Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Henny Youngman Jokes - Part 2

Famous Henny Youngman one liners and jokes.


This man used to go to school with his dog. Then they were separated. His dog graduated! 


I was playing golf. I swung, missed the ball, and got a big chunk of dirt. I swung again, missed the ball, and got another big chunk of dirt. Just then, 2 ants climbed on the ball saying, "Let's get up here before we get killed!" 

A Jewish woman had 2 chickens. One got sick, so the woman made chicken soup out of the other one to help the sick one get well. 

2 Jewish women in New York. One says, "Do you see what's going on in Poland?" The other says, "I live in the back, I don't see anything."

I know a man who is a diamond cutter. He mows the lawn at Yankee Stadium.

A man is at the bar, drunk. I pick him up off the floor, and offer to take him home. On the way to my car, he 

falls down three times. When I get to his house, I help him out of the car, and on the way to the front door, 

he falls down four more times. I ring the bell and say, "Here's your husband!" The man's wife says, "Where's his wheelchair?" 

A guy says, "I'm so old that I forgot how old I am." An old woman says, "I'll tell you how old you are. Take off your clothes and bend over." The man does this. The woman says, "You're seventy four." The man says, "How can you tell?" The woman says, "You told me yesterday." 

Two Polish men at Halloween with burned faces. What happened? They were bobbing for french fries. 

A Polish guy locked his keys in the car. It took an hour to get his wife out. 

A Polish man had a bandage on each ear. What happened? "I was ironing, and the phone rang!" "What about the other ear?" "Had to call the doctor!" 

A Polish man had his vasectomy done at Sears. Now when he makes love, the garage door goes up.


I've been in love with the same woman for 49 years. If my wife every finds out, she'll kill me! 

My wife and I have the secret to making a marriage last. Two times a week, we go to a nice restaurant, a little wine, good food. She goes Tuesdays, I go Fridays. 

Someone stole all my credit cards, but I won't be reporting it. The thief spends less than my wife did. 

I take my wife everywhere, but she keeps finding her way back. 

I asked my wife, "Where do you want to go for our anniversary?" She said, "Somewhere I have never been!" I told her, "How about the kitchen?" 

We always hold hands. If I let go, she shops. 

My wife has a black belt in shopping. 

My wife will buy anything marked down. Last year she bought an escalator. 

All my wife does is shop - once she was sick for a week, and three stores went under. 

She has an electric blender, electric toaster, electric bread maker. Then she said, "There are too many gadgets, and no place to sit down! So what did I do? Bought her an electric chair. 

My wife loves to shop at Bloomingdale's. I bring her mail there twice a week. 

My wife and I went back to the hotel where we spent our wedding night. Only this time, I stayed in the bathroom and cried. 

My wife drives the wrong way on a one way street. The cop pulled her over and asked, "Where are you going?" My wife said, "I must be late, everyone is all coming back!" 

My wife told me the car wasn't running well, there was water in the carburetor. I asked where the car was, and she told me it was in the lake. 

My wife and I went to a hotel where we got a waterbed. My wife called it the Dead Sea. 

My wife is on a new diet. Coconuts and bananas. She hasn't lost weight, but can she climb a tree! 

She was at the beauty shop for two hours. That was only for the estimate. 

She got a mudpack and looked great for two days. Then the mud fell off. 

She ran after the garbage truck, yelling, "Am I too late for the garbage?" "No, jump in!" 

I bought my wife a little Italian car. A Mafia. It has a hood under the hood. 

Three weeks ago, she learned how to drive. Last week she learned how to aim it. 

I came home, the car was in the dining room. "How did you get the car in here?" "Easy, I took a left at the kitchen." 






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