wallet at home. He calls to the bartender,
“Hey pal, I’ve left my wallet at home but hey… tell you what, if I can show you something incredible, will you give me a free beer in return?”
The bartender is a worldly individual. “Listen mate, look around at the stuff on the walls, I’ve seen all kinds of things, been all kinds of places. I mean, you can give it a shot but I honestly doubt you can show me something that impressive.”
So the man reaches into his left jacket pocket and pulls out a small hamster. He places the hamster on the bar and the bartender looks bemused. The man reaches into his other jacket pocket and pulls out a tiny piano, followed by a tiny stool, just the right size for the hamster, who sits down, cracks his knuckles and starts playing a famous piece of music by Rachmaninoff.
The bartender is speechless.
“Tell you what mate… I’ve seen some things in my time but that is absolutely incredible! Here’s your free beer.”
The visitor gulps down his drink until the last drop is gone. But he can’t help but feel another drink would really hit the spot. He motions to the bartender again.
“Look, I could really use another drink – how about I show you something even more incredible?”
The bartender stares in disbelief. “After that performance, I think you’ll struggle to beat it! But go on, try your luck then.”
The man reaches into his left jacket pocket again and retrieves a small frog, who is wearing a waist coat. He places the frog on the stool beside the hamster. The hamster counts to four, the frog clears his throat, and over the piano the frog sings a classic opera, bringing several people in the bar to tears.
“Oh my word,” says the bartender. “That is absolutely unbelievable. Here’s your pint, mate. You’ve earned it.”
In the corner of the room, a shady looking individual has been watching with keen interest from behind his dark sunglasses. He approaches the owner of the performing animals and gets straight to business.
“I’ll give you £50,000 right now, in cash, if you’ll let me take that frog off your hands this instant.”
“Well, sure, why not?” says the man, as he duly hands the frog over to the shady character, who promptly slides back a silver briefcase filled with bank notes before making his exit with the frog.
“Are you MAD!?” the bartender says to the man. “You could have made millions with that frog!”
“Nah,” says the man.
“The hamster’s a ventriloquist.”