Two blondes are working on a house. One of them, who’s nailing down siding, has been reaching into her pouch, pulling out a nail, and either tossing it over her shoulder or nailing it in. The second blonde, figuring this was worth looking into, asks, “Hey—how come you’re throwing half the nails over your shoulder?
The first blonde explains, “If I pull a nail out of my pouch and it’s pointed toward me, I throw it away because it’s defective. If it’s pointed toward the house, then I nail it in.”
“You moron!” the second blonde yells. “The nails pointed toward you aren’t defective. They’re for the other side of the house.”

A Texan, a New Yorker, and a Bostonian are sitting together in a bar in the Yukon. The Texan tosses back his shot of tequila, throws the half-full bottle up in the air, pulls out a gun, and blows it to pieces. The other two, shocked, just stare at the Texan. He explains, “Where I come from, we have plenty of tequila.”
The New Yorker, not to be outdone, finishes his glass of wine, tosses the half-full bottle up in the air, pulls out a gun, and blows it apart. “Where I come from,” he explains, “we have plenty of fine wine.”
The Boston guy slowly drinks the last drop of his beer, tosses the empty bottle in the air, pulls out a gun, and shoots the New Yorker between the eyes. He then catches the bottle on the way down. “Where I come from,” he says slowly, “we never waste booze—and we have plenty of New Yorkers.”

Q: Moms have Mother’s Day and dads have Father’s Day. What do single guys have?
A: Palm Sunday.

Two Canadians are sitting in a bar getting bored, so they decide to play twenty questions. The first Canadian tries to think of a subject for his friend to guess and, after a little pondering, comes up with “moose cock.” He tells his friend he’s ready to play.
“OK,” says the second Canadian. “Is it something good to eat?”
The first Canadian thinks for a moment, then laughs and replies, “Sure, I guess you could eat it.”
The second Canadian says, “Is it a moose cock?”

Paul tries to take his friend hunting, but when they get to his favorite hunting spot, they find “No Trespassing” signs everywhere. Paul tells his friend to wait in the car and walks up to the nearby farmhouse. The farmer answers the door, and Paul says, “Sir, I’ve hunted on this property all my life, but now I notice you have a bunch of signs up. I wanted to see if it was still OK for me to hunt here.”
The farmer scratches his chin for a bit and says, “I’ll make you a deal. We’ve got this cow out back that we have to kill for food, but we’ve grown too attached to it. If you go out back and shoot my cow, I’ll let you hunt on my property.”
Walking back to the car, Paul decides to play a joke on his friend. “That old bastard won’t let us hunt on his property,” he tells him. “I’m going to shoot his cow!” He then walks over to the side of the house and-BLAM!
Suddenly two more shots ring out behind him, and his friend runs up, yelling, “I got the cat and dog too! Let’s get the hell out of here!”