A drunken man walks into a biker bar, sits down at the bar and orders a drink. Looking around, he sees 3 men sitting at a corner table. He gets up, staggers to the table, leans over, looks the biggest, meanest, biker in the face and says, “I went by your grandma’s house today and I saw her in the hallway buck ass naked. Man, she is one fine looking woman!”

The biker looks at him and doesn’t say a word. His buddies are confused, because he is one bad biker and would fight at the drop of a hat. The drunk leans on the table again and says, “I got it on with your grandma and she is good, the best I ever had!”

The biker’s buddies are starting to get really mad but the biker still says nothing. The drunk leans on the table one more time and says, “I’ll tell you something else, boy, your grandma liked it!”

At this point the biker stands up, takes the drunk by the shoulders, looks him square in the eyes and says… “Grandpa, go home, you’re drunk.”

A young man walks up and sits down at the bar.

“What can I get you?” the bartender enquires.

“I want 6 shots of Jagermeister,” responded the young man.

“6 shots?!? Are you celebrating something?”

“Yeah, my first blowjob.”

“Well, in that case, let me give you a 7th on the house.”

“No offence, sir. But if 6 shots won’t get rid of the taste, nothing will.”

The other night I was invited out for a night with the guys. I told my wife that I would be home by midnight… “promise!”

Well, the hours passed quickly and the beer was going down way too easy. At 3am, drunk as a skunk, I headed for home. Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times. Quickly, I realized she’d probably wake up, so I cuckooed another 9 times. I was really proud of myself for having such a rapid, witty solution, even when smashed, to escape a possible conflict.

The next morning my wife asked me what time I got in, and I told her 12 o’clock. She didn’t seem disturbed at all. Got away with that one, I thought! Then she told me we needed a new cuckoo clock. When I asked her why she said, “Well, last night it cuckooed 3 times, then said, ‘oh damn’, cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more…. then farted.”