Boxer Jokes / Recent Jokes
Loping down a Manhattan street, the boxer stopped and wagged his tail in friendly greeting at a Russian wolfhound, likewise unencumbered by collar or leash.
"How do you like America?" he asked.
"Well, it's different from my homeland," said the wolfhound. "In Russia I eat bones dipped in vodka and caviar. In Russia I have my own doghouse made of rare Siberian woods. In Russia I sleep on a rug made of thick warm ermine."
"Then why did you come to America?"
"I like to bark once in a while."
Q. What do they call a boxer who gets beat up in a fight?
A. A sore loser.
Lost!!
Once upon a time there was a blonde. Sometimes she didn't think that words matched their definitions.
She didn't like the word house, for instance. When she bought a house, she went ahead and named it HairyAss. Not knowing the real meaning of this word, she loved it.
One day she got a little boxer puppy. It was beautiful, a showdog!
Once again, she didn't like the word dog. She renamed it Crack.
One day she couldn't find her prized boxer, and she panicked. She ran all over the neighborhood screaming and waving her arms.
An officer pulled over.
"What's the matter miss?"
The blonde looked at him, tears streaming down her face.
"Officer, you've GOT to help me. I have looked all over my HairyAss, and I can't find my beautiful little Crack!!!"