Tasteless Humor 3, Lord How Many More?

Tasteless post of the year so far.

 

Still too soon?

 

We have yet to plumb the total depths of tasteless.

 

GOP nutjob Congressman Madison Cawthorn is threatening take up arms against fellow Americans



Good luck with that!

 

OMG!!! This was an actual emphatic objection to wearing masks in Florida at a school board meeting.

"Maybe wearing masks is what is putting all of those people in the hospital!!! Have you thought of that?!??!?"

OMFG. I honestly wonder what it must be like to be one of these people. I can't even imagine the world as they see it. They almost seem like aliens.

 

The Florida school system admins should hang their heads in shame.

But then again, the person may have moved there from Texas and it wasn't their fault.

 

Very popular, people are dying to get into one of those.

 

trump tweeted so much nonsense that you can try to imagine anything some right wing idiot would say and trump probably said it.

He never disappoints.

 

Unless it was right after he become President.

Some thought he might actually grow in the Office.

 

Just think, the US are now leaderless.

 

That's food for thought....oh....hang on

 

I think you mean the US IS now leaderless?

Home schooled I assume?

 

The old TV show House has some great lines

Psychiatrist: Why do you value your failures more than your successes?
House: My mother caught me masturbating to pictures of her mother.

 

He was a grumpy old bloke wasn’t he?

 

Hugh Laurie was masterful in creating a lovable ******.

 

No they aren't, but Leaderless would still be better than Trump

 

I have never seen such stupidity as the Biden administration.

 

Trust me, you've seen far worse, it just failed to register.

 

Which planet were you staying on during the regime of YOUR biggest *LOSER*?

 

Barry walks into a bar with a newt on his shoulder. The barmaid looks at the creature and asks the man what he calls it. 'Tiny', answers Barry. 'Why's that?' enquires the barmaid. 'Because he's my newt' concludes Barry.

 

A golfer playing in Ireland hooked his drive into the woods. Looking for his ball, he found a little Leprechaun flat on his back, a big bump on his head and the golfer's ball beside him.

Horrified, the golfer got his water bo! ttle from the cart and poured it over the little guy, reviving him.
'Arrgh! What happened?' the Leprechaun asked.
'I'm afraid I hit you with my golf ball,' the golfer says.
'Oh, I see. Well, ye got me fair and square. Ye get three wishes, so whaddya want?'
'Thank God, you're all right!' the golfer answers in relief. 'I don't want anything, I'm just glad you're OK, and I apologize.'
And the golfer walks off.
'What a nice guy,' the Leprechaun says to himself.
I have to do something for him. I'll give him the three things I would want... a great golf game, all the money he ever needs, and a fantastic sex life.'
A year ! goes by and the golfer is back. On the same hole, he again hits a bad drive into the woods and the Leprechaun is there waiting for him.
'Twas me that made ye hit the ball here,' the little guy says. 'I just want to ask ye, how's yer golf game?'
'My game is fantastic!' the golfer answers. I'm an internationally famous golfer now.' He adds, 'By the way, it's good to see you're all right.'
'Oh, I'm fine now, thank ye. I did that fer yer golf game, you know. And tell me, how's yer money situation?'
'Why, it's just wonderful!' the golfer states. 'When I need cash, I jus! t reach in my pocket and pull out $100 bills I didn't even know were there!'
'I did that fer ye also.' And tell me, how's yer sex life?'
The golfer blushes, turns his head away in embarrassment, and say! s shyly, 'It's OK.'
C'mon, c'mon now,' urged the Leprechaun, 'I'm wanting to know if I did a good job. How many times a week?'
Blushing even more, the golfer looks around then whispers, 'Once, sometimes twice a week.'
'What??' responds the Leprechaun in shock. 'That's all? Only once or twice a week?'
'Well,' says the golfer, 'I figure that's not bad for a Catholic priest in a small parish

 

Hospital regulations require a wheel chair for patients being discharged. However, while working as a student nurse, I found one elderly gentleman already dressed and sitting on the bed with a suitcase at his feet, who insisted he didn't need my help to leave the hospital.
After a chat about rules being rules, he reluctantly let me wheel him to the elevator.
On the way down I asked him if his wife was meeting him.
'I don't know,' he said. 'She's still upstairs in the bathroom changing out of her hospital gown.'