A Surveyor moves to Nome, Alaska. He goes in a bar to meet some of the locals.
Surveyor: I just moved in the area what do folks do around here for kicks?
Local: It depends on if you are a real man.
Surveyor: What do you mean?
Local: Your not really considered a real man around here util you have made love to an Eskimo and wrestled a polar bear.
Surveyor: Well if that's what it takes, I will just do it.
Two Weeks Latter
The Surveyor walks into the same bar and looks like he had a fight with a chainsaw.
Local: Man, what happened to you?
Surveyor: It was not easy but now I am a man.
Local: You mean you made love to an Eskimo and wrestled a polar bear?
Surveyor: Aw Man that would have been so much easier.
I don't believe it. Lisdexia has to be overcome, to become a land surveyor... Just sayin...
whew...for a minute I thought it was going to be the one about the Chinese laundry man.....
paden cash, post: 416705, member: 20 wrote: whew...for a minute I thought it was going to be the one about the Chinese laundry man.....
Well? You gonna keep us wunderin?
Steve Emberson, post: 416745, member: 181 wrote: Well? You gonna keep us wunderin?
Oh c'mon...everybody's heard the "laundryman" joke...at least everybody MY age has...
But upon a chosen few is placed the responsibility of perpetuating old and stupid jokes. So for posterity and the next generation, here goes:
Lonely prospector comes out of the hills and winds up in town to cash in his latest bits of panning. As he sits at the bar he notices there's really no wimmen-folk around. He finally asks the bartender what the men usually do when they get lonely. The bartender doesn't even look up when he tells the old prospector there are no women in town, but there is this Chinese laundryman.
Disgusted, the prospector declines and returns to his claim in the mountains.
Six months later he returns to town and winds up at the same bar. He asks the bartender if there's any women yet in town. The bartender shakes his head no and adds that there is still just the Chinese laundryman.
After a couple of more shots of cheap whisky the prospector beckons the barkeep's close ear. He asks him how many people would know about it if he sought the Chinese laundryman. The bartender thought for few moments and then replied "six or seven".
"Six or seven?" asked the prospector in an incredulous cry, "Why so many?"
The bartender replied, "Well, there's you, me and the laundryman. That makes three. Then there's the three or four guys it's going to take to catch the laundryman and hold him down...."
😉
How many do you think know about the polar bear?
When first assigned to the French Foreign Legion at a remote desert post the new commander inquired about what the men do for sex.
He was told they use the camel.
"Whoa!", said the commander.
After six or seven months he inquired again and was told the men still use the camel.
"Not me!", he exclaimed.
After a year he finally caved in and had the men bring him the camel.
While satisfying himself he looked up and saw the men staring at him.
"What are you staring at?" he yelled.
Well, sir, one of the men said, we usually ride it into town to the brothel.
paden cash, post: 416763, member: 20 wrote: Oh c'mon...everybody's heard the "laundryman" joke...at least everybody MY age has...
But upon a chosen few is placed the responsibility of perpetuating old and stupid jokes. So for posterity and the next generation, here goes:
Lonely prospector comes out of the hills and winds up in town to cash in his latest bits of panning. As he sits at the bar he notices there's really no wimmen-folk around. He finally asks the bartender what the men usually do when they get lonely. The bartender doesn't even look up when he tells the old prospector there are no women in town, but there is this Chinese laundryman.
Disgusted, the prospector declines and returns to his claim in the mountains.
Six months later he returns to town and winds up at the same bar. He asks the bartender if there's any women yet in town. The bartender shakes his head no and adds that there is still just the Chinese laundryman.
After a couple of more shots of cheap whisky the prospector beckons the barkeep's close ear. He asks him how many people would know about it if he sought the Chinese laundryman. The bartender thought for few moments and then replied "six or seven".
"Six or seven?" asked the prospector in an incredulous cry, "Why so many?"
The bartender replied, "Well, there's you, me and the laundryman. That makes three. Then there's the three or four guys it's going to take to catch the laundryman and hold him down...."
😉
Thanks..... I think? Lol
