humor

Kenny wanted to by a mule from a farmer, and paid him in advance.

The farmer came back to him a week later and said, "The mule died."

Kenny replied, "Well then, just give me my money back."
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Several centuries ago, the Pope decreed that all the Jews had to convert or leave Italy. There was a huge outcry from the Jewish community, so the Pope offered a deal.

He would have a religious debate with the leader of the Jewish community. If the Jews won, they could stay in Italy. If the Pope won, they would have to leave or convert.

The Jewish people met and picked an aged, but wise, Rabbi Moishe to represent them in the debate. However, as Moishe spoke no Italian and the Pope spoke no Hebrew, they all agreed that it would be a "silent" debate. Read more »

More from the groaning joke department...

An old man was sitting on his front porch down in Louisiana watching the
sunrise. He sees the neighbor's kid walk by carrying something big under his
arm. He yells out, "Hey boy, whatcha got there?"

Boy yells back, "Roll of chicken wire."

Old man says, "What you gonna do with that?"

Boy says, "Gonna catch some chickens."

Old man yells, "You damn fool, you can't catch chickens with chicken wire!"

Boy just laughs and keeps walking.  That evening at sunset, the boy comes
walking by and to the old man's surprise he is dragging behind him the chicken
wire with about 30 chickens caught in it.

Same time next morning the old man is out watching the sunrise and he sees the
boy walk by carrying something kind of round roll in his hand. Old man yells
out "Hey boy, whatcha got there?" Read more »

Two Jewish guys walk past a Catholic church.

A sign out front says "Convert today and we'll pay you $100."

One guy says: "That's it, I'm converting now."

"What do you mean, you'd throw out your faith, your people, just for money?"

"It's a lot of money." His friend can't believe it so he waits outside.

When he comes out he says "Is it true, did they give you the money?"

"Is that all you people think about?"

'Y'know,' said the Scotsman, 'I still prefer the pubs back home. In Glasgow there's a little bar called McTavish's. Now the landlord there goes out of his way for the locals so much that when you buy four drinks he will buy the fifth drink for you.'

'Well,' said the Englishman, 'At my local, the Black Bull, the barman there will buy you your third drink after you buy the first two!'