The Lone Ranger turns to Tonto, his life long friend, and says “Tonto,
my firend, I think I must say that I have treasured our times together
but now I think we are doomed”.

” We?” replied Tonto “What’s all this we, Paleface?”

“We’re sorry Mr. Wilkens, but we have some information about your wife,” said one trooper.

“Tell me! Did you find her?!” Wilkens shouted.

The troopers looked at each other. One said, “We have some bad news, some good news, and some really great news. Which do you want to hear first?”

Fearing the worst, an ashen Mr. Wilkens said, “Give me the bad news first.”

The trooper said, “I’m sorry to tell you, sir, but this morning we found your wife’s body in Kachemak Bay.”

“Oh my God!” exclaimed Wilkens. Swallowing hard, he asked, “what’s the good news?”

The trooper continued, “When we pulled her up, she had 12 twenty-five pound king crabs and 6 good-size Dungeness crabs clinging to her.”

Stunned, Mr. Wilkens demanded, “If that’s the good news, what’s the great news?”

The trooper said, “We’re going to pull her up again tomorrow.”

Bill: No? How did it turn out?

Bob: It was a draw.

“Well, we work for the government,“ one of the men said.

“But one of you is digging a hole and the other fills it up. You?re not accomplishing anything. Aren?t you wasting the taxpayers? money?“

“You don?t understand, mister,“ one of the men said, leaning on his shovel and wiping his brow. “Normally there?s three of us: me, Rodney, and Mike. I dig the hole, Rodney sticks in the tree and Mike, here, puts the dirt back.“

“Now, just because Rodney?s sick, that don?t mean that Mike and me can?t work.“

After several weeks had passed, the fisherman and his wife
noticed a peculiar fact. When left alone, one of the boys would
also turn towards the sea, while the other boy would face
inland. It didn’t matter which way the parents positioned the
children, the same child always faced the same direction.
“Let’s call the boys Towards and Away,” suggested the
fisherman. His wife agreed, and from that point on, the boys
were simply known as TOWARDS and AWAY.

The years passed and the lads grew tall and strong. The day
came when the aging fisherman said to his sons, “Boys, it is
time that learned how to make a living from the sea.” They
provisioned their ship, said their goodbyes, and set sail for a
three month voyage.

The three months passed quickly for the fisherman’s wife, yet
the ship had not returned. Another three months passed, and
still no ship.

Three whole years passed before the grieving woman saw a
lone man walking towards her house. She recognized him as
her husband. “My goodness! What has happened to my
darling boys?” she cried.

The ragged fisherman began to tell his story:

“We were just barely one whole day out to see when Towards
hooked into a great fish. Towards fought long and hard, but the
fish was more than his equal. For a whole week they wrestled
upon the waves without either of them letting up. Yet eventually
the great fish started to win the battle, and Towards was pulled
over the side of our ship. He was swallowed whole, and we
never saw either of them again.”

“Oh dear, that must have been terrible! What a huge fish that
must of been! What a horrible fish. What a horrible fish.”

“Yes, it was, but you should have seen the one that got Away….”

One hand on wheel, Middle finger out window: NEW YORK.

One hand on wheel, middle finger out window, Cutting across all lanes
of traffic: NEW JERSEY.

One hand on wheel, one hand on newspaper, Foot solidly on accelerator: BOSTON.

One hand on wheel, one hand on nonfat double decaf cappuccino, cradling cell phone, brick on accelerator, gun in lap: LOS ANGELES.

Both hands on wheel, eyes shut, both feet on brake, quivering in terror: INDIANA…….but, driving in CALIFORNIA.

Both hands in air, gesturing, both feet on accelerator, head turned to talk to someone in back seat: ITALY.

One hand on 12oz. double shot latte, one knee on wheel, cradling cell phone, foot on brake, mind on radio game, Banging head on steering wheel while stuck in traffic: SEATTLE.

One hand on wheel, one hand on hunting rifle, alternating between both feet being on the accelerator, and both feet on brake, Throwing McDonald’s bag out the window: TEXAS.

Four-wheel drive pickup truck, shotgun ounted in rear window, beer cans on floor, Squirrel tails attached to antenna: OKLAHOMA.

Two hands gripping wheel, blue hair barely visible above windshield, driving 35 on the Interstate, in the left lane with the left blinker on: FLORIDA.

One hand on the wheel, the other on his sister: ARKANSAS (or WEST VIRGINIA).

The Taliban asked, “Do you have water?”

The Jewish man replied, “I have no water. Would you like to buy a tie? They are only $5.”

The Taliban shouted, “Infidel! I do not need an over-priced tie! I need water! I should kill you, but I must find water first!”

“OK, OK” said the old Jewish man, “It does not matter that you do not want to buy a tie and that you hate me. I will show you that I am bigger than that. If you continue over that hill to the east for about two miles, you will find a lovely restaurant. It has all the ice cold water you need. Shalom.”

Muttering, the Taliban staggered away over the hill. Several hours later he staggered back, almost dead… “Your f***ing brother won’t let me in without a tie!”