Monty Python RAF Banter
Pregnancy Q & A
Q: Should I have a baby after 35?
A: No, 35 children is enough.
Q: I’m two months pregnant now. When will my baby move?
A: With any luck, right after he finishes college.
Q: What is the most reliable method to determine a baby’s sex?
A: Childbirth.
Q: My wife is five months pregnant and so moody that sometimes she’s borderline irrational.
A: So what’s your question?
Q: My childbirth instructor says it’s not pain I’ll feel during labor, but pressure. Is she right?
A: Yes, in the same way that a tornado might be called an air current.
Q: When is the best time to get an epidural?
A: Right after you find out you’re pregnant.
Q: Is there any reason I have to be in the delivery room while my wife is in labor?
A: Not unless the word “alimony” means anything to you.
Q: Is there anything I should avoid while recovering from childbirth?
A: Yes, pregnancy.
Q: Do I have to have a baby shower?
A: Not if you change the baby’s diaper very quickly.
Q: Our baby was born last week. When will my wife begin to feel and act normal again?
A: When the kids are in college.
Age Difference
A college student at a recent USC football game challenged a senior citizen sitting next to him, saying it was impossible for their generation to understand his.
“You grew up in a different world,” the student said, loud enough for everyone around them to hear. “Today we have television, satellite positioning, jet planes, and space travel; men have walked on the moon; our spaceships have visited Mars; and we even have nuclear energy, electric and hydrogen cars, cell phones, and computers with high-speed processing.”
Taking advantage of a pause in the student’s litany, the geezer said, “You’re right. We didn’t have these things when we were young, so we invented them, you little twit. What are you doing for the next generation?”
Things That Just Don’t Make Sense
• If you fail a test… didn’t your teacher fail to teach you?
• When you fall during a push-up but use your arms to get back up… wasn’t that… a push-up??
• When a cop asks “How fast were you going?” shouldn’t the answer be “Not fast enough clearly”?
• You can never buy an unused mirror.
• If Cinderella’s shoe fell off, how did if “fit perfectly”?
• Bigger bed = more bed room but less bedroom.
• If you’re invisible and close your eyes. Can you still see??
• Your car keys technically travel farther than your car.
• Nothing is on fire, fire is on things.
• If your thumb “isn’t a finger,” then you don’t have a middle finger.
• Why is a building called a building if it’s already built?
Boot Camp
A Letter From A Red Neck, Now At Paris Island
Dear Ma and Pa;
Am well. Hope you are. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer the Marine Corps beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quick before maybe all of the GOOD places are filled. I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m., but am getting so I like to sleep late. Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot and shine some things. No hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay. Practically do nothing. Men got to shave but it is not so bad, they get warm water in here.
Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, etc…, but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, ham, steak, fried eggplant, pie and other regular food. But tell Walt and Elmer you can always sit between two city boys that live on coffee. Their food plus yours holds you till noon, when you get fed again! It’s no wonder these city boys can’t walk much.
We go on “route” marches, which the Platoon Sergeant says are long walks to harden us. If he thinks so, it is not my place to tell him different. A “route march” is about as far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys get sore feet and we all ride back in trucks. The country is nice, but awful flat. The Sergeant is like a schoolteacher. He nags some. The Capt. is like the school board. Majors and Colonels just ride around and frown. They don’t bother you none at all.
This next will kill Walt and Elmer with laughing.
I keep getting medals for shooting. I don’t know why. The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk and don’t move. And it ain’t shooting at you, like the Higgett boys at home. All you got to do is lie there all comfortable and hit it. You don’t even load your own cartridges. They come in boxes. Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to hurry and join before other fellers get into this setup and come stampeding in.
Your loving daughter,
Gail
P.S. Speaking of shooting, enclosed is $200 towards a new barn roof and ma’s teeth. The city boys shoot craps, but not very good.
Things To Do In An Office Meeting
1) Take notes in finger paint.
2) Bring a huge jar of Vaseline to the meeting. Display it prominently.
3) At sensitive moments, blow your nose raucously. Apologize for your sinus condition.
4) Laugh uproariously at a quip that was made 2 or 3 minutes ago. Say, “Oh, now I get it!”
5) Wear a disposable paper face mask. Tell the group: “Hey, you don’t want to catch what I’ve got!”
6) Check your watch very regularly, every 30 seconds or so.
7) Make a face like somebody beside you farted.
8) Stand up and act indignant. Demand that the boss tell you the real reason this meeting has been called.
9) Slowly slump in your seat. When you are about to fall off the chair, suddenly straighten up. Apologize profusely.
10) Spill coffee on the conference table. Produce a little paper boat and sail it down the table.
11) Complain loudly that your neighbor won’t stop touching you. Demand that the boss make him/her stop doing it.
12) Have someone deliver a large cardboard box to you in the conference room. Apologize while you sign for it. About half an hour later, have a different person deliver another one.
13) Remove your shoes and socks. Lay your socks on the table, turn each one inside out, and inspect them carefully. If anyone says anything, tell them “doctor’s orders.”
14) Roll your eyes at almost everything the boss says. If addressed directly, adopt a cowering posture and stammer pitifully as you reply. Ask that he or she “not hurt you anymore.”
14) During a meeting, each time the boss makes an important point, (or at least one he/she seems to consider important), make a little noise like you are building up to an orgasm.
15) Stay behind as everyone else, including the boss, leaves. Thank them for coming.
16) Every so often, duck under the table. Stare in horror. Pop back up and look real scared.
17) Bring a hand puppet, preferably an animal. Ask it to clarify difficult points.
18) Take your temperature every so often with a candy thermometer.
19) Distribute free condoms before or after the meeting.
20) Make all the stereotyped facial expressions to indicate that you are a psychiatrist administering psychoanalysis to the speaker. Take notes furiously.
21) Bring a pitcher of non-alcoholic beer to the meeting. As the meeting progresses, start slurring your speech. Belch loudly. Tell your co-workers you can’t help it. Start crying.
22) Have a timer that buzzes at intervals. When it goes off, take a pill from a pill case and gulp it down. If anyone asks, tell them it’s to “prevent the seizures.”
23) Lapse into a staring coma. Drool. Have a confederate wipe the spit from your lips, and say “It’s pitiful. But what can you do?”
24) At opportune times, stick an inhaler in your ear. Inhale deeply.
25)Ask your neighbor, nearer the speaker, to trade places with you “so you can hear better.” Gradually work your way up to the speaker. When you are as close as possible, stare up at them adoringly. After a while, change your expression to a frown, sigh heartbreakingly, and begin to stare into space.
26) Give a broad wink to someone else at the table. In time, wink at everyone. Sometimes shake your head just a little, as if to indicate that the speaker is slightly crazy and everybody knows it.
27) Wear shades and carry a walkie-talkie with an earphone. Once in a while, quietly say a few words into it.
28) Bring a doughnut cushion and use it. If anybody asks, say that your hemorrhoids are really acting up this week. Offer to share it if they really need it. Be embarrassingly persistent in your offer. Offer to show them how bad they are.
29) Wear brightly-colored earmuffs. Explain that “my ears tend to get real cold at these meetings.” Ask the speaker to please talk a little louder.
30) Stand up and start doing the Macarena. Forcibly wrestle yourself back into your chair. Look real embarrassed. Tell everybody “My doctor’s appointment is tomorrow.”
31) Bring a large box of Depends to the meeting. Stow them under the conference table. Explain to a neighbor: “Just in case.”
32) Bring a small mountain of computer printouts to the meeting. If possible, include some old-fashioned fanfold paper for dramatic effect. Every time the speaker makes a point, pretend to check it in one of the printouts. Pretend to find substantiating evidence there. Nod vigorously, and say “uh-huh, uh-huh!”
33) Bring a few telephone books. Add a few to sit on, adjusting your seat height until the top of your head is exactly one-half inch higher than the speaker’s. Explain that you sometimes have trouble seeing the presentation.
34) Arrange to have a poorly-dressed young woman with an infant quietly enter the meeting, stare directly at the (male) speaker for a while, burst into tears, then leave the room.
35) Play a game of jacks on the conference table. Explain that it helps you concentrate.
36) When there is a call for questions, lean back in your chair, prop your feet up on the table, smile contentedly, and say, “Well, here’s the way I see it, J.B…” (or any other impressive-sounding initials that are not actually your boss’s.)
Letter Of Recommendation
Bob Smith, my assistant programmer, can always be found
hard at work in his cubicle. Bob works independently, without
wasting company time talking to colleagues. Bob never
thinks twice about assisting fellow employees, and he always
finishes given assignments on time. Often, Bob takes extended
measures to complete his work, sometimes skipping coffee
breaks. Bob is an individual who has absolutely no
vanity in spite of his high accomplishments and profound
knowledge in his field. I firmly believe that Bob can be
classified as a high-caliber employee, the type that cannot be
dispensed with. Consequently, I duly recommend that Bob be
promoted to executive management, and a proposal will be
executed as soon as possible.
Regards,
Project Leader
KEEP READING…
Shortly thereafter, the HR department received the following memo from the Project Leader:
Sorry, but that idiot was reading over my shoulder while I wrote the report sent to you earlier today. Kindly read only the odd numbered lines for my assessment.
Regards,
Project Leader
What They Both Want & When
It’s proven that women’s preferences change:
At 20, they want a handsome man.
At 25, they want a successful man.
At 30, they want a wealthy man.
At 40, they want a strong man.
At 50, they want a faithful man.
Men’s thinking is simple and doesn’t change:
At 20, they want a young, beautiful girl…
At 25, they want a young, beautiful girl…
At 30, they want a young, beautiful girl…
At 40, they want a young, beautiful girl…
At 50, they still want a young, beautiful girl.
Conclusion: Men are consistent and stick to their preference.
Navajo Message To The Moon
When NASA was preparing for the Apollo Project, it took the astronauts to a Navajo reservation in Arizona for training. One day, a Navajo elder and his son came across the space crew walking among the rocks. The elder, who spoke only Navajo, asked a question.
His son translated for the NASA people: “What are these guys in the big suits doing?”
One of the astronauts said that they were practicing a trip to the moon.
When his son relayed this comment the Navajo elder got all excited and asked if it would be possible to give to the astronauts a message to deliver to the moon.
Recognizing a promotional opportunity when he saw one, a NASA official accompanying the astronauts said, “Why certainly!” and told an underling to get a tape recorder.
The Navajo elder’s comments into the microphone were brief. The NASA official asked the son if he would translate what his father had said.
The son listened to the recording and laughed uproariously. But he refused to translate.
So the NASA people took the tape to a nearby Navajo village and played it for other members of the tribe. They too laughed long and loudly but also refused to translate the elder’s message to the moon.
An official government translator was summoned. After he finally stopped laughing the translator relayed the message:
“Watch out for these assholes. They have come to steal your land.”
You Might Be A Redneck if…
• You’ve ever tried to drown a fish.
• You can yell to your mom, “Hey, Aunt Betty!”
• Your kids fight with the dogs for their dinner.
• You’ve ever stood in line to have your picture taken with a freak of nature.
• More than one living relative is named after a Southern Civil War general.
• Your boat has not left the driveway in 15 years.
• Your mother has been involved in a fist-fight at a high school sports event.
• None of your shirts cover your stomach.
• You consider a six-pack and a bug-zapper high-quality entertainment.
• You’ve ever been kicked out of the zoo for heckling the monkeys.
• You’ve ever bathed with flea and tick soap.
• Your family tree does not fork.
• Your baby’s first words are “Attention K-Mart shoppers.”
• You have a Hefty Bag for a passenger-side window.
• The fifth grade is referred to as “your senior year.”
• Three quarters of the clothes you own have logos on them.
• Your gene pool doesn’t have a “deep end.”
• You have the taxidermist’s number on speed-dial.
• Your dog and your wallet are both on a chain.
• The UFO hotline limits you to one call per day.
• Your two-year-old has more teeth than you do.
• You have ever been accused of lying through your tooth.
• Your underwear doubles as your bathing suit.
• You let you kid pee in the parking lot at K-Mart.
What Did He Think She Was Going To Say
I forgot to zip up my trousers, so a lady told me politely, “Sir, your garage is open”
I gave her naughty smile as I zip up and asked, “Did you see me RANGE ROVER parked inside?”
The lady smiled back and said, “No just one small TOYOTA with two Flat tires.”
I’m still crying












