Pajama Jokes

Thursday night her husband comes home and says that he has been invited on a fishing trip this weekend with his boss and it would get him the bounse that he had been waiting for.
So if she would pack his bag and put out his tackle box in the morning he would pick it up and would se be sure to pack his new blue silk pajama's.
the wife thinking that it was alittle fishy she did as he said.
when her husband came home he said they had caught a lot of fish. But then asked why she had not packed his new blue silk pajama's?
I did the wife said they were in your tackel box!

Firaq Gorakhpuri, the doyen of Urdu shairi, is often pestered by aspiring poets to write prefaces for their works. One such poet who was oversure of himself approached Firaq and by way of self-introduction said:' Firaq Sahib, my poems have been published in all the leading Urdu magazines and journals in the country. No doubt you must have read many of them.'
Firaq replied: All these magazines and journals you speak of also carry advertisements of medicines to cure piles; do you expect me to have read all these?' (Incidentally, Firaq suffered from piles and some of his jokes are about the pain they caused him in his fundament.)
Once at a mushaira, while other poets were reciting their compositions, the cord of Firaq's pajama snapped. When his turn came, he proceeded to recite while sitting down. The crowd clamoured.' Please get up and come to the mike.' Firaq stayed glued to his takia and replied,' Khawateen-o-Hazrat (ladies and gentlemen), the cord of my pajama has snapped. more...

In keeping with all self-respecting vehicles owned by traveling salesmen, Ed's car broke down in the middle of a blizzard, and he trudged to a nearby farmhouse. The farmer, being up in his lines, said: "We're short of beds, but you can sleep with my daughter." She proved to be eighteen, sloe-eyed and a strapping figure of healthy young womanhood. So they went to bed. And shortly, Ed made a pass at the daughter.
"Stop that!" she said. "I'll call my father." He desisted. But half an hour later he made another attempt.
"Uh, stop. . . that," she said. "I'll call my father." But she moved closer to him, so he made a third try. This time, no protest, no threat. Just as Ed, satisfied, was about to drowse off, she tugged at his pajama. sleeve.
"Could we do that again?" she asked. Ed obliged, and this time fell asleep, only to be awakened by the tug at his sleeve.; "Again?" And again Ed obliged. But when his more...