There were 8 black guys and a gun
Chủ Nhật, 5 tháng 3, 2017
A wife comes home late one night
She quietly opens the door to her bedroom. From under the blanket, she sees four legs instead of just her husband's two. She reaches for a baseball bat and starts hitting the blanket as hard as she can. Once she's done, she goes to the kitchen to have a drink. As she enters, she sees her husband there, reading a magazine. He says, "Hi darling, your parents have come to visit us, so I let them stay in our bedroom. Did you say hello?"
Damn FBI, at it again.
One morning, Bill is awakened by forceful banging on his door. It was the FBI demanding to know where he kept his wood pile. So, he leads them around behind the house and watches as they knock down every last bit of his neatly stacked pile without saying a word. Then, they grab an ax and start busting open the logs.
Very confused at this point, he asks "just what the Hell is going on?"
"Sorry sir. We received an anonymous tip that you were hiding narcotics in your wood pile. When we couldn't find them, we had to bust the logs to make sure they weren't false logs. You'll be reimbursed for any damages"
Shortly after Bill gets back in, his phone rings. It's his buddy Tom.
"Hey, Bill. D'you get some company this morning?"
"Yeah. How'd you know?"
"They cut up your fire wood?"
"Yeah???"
"Happy birthday, Bill."
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