Q: When is the only time you split tens?
A: When the table is full and your buddies need a seat.
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A blackjack dealer and a player with a thirteen count
in his hand were arguing about whether or not it was appropriate
to tip the dealer.
The player said, "When I get bad cards, it's not
the dealer's fault. Accordingly, when I get good cards,
the dealer obviously had nothing to do with it so, why
should I tip him?"
The dealer said, "When you eat out do you tip the
waiter?"
"Yes."
"Well then, he serves you food, I'm serving you cards
so you should tip me."
"Okay, but, the waiter gives me what I ask for. I'll
take an eight." |
One day a guy dies and finds himself in hell. As he
is wallowing in despair, he has his first meeting with
the devil... Satan: "Why so glum?" Guy: "Why
do you think? I'm in hell!" Satan: "Hell's
not so bad. We actually have a lot of fun down here.
You a drinking man?" Guy: "Sure, I love to
drink."
Satan: "Well you're going to love Mondays then.
On Mondays that's all we do is drink. Whiskey, tequila,
Guinness, wine coolers, diet tab and fresca. And we
don't worry about getting a hangover, because you're
dead anyway." Guy: "Gee, that sounds great!"
Satan: "You a smoker?" Guy: "You better
believe it!" Satan: "All right! You're going
to love Tuesdays. We get the finest cigars from all
over the world and smoke our lungs out. If you get cancer
- no biggie, you're already dead, remember?"
Guy: "Wow, that's awesome!"
Satan: "I bet you like to gamble." Guy: "Why
yes, as a matter of fact I do." Satan: "'Cause
Wednesdays you can gamble all you want. Craps, Blackjack,
Roulette, Poker, Slots, whatever. If you go bankrupt...
you're dead anyhow." Guy: "WOW! I never realized
Hell was such a cool place!" Satan: "You gay?"
Guy: "Hell, no!" Satan: "Hmm, you gonna
hate Fridays then."
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Two men were at the Casino playing blackjack and were
just leaving to go home at 3:00 a.m.
Man1: You know what I hate about this? When I
go home. I turn off my headlights, turn off the engine,
and coast into the driveway. Then I go to the front
door, take off my shoes and sneak in as quietly as I
can. But my wife always wakes up and we end up having
a fight.
Man2: What I do instead is drive into the driveway,
honk the horn a few times, get out of the car, slam
the door, go in the house and slam the door. Then I
yell "Honey, I'm home," run upstairs, slap
her on the ass and say, "How about a little love,
woman?" She never even moves.
A blackjack dealer and a player with a thirteen count
in his hand were arguing about whether or not it was
appropriate to tip the dealer. The player said, "When
I get bad cards, it's not the dealers fault. Accordingly,
when I get good cards, the dealer obviously had nothing
to do with it so why should I tip him?" The dealer
said, "When you eat out do you tip the waiter?"
"Yes." "Well then, he serves you food,
I'm serving you cards so you should tip me." "OK,
but, the waiter gives me what I ask for...I'll take
an eight." |
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The strong young man at the construction site was bragging
that he could outdo anyone in a feat of strength. He
made a special case of making fun of one of the older
workmen. After several minutes, the older worker had
had enough.
"Why don't you put your money where your mouth
is," he said. "I will bet a week's wages that
I can haul something in a wheelbarrow over to that outbuilding
that you won't be able to wheel back."
"You're on, old man," the braggart replied.
"Let's see what you got."
The old man reached out and grabbed the wheelbarrow
by the handles. Then, nodding to the young man, he said,
"All right. Get in." |
One day, at a casino buffet, a man suddenly called
out, "My son's choking! He swallowed a quarter!
Help! Please, anyone! Help!"
A man from a nearby table stood up and announced that
he was quite experienced at this sort of thing. He stepped
over with almost no look of concern at all, wrapped
his hands around the boy's gonads, and squeezed. Out
popped the quarter. The man then went back to his table
as though nothing had happened.
"Thank you! Thank you!" the father cried.
"Are you a paramedic?"
"No," replied the man. "I work for the
IRS.
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