the highway

 

making memories

I remember when some friends and I went camping in Texas, and as the night went on we decided to go and get some beer. Well, we soon found out that the county we were in was dry (does not sell alcohol) so we drove and and found that every town we went to was the same so we drove on. Finally we found a town that sold beer. As we were leaving and driving down the highway we saw a sign that read; “Leaving Lafayette, Louisiana. We were having such a good time that we didn’t realize we had driven to the next state.

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A young couple was out cruising one evening. While driving down the highway the guy says to the girl, “If I go 100 miles an hour, will you take off all of your clothes?” She agrees and he begins to speed up.

When the speedometer hits 100 she starts to strip. When she gets all her clothes off, he is so busy staring at her that he drives off the road and flips the car over.

The girl is thrown clear without a scratch but her clothes and her boyfriend are trapped in the car. “Go get help.”, he pleads. She replies, “I can’t, I’m naked.”

He points to his shoe that was thrown clear and says “Cover your crotch with that and go get help from the gas station down the road.”

She takes the shoe, covers herself between the legs, and runs to the gas station down the road. When she arrives she is frantic and yells to the attendant, “HELP! HELP! My boyfriend’s stuck!”

The attendant looks down at the shoe covering her crotch and replies with some astonishment, “I think he’s too far in!”

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Father Pat and Father Mike were riding down the highway with Father Pat at the wheel. Mileage was being ticked off pretty well when suddenly a little rabbit jumped up onto the highway right in front of the car.

Father Pat did everything he could to miss the little bunny, he wrenched the wheel around, jammed on the brakes, and almost tipped the car over with his maneuvers, but to no avail….the rabbit was hit before the car could be stopped.

Both priests jumped out of the car, ran back to the rabbit to see if there was anything that could be done, but alas, it appeared that the rabbit was gone.

Father Pat pulled a bottle out of his pocket, sprinkled a few drops of the liquid on the rabbit, and instantly it jumped up and started waving vigorously.

Father Mike looked at Father Pat and said, “It’s a miracle!” The rabbit stood there and continued to wave at them. Since it appeared that nothing else was needed, the two priests returned to the car, and Father Pat continued down the road. Father Mike kept looking out the back window and, for as long as he could see the rabbit, it was still standing there and waving.

When the rabbit was out of sight, Father Mike sat back and considered the sequence of events. Finally he said, “Father Pat, just what was in that bottle?”

In response, Father Pat pulled the bottle out of his pocket once more and handed it to Father Mike who read the label:

“Hair Restorer with Permanent Wave”

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wishing you well on your road of life

 

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2 responses to “the highway

  1. LOL OK, very funny! Do you tell jokes in person, Art??? I SUCK at it. Can’t remember a joke for the life of me, and yet, I’m one of the funniest people I know~ hahaha

    • well, I try to be a story teller, be it zen, past events in life, history and yes jokes… I work at a prison and I often have people come up to me wanting to hear a story and I’ll throw them a joke with a zen story, it lightens the day and grows a smile.

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