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The Fourplex Fire

In South Los Angeles, a fourplex was destroyed by fire. A Nigerian family of six con artists lived on the first floor, and all six died in the fire. A black Islamic group of seven welfare cheaters, all illegally in the country from Kenya, lived on the second floor, and they, too, all perished in the fire. Six Los Angeles gangbanger ex-cons lived on the third floor and they died as well. One white couple lived on the top floor. The couple survived the fire.

Jesse Jackson, John Burris, and Al Sharpton were furious. They flew to Los Angeles and met with the fire chief on television. They loudly demanded to know why the Nigerians, Muslims, and gangbangers all died in the fire, and only the white couple survived. The fire chief said, "Please don't get upset. The reason those fellow citizens survived was because they were at work."

Texas Sheriff Exam

A young Texan grew up wanting to be a lawman. He grew up big, 6' 2", strong as a longhorn, and fast as a mustang. He could shoot a bottle cap tossed in the air at 40 paces. When he finally came of age, he applied to where he had only dreamed of working: the West Texas Sheriff's Department. 

After a series of tests and interviews, the Chief Deputy finally called him into his office for the young man's last interview. The Chief Deputy said, "You're a big strong kid and you can really shoot. So far your qualifications all look good, but we have, what you might call, an "Attitude Suitability Test", that you must take before you can be accepted.

We just don't let anyone carry our badge, son."

Then, sliding a service pistol and a box of ammo across the desk, the Chief said, "Take this pistol and go out and shoot:

six illegal aliens,

six lawyers,

six meth dealers,

six Muslim extremists,

six Democrats,

and a rabbit."

"Why the rabbit?" queried the applicant.

"You pass," said the Chief Deputy. "When can you start?"

Funny Thought - Obama Moving into White House

Well, I was just thinking about all the possible things that could make Obama comfortable in the White House.

  1. Putting graffiti on the walls of the White House that says, "Cheney was here!"
  2. Changing the president's theme from "Hail to the Chief," to the Jeffersons' show's theme song, "We're moving on up."

Hillary's Truck

I took a new Silverado out for a test drive. The sales lady seemed nice, mid 30's with a 'Hillary for President' button on her jacket. She sat in the passenger seat describing the truck and all its options. The entertainment system was voice operated and could 'read' your email and text messages to you. She explained that the seats directed warm air to your butt in the winter and cool air to your butt in the summer heat. Feeling like messing with her, I mentioned that this must be a Republican truck.  Looking a bit angry, she asked why I thought it was a Republican truck? I explained that if it were Hillary's truck, the seats would blow smoke up your ass all year-round and it would have a built-in server so you could hide emails from your wife. I had to walk back to the dealership. Bitch had no sense of humor.

Hillary's Tough Questions

Hillary Clinton goes to a gifted-student primary school in New York to talk about the world. After her talk she offers question time.

One little boy puts up his hand. Hillary asks him what his name is. "Kenneth," he says. "And what is your question, Kenneth?" she asks.

"I have three questions," he says.

"1st -- why didn't you send help to our people in Benghazi?

2nd -- why did you risk our national security by using a non-protected consumer grade email account? Were you hiding something?

3rd -- With your poor health history of fainting & blacking out, how could you possibly handle stressful situations in hot crowded rooms as President?

Just then the bell rings for recess. Hillary informs the kiddies that they will continue after recess. When they resume Hillary says, "Okay, where were we? Oh, that's right, question time. Who has a question?"

A different boy -- little Johnny -- puts his hand up.

Hillary points to him and asks, "And what is your question?

"I have five questions," he says.

"1st -- why didn't you send help to our people in Benghazi?

2nd -- why did you risk our national security by using a non-protected consumer grade email account? Were you hiding something?

3rd -- With your poor health history of fainting & blacking out, how could you possibly handle stressful situations in hot crowded rooms as President?

4th -- why did the recess bell go off 20 minutes early?"

And 5th -- where's Kenneth?"