what does a 747 have in common with a girl that dyes her hair blonde?
they both have a black box
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An Italian, an Irishman and a Chinese fellow are hired at a
construction site.
The foreman points to a huge pile of sand and says to the
Italian guy, "You\'re in charge of sweeping." To the Irishman he
says "You\'re in charge of shovelling." To the Chinese guy,
"You\'re in charge of supplies."
He then says "Now, I have to leave for a little while. I expect
you guys to make a dent in that there pile."
So the foreman goes away for a couple hours, but when he returns
the pile of sand is untouched.
He says to the Italian: "Why didn\'t you sweep any of it!?" The
Italian replies in a heavy accent, "I no gotta broom, an\' you
tella me dat de Chinese\'a guy supposa bringa da supplies, but he
disappear and I no finda him."
Then the foreman turns to the Irishman and asks why he didn\'t
shovel. The Irishman replies in his heavy brogue, "Aye, ye did
lad, but I counna get meself a shovel. Ye left the Chinese guy
in charge of supplies, but I counna fin\' him."
The foreman is really angry now, and storms off toward the pile
of sand looking for the Chinese guy.
Just then, the Chinese guy springs out from behind the pile of
sand and yells...
"Supplies" ! ! ! ! ! !
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Thor, the Viking God of Thunder, and Odin, King Of The Gods are enjoying a flagon of mead in Valhalla, the Norse heaven.
Suddenly, Thor turns to Odin. "You know, my Lord," he says, thoughtfully thumbing his huge mystical hammer. "being a god is brilliant, but it\'s been a millennium since I had any sex."
Odin nodded and pondered for a while.
Raising his mighty head, he took pity on his melon-sacked subordinate.
"Go to Earth, 0 Thor," he replied. "Find thyself there what they call a \'lady of the night. Treat her to your manly pleasures."
Bowing gracefully, Thor retired and followed Odin\'s advice, before
returning the next night.
"My Lord," he said, grinning from ear to ear, "You were right - it was wonderful. We had passionate sex 37 times!"
"37 times?" exclaimed Odin. "That poor woman! Mere mortals cannot endure such treatment. You must go and apologize!"
Humbled, Thor went back down to earth and found the aforementioned prostitute.
"I\'m sorry about last night," he apologized. "But you see, I\'m Thor."
"You\'re Thor?" shouted the girl, "What about me? I can\'t even pith."