Newspaper

Newspaper Jokes

Q: Why did the chicken cross the road?

A: To get the Chinese Daily!

Get it? I don't either--I get the New York Times!

Parents: Why do you use your phone on the toilet?

Me: The same reason you read the newspaper on the toilet.

๐Ÿค” What do Polish people ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฑ ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฑ ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฑ in Poland do with ๐Ÿ“ฐ ๐Ÿ“ฐ ๐Ÿ“ฐ ๐Ÿ“ฐ newspapers ๐Ÿ“ฐ ๐Ÿ“ฐ ๐Ÿ“ฐ ๐Ÿ“ฐ after they are done reading them? use them for toilet paper ๐Ÿงป ๐Ÿงป ๐Ÿงป ๐Ÿงป ๐Ÿ˜† ๐Ÿ˜„

why did the banana go to the doctor.because she felt peely๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜…

what is black and white and red all over? newspaper.๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜…

Are you a toaster? 'Cause I wanna take a bath with you.

Are you a knife? 'Cause you make me wanna KMS.

Are you a painting? 'Cause I hang you.

Are you the flu? 'Cause you make me wanna hurl.

Are you a newspaper? 'Cause you have new problems every day.

Are you the ground? 'Cause I'm six feet deep in you ;)

A woman decides to have a face lift for her 50th birthday.

She spends $15,000 and looks sensational. On her way home, she stops at a news stand to buy a newspaper. Before leaving, she says to the clerk, โ€œI hope you donโ€™t mind my asking, but how old do you think I am?โ€

โ€œAbout 32,โ€ is the reply.

โ€œNope! Iโ€™m exactly 50,โ€ the woman says happily.

A little while later she goes into McDonaldโ€™s and asks the counter girl the very same question.

The girl replies, โ€œIโ€™d guess about 29.โ€ The woman replies with a big smile, โ€œNope, Iโ€™m 50.โ€

Now sheโ€™s feeling really good about herself. She stops at a candy shop on her way down the street.

She goes up to the counter to get some mints and asks the assistant the same burning question.

The clerk responds, โ€œOh, Iโ€™d say 30.โ€

Again she proudly responds, โ€œIโ€™m 50, but thank you!โ€

While waiting for the bus to go home, she asks an old man waiting next to her the same question.

He replies, โ€œLady, Iโ€™m 78 and my eyesight is going. Although, when I was young there was a sure-fire way to tell how old a woman was. It sounds very forward, but it requires you to let me put my hands under your bra. Then, and only then I can tell you EXACTLY how old you are.โ€

They wait in silence on the empty street until her curiosity gets the better of her. She finally blurts out, โ€œWhat the hell, go ahead.โ€

He slips both of his hands under her blouse and begins to feel around very slowly and carefully. He bounces and weighs each breast and he gently pinches each nipple. He pushes her breasts together and rubs them against each other.

After a couple of minutes of this, she says, โ€œOkay, okay... How old am I?โ€

He completes one last squeeze of her breasts, removes his hands, and says, โ€œMadam, you are 50.โ€

Stunned and amazed, the woman says, โ€œThat was incredible, how could you tell?โ€

โ€œI was behind you at McDonaldsโ€™."