A Joke for the group #1.
Beave
forth the following:
>Two orthodox Jews went to Pincus the tailor for new suits.
>
>"Listen, Pincus," one said, "the last suits you made for us
>were sort of gray. We need black suits, the darkest black cloth
>that we can get."
>
>"See this cloth?" Pincus said, fingering a bolt of fabric.
>"This is the stuff they make nuns' habits from. There ain't
>no blacker cloth."
>
>A few weeks later, the two men were walking down the street
>in their new suits when they passed two nuns. Impulsively,
>one of the men went up to the nuns and matched his suit against
>their habits. Becoming angry, he muttered something to his
>friend and they both walked off.
>
>"What did that man want?" one nun asked the other.
>
>"I don't know," she replied, "He looked at my garment, said
>something in Latin and left."
>
>"Well, I know a little Latin. What did he say?"
>
>"He said, 'Pincus Fucktus'.
>
>
>Mudlark
>I love my swamp, you meet the friendliest people there.
BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Beave