The husband laughs and says, “An English girl !!!”

The woman kept quiet and left.

Two weeks later he picks her up in the airport and asks, “So, honey, how was the trip?”

“Very good, thank you.”

“And, what happened to my present?”

“Which present?” She asked?

“The one I asked for- the English girl!!”

“Oh, that” she said, “Well, I did what I could, now we have to wait a few months to see if it is a girl !!!”

Then she stayed while he quietly ate and berated him with a constant stream of nagging and complaining. Suddenly, Joe’s old mule kicked up his back legs, striking her in the head, and killing her instantly.

At the wake, Joe’s minister noticed that when the women offered sympathy to Joe he would nod his head up and down. But when the men came up and spoke quietly to him, he would shake his head from side to side.

When the wake was over and all the mourners had left, the minister approached Joe and asked, “Why was it that you nodded your head up and down to all the women and shook your head from side to side to all the men?”

“Well,” Joe replied, “The women all said how nice she looked, and her dress was so pretty, so I agreed by nodding my head up and down. The men all asked, “Is that mule for sale?”

“Careful… Careful!!! Put in some more butter! Oh my God! You’re cooking too many at once. Too many! Turn them! Turn them now! We need more butter. Oh my God! Where are we going to get more butter? They’re going to stick! Careful… Careful!!! I said be careful! You never listen to me when you’re cooking! Never! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you crazy? Have you lost your mind? Don’t forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt them. Use the salt. Use the salt! The salt!”

The wife stared at him and asked, “What the heck is wrong with you? You think I don’t know how to fry a couple of eggs?”

The husband calmly replied, “I wanted to show you what it feels like when I’m driving with you in the car.”

The cop says, “What the hell is going on?”

The girl says, “This is my date. When I told him I wouldn’t spend the night with him, he started pounding down the booze. Now, he’s too drunk to drive me home, so I’m trying to sober him up by making him puke.”

The cop says, “That’s not going to make him puke.”

She says, “Yeah? Wait till I switch this finger to his mouth.”

He tells the salesman, “I would like to buy a pair of pink curtains.”

The salesman assured him that they had a large selection of pink curtains. He showed him several patterns, but Santa seemed to be having a hard time choosing.

Finally, he selects a lovely pink floral print.

The salesman asked what size curtains he needed.

Santa replies, “Fifteen inches.”

“Fifteen inches?” asked the salesman. “That sounds very small, what room are they for?”

Santa tells him that they aren’t for a room, they are for his computer monitor.

The surprised salesman replies, “But, sir, computers do not have curtains!”

Santa says, “Hellllooooooooo……..I’ve got Windows!”

“Greetings! How is it going?” says Santa.

“Wonderful!” says Banta, “I have discovered an important fact about the local language! Watch!”

He points at a palm tree and says, “What is that?”

The natives, in unison, say, “Umbalo-gong!”

He then points at a rock and says, “And that?”

The natives again intone, “Umbalo-gong!”

“You see!”, says the beaming Banta, “They use the SAME word for ‘rock’ and for ‘palm tree’!”

“That is truly amazing!” says the astonished Santa, “On the other island, the same word means ‘index finger’!”

Both lay there, machines pinging, tubes poking etc. a couple more weeks before one of them had the strength to raise his hand and point to himself and say, “Bengali.”

The other patient signaled he had heard, raised his own hand, and said, “Punjabi.”

This act tired them out so badly it was a week before the first summoned up the strength to say, “Calcutta.”

Other replied in a weedy frail voice, “Ludhiana.”

Once more, the strain was too much for them both and they passed out. Days passed before the first patient managed to again point to himself and say, “Asit.”

Replied the other, “Santa.”

A few hours later, Asit managed to point to himself again and rasp out weakly, “Cancer.”

Santa responded, “Sagittarius.”

The old man exclaims, “That’s ours?”

St. Peter says “Yes, it is yours, forever and ever.”

The old man is a little suspicious and says, “How much is the rent?”

St. Peter says, “It is free. After all, this is heaven.”

Across the street is an expansive golf course with beautifully manicured lawn, interesting layout, and fun golf carts.

St. Peter says, “You can play here whenever you want.”

The old man says, “What are the green fees?”

St. Peter replies, “None. After all, this is heaven.”

The old man is very impressed. They go inside the house and on the dining room table is a gigantic feast with roasted meats, desserts, fine wine and all the fixings.

The old man says, “How many calories?”

St. Peter says, “None. After all, this is heaven.”

The old man gets a look on his face like he suddenly understands what heaven is all about.

Then the old man suddenly turns and slaps the old woman, yelling, “You stupid witch! If it weren’t for your damn bran muffins and tofu and other health food, not to mention making me give up booze and cigarettes and take exercise every day, we could have been here YEARS ago!”