Did you catch the History Channel's exploration of comedy? I hope there're no legal ramifications to this, but there were some great jokes:

The great thing about this country is our ability to laugh at ourselves. And by ourselves, I mean you, and by laugh, I mean invade.

My wife asked me if I was going behind her back. I said "Who the hell do you think it was?"

"Mr. Williams, why are there no funny Germans?" Robbin Williams: "Because you killed them all."

A guy goes into a bar. He sees an attractive women and sidles up to her. "I find you quite attractive and just wondered if you'd like to go with me to my place or yours." "Ok, that'd be fine," she say. "One thing," he says, "I'd like to do something really really kinky." "Oh that's quite all right," she says. So they go to her place and have straight sex, just regular stratight sex. "That was wonderful," she said, "but I thought you wanted to do something really really kinky. "Well," he said, "while you weren't looking, I crapped in your purse.

"Well," he said, "while you weren't looking, I crapped in your purse.


hey chas,... that un might balong on streets thing.

“Do you like war?” That’s the question my son posed to me last night. Kids say the goddamdest things, don’t they? “Well, no,” I said; “it’s a terrible waste of people and resources and a cause of a lot of needless grief.

“Then again, though, after it’s done, it sure does seem to have a tremendous entertainment value. I swear there have been more hours of entertainment based on WWII and seen by more people than were involved in the original. WWII has paid for itself in entertainment value. It’s a sad commentary on the human condition.”

Case in point. My son has been looking forward all week to the History Channel’s new series on the Enterprise, which promises detailed computer graphics of its battles. Oh wow. That’s going to be so neat. Er, I mean, that might provide some interesting glimpses of some of the crucial battles of the Pacific theater, to which the History Channel has promised us front row seats.

There's these two Irishmen standing on a street corner, see. One of them recognizes an Espiscopalian minister emerging from a brothel across the street. "Will you look at that," he says. "I trust our man of the cloth hasn't used his cloth for cleaning up after himself there."

A bit later on they notice a Presbiterian minister emerging from the same establishment. "What is this?" one wonders out loud, "half-off night for the pious?"

Just then, they noitce a Catholic father emerging. "Oh my," one says; "one of them poor girls must have died.