Bad Day at the Office (True Story)

You thought you had a bad day at the office….

A true story…

A professional scuba diver’s letter to his sister…

April, 1998

Hi Sue, Just another note from your bottom dwelling brother. Last week I had a bad day at the office. Before I can tell you what happened to me, I first must bore you with a few technicalities of my job. As you know my office lies at the bottom of the sea. I wear a suit to the office. It’s a wetsuit. This time of year the water is quite cool. So what we do to keep warm is this: We have a diesel powered industrial water heater.

This $20,000 piece of shit sucks the water out of the sea. It heats it to a delightful temp. It then pumps it down to the diver through a garden hose which is taped to the air hose. Now this sounds like a damn good plan, and I’ve used it several times with no complaints. What I do, when I get to the bottom and start working, is I take the hose and stuff it down the back of my neck. This floods my whole suit with warm water. It’s like working in a jacuzzi.

Everything was going well until all of a sudden, my ass started to itch. So, of course, I scratched it. This only made things worse. Within a few seconds my ass started to burn. I pulled the hose out from my back, but the damage was done. In agony I realized what had happened to me.

The hot water machine had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped it into my suit. This is even worse than the poison ivy you once had under a cast. Now I had that hose down my back. I don’t have any hair on my back, so the jellyfish couldn’t get stuck to my back. My ass crack was not as fortunate.

When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the jellyfish into my ass. I informed the dive supervisor of my dilemma over the comms. His instructions were unclear due to the fact that he along with 5 other divers were laughing hysterically. Needless to say I aborted the dive. I was instructed to make 3 agonizing water stops totaling 35 minutes before I could come to the surface.

I got to the surface wearing nothing but my brass helmet. My suit and gear were tied to the bell. When I got on board the medic, with tears of laughter running down his face, handed me a tube of cream and told me to shove it up my ass when I get in the chamber. The cream put the fire out, but I couldn’t shit for two days because my asshole was swollen shut. I later found out that this could easily have been prevented if the suction hose was placed on the leeward side of the ship.

Anyway, the next time you have a bad day at the office, think of me. I hope you have no bad days at the office. But if you do, I hope that thought will make it a little more tolerable. Take care, and I hope to hear from you soon.

Love, Brian

Want some of this?

After 29 years of marriage, a woman decided she needed to do something to spice up her marriage.

She went out and bought a pair of crotchless panties, put them on, walked up to her husband and said, “Do you want some of this?”

He replied, “Hell No… Look what it did to those panties!”

Submitted by Calamjo
Edited by Curtis

Un d�a dos j�venes homosexuales

Un d�a dos j�venes homosexuales fueron de visita al zool�gico. Caminaban por todas las secciones del mismo cuando se encontraron con la jaula del gorila.

El gorila estaba sentado en una esquina de la jaula con una tremenda erecci�n.

“Me pregunto c�mo se ha de sentir”, suspira uno de los maricas.

“Pues solamente hay una manera de saberlo, y esa es toc�ndolo”, le responde el otro.

El primer joto mete la mano dentro de la jaula, y palpa los genitales del gorila.

Antes de que �ste pudiera retirar la mano, el gorila lo agarra y lo mete a la jaula, le rasga las ropas, lo pone contra el piso, le brinca encima y lo viola hasta que casi lo mata.

Tres d�as despu�s, el joto despierta en una cama de hospital. Una enfermera entra y le informa que tiene un visitante. Todo adolorido, abre los ojos y ve a su amigo, quien se acerca con cara de preocupaci�n, pregunt�ndole:

“�Est�s herido?”

El moribundo profiere:

“�Herido? �Herido? �Por supuesto que estoy herido! �Ese cabr�n no me ha llamado ni me ha escrito!”

How It All Began…

In ancient Israel, it came to pass that a trader by the name of Abraham Com, did take unto himself a young wife by the name of Dot. And Dot Com was a comely woman, broad of shoulder and long of leg.
Indeed, she had been called Amazon Dot Com.

She said unto Abraham, her husband, “Why doth thou travel far from town to town with thy goods when thou can trade without ever leaving thy tent?” And Abraham did look at her as though she were several saddle bags short of a camel load, but simply said, “How, Dear?”

And Dot replied, “I will place drums in all the towns and drums in between to send messages saying what you have for sale and they will reply telling you which hath the best price. And the sale can be made on the drums and delivery made by Uriah’s Pony Stable (UPS).”

Abraham thought long and decided he would let Dot have her way with the drums. The drums rang out and were an immediate success. Abraham sold all the goods he had at the top price, without ever moving from his tent. But this success did arouse envy.

A man named Maccabia did secret himself inside Abraham’s drum and was accused of insider trading. And the young man did take to Dot Com’s trading as doth the greedy horsefly take to camel dung. They were called Nomadic Ecclesiastical Rich Dominican Siderites, or NERDS for short.

And lo, the land was so feverish with joy at the new riches and the deafening sound of drums, that no one noticed that the real riches were going to the drum maker, one Brother William of Gates, who bought up every drum company in the land. And indeed did insist on making drums that would work only with Brother Gates’ drumheads and drumsticks.

Dot did say, “Oh, Abraham, what we have started is being taken over by others.” And as Abraham looked out over the Bay of Ezekiel, or as it came to be known “eBay” he said, “we need a name that reflects what we are,” and Dot replied, “Young Ambitious Hebrew Owner Operators.”

“YAHOO”, said Abraham. And that is how it all began, It wasn’t Al Gore after all.

Get in the rubbish!!

Once I was in Argentina after going from Mendoza to Cordoba(a 2
day travel)…
Suddenly we found a hotel… And my mom said “C’mon everybody
put the rubbish inside this plastic bag” and then I say to my
sister(Which her name is Charlotte)”Yeah, Charlotte get in the

Bloodied Vampire

A vampire bat came flapping in from the night covered in fresh blood and parked himself on the ceiling of the cave to get some sleep.

Pretty soon all the other bats smelled the blood and began hassling him about where he got it.

He told them to bug off and let him get some sleep, but they persisted until he finally gave in.

“OK, follow me,” he said and flew out of the cave with hundreds of bats behind him.

Down through a valley they went, across a river and into a forest of trees.

Finally he slowed down and all the other bats excitedly milled around him.

“Now, do you see that tree over there?” he asked.

“YES, YES, YES!!” the bats all screamed in a frenzy.

“Good!” said the first bat, “Because I fucking didn’t!”