Without a doubt, Monday's suck. Here at the Morale Office, we would like to try and make your Monday's just a little more bearable, by giving you a laugh to get you through the week. Therefore, every Sunday, the Morale Office will be posting a new joke, anecdote, or humourous comment on our Weekly Laugh Page, just to put a smile on your face and strength to fight yourself through the upcoming week.
If you have one such joke, something to put a smile on your fellow Imperials' faces, a bright note to start the week, then please forward it to A:MO/LG Rendl Dronshed at [email protected]. After all we always need a good laugh!
THIS BLONDE HAS JUST HAD THE BEST DAY OF
HER LIFE...
Submitted by Colonel Thrawn
This blonde has just had the best day of her life.
She's so happy that she wants to let the next person she sees know it. She gets on the
elevator of her apartment building and pushes her floor number. There is already a man on
the elevator, so the blonde decides to show him how happy she is.
She turns to the man and says "T-G-I-F."
The man just looks at her and says "S-H-I-T."
She turns away from the man, not sure what to do. Then she thinks to herself
"Well, maybe I just wasn't cheerful enough. Maybe I need to smile more."
So, she turns to the man with a little bit bigger smile on her face and says
"T-G-I-F."
Once again the man looks at her and says "S-H-I-T."
The blonde turns away again. She stands there for a second, and then begins to think
"Well, maybe I still wasn't cheerful enough. I'll just have to smile even
bigger."
So, she turns back to the man with a ridiculously huge grin on her face and says
"T-G-I-F."
Once again, the man only says "S-H-I-T."
This time the blonde decides to say something. She says to the man, "Sir, maybe
you don't understand. T-G-I-F means Thank Goodness It's Friday."
The man looks at her and says, "Maybe you don't understand. S-H-I-T means Sorry
Honey, It's Thursday!"
CATHOLICS
Submitted by Colonel Thrawn
Four Catholic ladies were having coffee. The first Catholic
woman tells her friends, "My son is a priest. When he walks into a room, everyone
calls him 'Father'."
The second Catholic woman chirps, "My son is a bishop. Whenever he walks into a room,
people call him 'Your Grace'."
The third Catholic crone says, "My son is a cardinal. Whenever he walks into
a room, people say, 'Your Eminence'."
Since the fourth Catholic woman sips her coffee in silence, the first three women give her
this subtle "Well....?"
So she replies,"My son is a gorgeous, 6'2" hard-bodied stripper. When he walks
into a room,people say,'Oh, my God...' "
BUBBA
Submitted by Colonel Thrawn
Emily Sue passed away and Bubba called 911. The
911 operator told Bubba that she would send someone out right away.
"Where do you live?" asked the operator.
Bubba replied, "At the end of Eucalyptus Drive."
The operator asked, "Can you spell that for me?"
There was a long pause and finally Bubba said, "How 'bout if I drag her over to
Oak Street and you pick her up there?"
Well that's it for this week folks. I would like to thank Colonel Thrawn for his submissions. Be sure to check back as I will be updating this page weekly. And don't forget to send your suggestions in.
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