Pale Jokes

John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose. His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind. In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She now lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond. The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War II. During the next year and one month the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A romance was budding. Blanchard more...

There was a Irishman, Mexican, and a blond guy, who were construction workers and they were working on top of a building. It was lunch time and the Irsh man opens his lunch pail and he gets cabbage and beef and he says, "If I get one more beef and cabage for lunch I'm gonna jump off of this building."
Then the Mexican opens his lunch pail and he gets a burrito, he says if I get one more burrito for lunch I'm gonna jump off this building. The blond man opens his lunch pale and gets a bologna sandwhich he siad if I get one more bologna sandwhich I'm goona jump off of this building.
The next day the Irish man opens his lunch pail and finds cabage and beef so he jumps off the building to his death. Then the Mexican opens hid lunch pail and finds a burrito so he jumps off the building to his death. Then the blond guy opens his lunch pale and finds a bologna sandwhich, so he jumps off to his death as well.
The next day at their funeral the Irish man's wife said, more...

A gal was sitting at the bar when a man came in and offered her a drink. They had several before the lights went on to signal' Last Call'.
She looked at him and said: "You're so pale... so pale... have you been sick?"
He said: "No, I'm pale because I spent the last six months in solitary confinement. I escaped today by killing two guards with their own weapons, dragging an old man from his car, and running over him as I sped off."
She asked: "My goodness, what did you do to get into solitary confinement?"
He answered: "I started a prison riot, set a cell block on fire, and caused 23 men to die while trapped helplessly in their cells!"
"Oh good Lord!" she said, "What did you do to get in prison in the first place?"
"I brutally murdered my wife, cut her body up in little pieces, and stuffed them down the garbage disposal.", was the reply.
"OH!", she exclaimed, "So more...

One blonde and two Brunettes had just finished robbing a bank and were running from police. The firste brunette jumped into a pale of dog food. The seconde brunette jumped into a pal of cat food. The blonde jumped into a pale of potatoes. When police checked the pale of dog food they heard "ruff ruff". When police checked the pale of cat food all they heard was "meow meow". When police checked the pale of potatoes they heard "potato potato".

Valentine's Day Story John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose. His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind. In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She now lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond. The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War II. During the next year and one month the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A romance was more...