The Weasel Joke
So, these two weasels were sitting in the bar, nursing their umpteenth drinks. One would, tip his drink, set it down; the other would tip his drink, set it down. This went on for some time, until one abruptly stood up, waggled his finger in the face of the second weasel, and shrieked, “I’ve slept with your mother!”
The bar went silent. Several of the patrons casually looked about, marking the nearest exit. The second weasel said not a word, occasionally taking a tip of his drink. Soon, the first weasel sat back down, resumed drinking, and the conversations at the bar, interrupted by the drama, resumed.
Some time passed, the weasels refreshed their drinks, and, again, the first weasel again leapt to his feet, stuck his nose in the face of the other weasel, and bellowed, “I’ve slept with your mother! Several times!”
Dead silence again overtook the bar. A few of the earlier exit-surveying patrons signaled for their checks, or tossed a stack of bills onto the tables, and departed. The second weasel, sipping his drink, appeared unperturbed. Soon, the bellowing weasel sat back down, and resumed his drinking.
Slowly, hesitantly, the conversations about the bar resumed. Again, the one weasel staggered to his feet, pushed the other weasel in his shoulder, and sneered, “I’ve slept with your mother! And, it was good! Very, very good!”
The second weasel put down his drink. He regarded his companion for a moment, then pulled several bills from his pocket, and dropped them on the table. The silence in the bar was palpable. The second weasel got to his feet, and responded, “Dad, you’re drunk. Time to go home!”
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This happened in a little town, Norris Arm, in Newfoundland, and even though it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it’s absolutely true.
This fellow was on the side of the road hitchhiking on a very dark night in the middle of a terrible rainstorm, and no cars were on the road. The storm was so strong he could hardly see a few feet ahead of him. Suddenly, a car came toward him and stopped. Without thinking, he got in the car and closed the door and only then did he realize that there was nobody behind the wheel!
The car started to move very slowly. He looked at the road and saw a curve coming his way.? Petrified, he started to pray, begging for his life. Just before the car hit the curve, a hand suddenly appeared through the window and moved the steering wheel.
The fellow, now paralyzed in terror, watched as the hand appeared every time the car was approaching a curve. Finally, although terrified, he managed to open the door and jump out of the spooky car.
Without looking back, he ran through the storm all the way to the nearest town. Soaking wet; exhausted and in a state of utter shock the pale, visibly shaken man, walked into a nearby bar and asked for two shots of Screech. Then, still trembling with fright, he started telling everybody about the horrible experience he just went through with the spooky car with no driver and the mysterious hand that kept appearing. Everyone listened in silence and became frightened, hairs standing on end when they realized the fellow was telling the truth.
About half an hour later two guys walked into the same bar and one said to the other, ‘Lard Thundern Jasus, me son, there’s the arsehole who got into the car while we were pushing it!’
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A couple was going out for the evening to celebrate wife’s birthday. They’d gotten ready - all dolled up, cat put out, etc.
The taxi arrived, and as the couple walked out of their home, the cat shoots back into the house.
Not wanting their often rowdy cat to have free run of the house while they were out, the husband went back upstairs to chase the cat out.
The wife, not wanting it known that the house would be empty, explained to the taxi driver, “He’s just going upstairs to say goodbye to my mother.”
A few minutes later, the husband got into the car, and said, “Sorry I took so long” he says, “Stupid old thing was hiding under the bed and I had to poke her with a coat hanger to get her to come out!”
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So, there was this fellow, who was undergoing counseling. (isn’t everyone?)
One day, he arrived for his appointment, and seemed more morose than his baseline. The counselor asked him about it.
“Well, Doctor, it’s my brother. He thinks he’s a chicken. He crows at daybreak, he scratches in the dust for insects, he struts, and does that chicken chirp, and he sets himself on a perch, all night long, to sleep. Gotta tell you, the rest of the family is beginning to get concerned!”
“How long has he had this delusion?” asked the counselor.
The man looked pensive for a moment, and replied, “I guess, it’s been five, maybe six years, by now.”
“My God, man! What has taken you so long to seek help!”
The patient shrugged, and said, “Well, we really needed the eggs!”