Humor

[Magda.K]

Tak na wypadek gdyby ktoś jeszcze tego nie znał
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OgV4iBQVNyU&feature=fvst Ministerstwo Głupich Kroków - Monty Pythona.

[luxius]

http://super-nowa.pl/fv.php?i=33895


Liczy się luz

[rokus1]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XQcVllWpwGs

[Sindbad]

Przed użyciem przeczytać ulotkę..? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hkl92fnQaiU
A tej pani chyba nie chciałbym się narazić... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j45hTIEE9tg

[Psychotrop]

o waldemarze

http://waldemar.blox.pl/html

[semyazza]

sie ubawilem
koszulka

[Kwiatek111]

One day while walking down the street a highly successful
Human Resources Manager was tragically hit by a bus and she died.. Her soul arrived up in heaven where she was met at the Pearly Gates by St.. Peter himself.

"Welcome to Heaven," said St. Peter. "Before you get settled in though, it seems we have a problem. You see, strangely enough, we've never once had a Human Resources Manager make it this far and we're not really sure what to do with you."

"No problem, just let me in," said the woman.

"Well, I'd like to, but I have higher orders. What we're going to do is let you have a day in Hell and a day in Heaven and then you can choose whichever one you want to spend an eternity in."

"Actually, I think I've made up my mind, I prefer to stay in Heaven", said the woman

"Sorry, we have rules..."

And with that St. Peter put the executive in an elevator and it went down-down-down to hell.

The doors opened and she found herself stepping out onto the putting green of a beautiful golf course. In the distance was a country club and standing in front of her were all her friends - fellow executives that she had worked with and they were well dressed in evening gowns and cheering for her. They ran up and kissed her on both cheeks and they talked about old times. They played an excellent round of golf and at night went to the country club where she enjoyed an excellent steak and lobster dinner.

She met the Devil who was actually a really nice guy (kind
of cute) and she had a great time telling jokes and dancing. She was having such a good time that before she knew it, it was time to leave. Everybody shook her hand and waved goodbye as she got on the elevator.

The elevator went up-up-up and opened back up at the Pearly Gates and found St. Peter waiting for her.

"Now it's time to spend a day in heaven," he said. So she spent the next 24 hours lounging around on clouds and playing the harp and singing. She had great time and before she knew it her 24 hours were up and St. Peter came and got her.

"So, you've spent a day in hell and you've spent a day in heaven. Now you must choose your eternity,"

The woman paused for a second and then replied, "Well, I never thought I'd say this, I mean, Heaven has been really great and all, but I think I had a better time in Hell."

So St. Peter escorted her to the elevator and again she went down-down-down back to Hell.

When the doors of the elevator opened she found herself standing in a desolate wasteland covered in garbage and filth. She saw her friends were dressed in rags and were picking up the garbage and putting it in sacks.

The Devil came up to her and put his arm around her.

"I don't understand," stammered the woman, "yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and a country club and we ate lobster and we danced and had a great time. Now all there is a wasteland of garbage and all my friends look miserable."

The Devil looked at her smiled and told...
...
...
...
....
....
....
.....
.....
....
.....
....
.....
....
.....
....
.....
....
.....
....
.......
....
....
....
"Yesterday we were recruiting you, today you're an Employee

[Czornyj]

Yesterday we were recruiting you, today you're an Employee

Znałem to w wersji z marketingowcem, ale z haerówą jednak lepsze

[rooner]

Przyznaję. Nie chciało mi się sprawdzać czy nie było tego dowcipu na poprzednich 408 stronach...
Znalezione w sieci...

Warszawa. Zima. Śnieg. Jakiś chłopak gra w piłkę nożną. Nagle dźwięk rozbitego szkła. Wybiega dozorca, surowy warszawski dozorca z miotłą, i goni za chłopakiem.

Chłopak biegnie i myśli: "Po co, po co to wszystko!? Po co ten zakłamany obrazek mnie jako małego chłopczyka, po co ta piłka nożna, i niby wszyscy naokoło to moi przyjaciele!? Już odrobiłem lekcje, dlaczego ja nie siedzę w domu na kanapie i nie czytam książki swojego ukochanego pisarza Ernesta Hemingwaya?"

Hawana. Ernest Hemingway pisze kolejną powieść i myśli:. "Po co, po co to wszystko? Wszystko już mi się sprzykrzyło, ta Kuba, te banany, ta trzcina, to gorąco, ci Kubańczycy!!!

Dlaczego nie jestem w Paryżu, nie siedzę ze swoim przyjacielem Andreo Morua w towarzystwie przepięknych kurtyzan, popijając swojego porannego drinka i rozmawiając o sensie życia?"

Paryż. Andrea Morua, głaskawszy biodro przepięknej kurtyzany i popijając swojego porannego drinka, myśli: "Po co, po co mi to wszystko? Jak mi sprzykrzył się ten Paryż, ci grubi Francuzi, brudni marokańcy, te tępe kurtyzany, ta blaszana wieża, z której ci plują na głowę!!! Dlaczego nie mieszkam w Polsce, w Warszawie, gdzie chłód i śnieg, i nie siedzę ze swoim lepszym kolegą Andrzejem Pilotką, i nie rozmawiam z nim o sensie życia??"

Warszawa. Chłód. Śnieg. Andrzej Pilotka. W uszance. Z miotłą. Goni za jakimś gówniarzem i myśli :
" Ku**a, jak dogonię, zaj**ię jak psa!"

[Zbigniew]

No kurde. Oczywiście że był - na 74, powtórzony na 213 i 389