Thunder Jokes

There was a tradesman, a painter named Jack, who was very interested in making a dollar where he could. So he often would thin down his paint to make it go a wee bit further. As it happened, he got away with this for some time.
Eventually the local church decided to do a big restoration project. Jack put in a painting bid and, because his price was so competitive, he got the job. And so he started, erecting the trestles and putting up the planks, and buying the paint and thinning it down with turpentine.
Jack was up on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly done, when suddenly there was a horrendous clap of thunder. The sky opened and the rain poured down, washing the thin paint from all over the church and knocking Jack off the scaffold to land on the lawn.
Jack was no fool. He knew this was a judgment from the Almighty, so he fell on his knees and cried, "Oh, God! Forgive me! What should I do?"
And from the thunder, a mighty Voice spoke, more...

thunder is just chuck norris farting

Thor, the Viking God of Thunder, and his pal Odin were up in
Valhalla, when suddenly Thor said to Odin, "It's been a long
time now. I really need to have sex."
Odin stood and pondered for a while, before replying, "Go
to Earth, O Thor, and find thyself what they call a' lady of
joy' and treat her to your manly pleasures."
And this Thor did. The next day, he came back up to see
Odin, and told him of the previous night's events. "My
friend," he said, grinning from ear to ear, "It was
wonderful. We had passionate sex 37 times.."
"37 times!" exclaimed Odin. "That poor woman! Mere
mortals cannot endure such treatment. You must go and
apologize this instant!"
So Thor went back down to earth and found the
aforementioned prostitute, saying. "I'm sorry about last
night, but you see, I'm Thor..."
"You're Thor?" shouted the girl. more...

The couple was afloat in a canoe when a sudden thunder squall flashed across the lake. "Oh Lord," the young man prayed, "save us and I'll give up smoking and drinking. . . I'll give up betting on the ponies. . . I'll give up-"
Above the noise of the thunder came the girl's earnest plea: "Don't promise to give up everything, George! Paddle!"

His wife's grave side service was just barely finished, when there was a massive clap of thunder, followed by a tremendous bolt of lightning, accompanied by even more thunder rumbling in the distance.

The little old man looked at the pastor and calmly said,' Well, she's there...'