Last Meal

An infamous killer is on death row. He is allowed one last meal an hour before he dies. So the guy asks if he can have his favorite food. He wants Mexican. The guards give him what he wants. An hour goes by and it is time for his death. One guard asks if he had any last words. The guy replies, "Yeah... pull my finger."

Rich Aroma

I've just read an article about a 91 year old woman who lives with 130 cats. The smell of piss and shit must be horrendous. I don't know how the cats put up with it.

Sister Ann

"Sister Ann, aren't you putting on a little weight?" inquired Father Dan during his visit to the convent, suspiciously eyeing her bulging stomach. "Why, no Father," answered the nun demurely, "It's just a little gas." A few months later Father Dan put the same question to the nun noticing her habit barely fit across her belly. "Oh, just a bit of gas," said sister Ann, blushing a bit. On his next visit Father Dan was walking down the corridor when he passed Sister Ann wheeling a baby carriage. Looking in, the priest observed, "Cute little Fart!"