When I was growing up, and through a good part of my business career, joke telling was an appreciated and valued skill. My Dad was quite a master. I can recall dinner guests laughing so hard that they couldn't take a breath. Though I never had his skill, I have always enjoyed jokes and telling jokes. All of a sudden the universe changed, and we began to become "the nation of the eternally offended" with sensitivity to virtually everything. I was standing with some work friends at a business meeting reception, all of us with drink in hand, telling jokes. An individual walked over to the corner where we were standing and joined the group, then announced that our jokes were offensive, but made no move to leave. We were amazed. Sure enough, pretty soon there were darn few jokes told at business affairs, and then, only among close friends in private.
I was delighted to find a steady flow of jokes on this site -- I suppose it is member age and demographics, but it is a most enjoyable flashback to freer days. I told one of my joke telling business buddies (who hasn't retired yet) that I had hit the Mother Lode and have been sending him a selection of the best jokes harvested from the Hedgehog every week. Many thanks to you who post them -- I suspect I am not the only one who passes them on. You have a broader audience than you know and are keeping a tradition alive! Cheers!

When I was growing up, and through a good part of my business career, joke telling was an appreciated and valued skill. My Dad was quite a master. I can recall dinner guests laughing so hard that they couldn't take a breath. Though I never had his skill, I have always enjoyed jokes and telling jokes. All of a sudden the universe changed, and we began to become "the nation of the eternally offended" with sensitivity to virtually everything. I was standing with some work friends at a business meeting reception, all of us with drink in hand, telling jokes. An individual walked over to the corner where we were standing and joined the group, then announced that our jokes were offensive, but made no move to leave. We were amazed. Sure enough, pretty soon there were darn few jokes told at business affairs, and then, only among close friends in private.
I was delighted to find a steady flow of jokes on this site -- I suppose it is member age and demographics, but it is a most enjoyable flashback to freer days. I told one of my joke telling business buddies (who hasn't retired yet) that I had hit the Mother Lode and have been sending him a selection of the best jokes harvested from the Hedgehog every week. Many thanks to you who post them -- I suspect I am not the only one who passes them on. You have a broader audience than you know and are keeping a tradition alive! Cheers!

I'm male, but I love jokes about male foibles and female superiority. I'm half Polish, but I still tell "Polak" jokes. My other ethnicity is Russian, and I love Russian-bashing jokes. I just turned 80, but I both tell and listen to jokes about the bitter humor of aging. And, I must sheepishly confess, I'm especially fond of what many folks call "sick" humor. Not to worry, though. I reserve the truly sick stuff for close friends. For strangers, the following sample is as sick as I get:
Great, loved it. I'm in my 80s also.


Man walks into a bar. He notices a jar with money in it over the bar. He asks the bartender what the money is for.

Bartender says, "Oh, we've got ourselves a contest here, y'see...You pay $10, but if you meet all 3 challenges, you win all the money."

"What's the contest?" the man asks.

"First, you've gotta knock out Bruno with one shot," the bartender says - pointing to the 6'6, 300 lb dim-witted bouncer. "Then, we take you out back to the kennel, where our Doberman has an impacted wisdom tooth, and you have to remove it. Finally, you have to have sex with Agnes," he continues, pointing to a mummy-like elderly woman in the corner, "until she has an orgasm."

"Screw that," the man says. "That's way too tough!" But, a few drinks in, he's gotten his Irish courage up, and he drops his $10 in the jar.

He leaps up, ranunsver to Bruno and - summoning all his strength, catches the bouncer completely by surprise, knocking him out with one punch. The crowd, sensing the possibilities, begins cheering him on, as they lead him to the back kennel.

Once the door is shut, the crowd hears horrible growling sounds coming from the dog, punctuated, finally, by a loud *squeal*.

The door opens, the man steps out and says,

"OK, now take me to that old lady with the bad tooth"

I'm male, but I love jokes about male foibles and female superiority. I'm half Polish, but I still tell "Polak" jokes. My other ethnicity is Russian, and I love Russian-bashing jokes. I just turned 80, but I both tell and listen to jokes about the bitter humor of aging. And, I must sheepishly confess, I'm especially fond of what many folks call "sick" humor. Not to worry, though. I reserve the truly sick stuff for close friends. For strangers, the following sample is as sick as I get:


Man walks into a bar. He notices a jar with money in it over the bar. He asks the bartender what the money is for.

Bartender says, "Oh, we've got ourselves a contest here, y'see...You pay $10, but if you meet all 3 challenges, you win all the money."

"What's the contest?" the man asks.

"First, you've gotta knock out Bruno with one shot," the bartender says - pointing to the 6'6, 300 lb dim-witted bouncer. "Then, we take you out back to the kennel, where our Doberman has an impacted wisdom tooth, and you have to remove it. Finally, you have to have sex with Agnes," he continues, pointing to a mummy-like elderly woman in the corner, "until she has an orgasm."

"Screw that," the man says. "That's way too tough!" But, a few drinks in, he's gotten his Irish courage up, and he drops his $10 in the jar.

He leaps up, runs over to Bruno and - summoning all his strength, catches the bouncer completely by surprise, knocking him out with one punch. The crowd, sensing the possibilities, begins cheering him on, as they lead him to the back kennel.

Once the door is shut, the crowd hears horrible growling sounds coming from the dog, punctuated, finally, by a loud *squeal*.

The door opens, the man steps out and says,

"OK, now take me to that old lady with the bad tooth"