More Jokes

WIFE: "What would you do if I died? Wouldyou get married again?"
HUSBAND: "Definitely not!"
WIFE: "Why not - don't you like being married?"
HUSBAND: "Of course I do."
WIFE: "Then why wouldn't you remarry?"
HUSBAND: "Okay, I'd get married again."
WIFE: "You would? (with a hurtful look on her face).
HUSBAND: (makes audible groan).
WIFE: "Would you live in our house?"
HUSBAND: "Sure, it's a great house."
WIFE: "Would you sleep with her in our bed?"
HUSBAND: "Where else would we sleep?"
WIFE: "Would you let her drive my car?"
HUSBAND: "Probably, it is almost new."
WIFE: "Would you replace my pictures with hers?"
HUSBAND: "That would seem like the proper thing to do."
WIFE: "Would she use my golf clubs?"
HUSBAND: "No, she's left-handed."
WIFE: - - -silence - -
HUSBAND: "Shit."


A sardarji comes up to the Pakistan border on his bike. He's got two large bags over his shoulders.
The guard Iqbal stops him and says,"What's in the bags?"
"Sand," answered the sardji.
Iqbal says, "We'll just see about that. Get off the bike."
Iqbal's guard takes the bags and rips them apart; he empties them out and finds nothing in them but sand. He detains the sardaji overnight and has the sand analyzed, only to discover that there is nothing but pure sand in the bags. Iqbal releases the sardaji, puts the sand into new bags,hefts them onto the sardarji's shoulders, and lets him cross the border.
A week later, the same thing happens.
Iqbal asks, "What have you got?"
"Sand," says the Sardaji.
Iqbal does his thorough examination and discovers that the bags contain nothing but sand. He gives the sand back to the sardaji, and crosses the border on his bike. This sequence of events if repeated every day for three years. Finally, the sardaji, doesn't show up one day and the guard meets him
In a 'dhaba' in Islamabad. Hey, Buddy," says Iqbal, "I know you are smuggling something. It's driving me crazy. It's all I think about...I can't sleep. Just between you and me, what are you smuggling?"
The sardaji, sips his Lassi and says, "Bikes."