a guy walks into a club and sits down. he starts dialing numbers on his hand, as if using a telephone, then holds an animated discussion with his fingers. the club owner notices and walks up to him. 'listen, buddy. this is a rough club. I don’t want any fights breaking out here, so you better stop that funny business of yours.'
the guy says, 'look, pal. I’m not trying to start anything. I’m just a high Tec guy I’ve had a phone inserted into my hand so I can always be contacted. whenever my wife or agent want to call me, they can, without the batteries dying. by the way, where’s the bathroom?' the club owner points the way and the guy walks off. after 20 minutes go by and the guy hasn’t emerged from the bathroom, the club owner starts to get a little worried. after all, the club attracted some rather nasty people sometimes. fearing the worst, he goes into the bathroom. he finds the guy leaning towards the wall, spread eagled. his pants are pulled down and he has a roll of toilet paper sticking out of his butt.
‘oh s-h-I-t!’ said the club owner. ‘did the rob you? Are you hurt?’
the guy turns and says, ’oh, I’m fine. I’m just waiting for a fax.’
2006-09-09
17:45:27
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