Joke

[Puddy]

Two men are sitting at the bar at the top of the Empire State Building drinking, when the first man turns to the other one and says: "You know, last week I discovered that if you jump from the top of this building, by the time you fall to the 10th floor, the wind around the building is so intense that it carries you around the building and back into the window"

 

The bartender just shakes his head in disapproval while wiping the bar, but says nothing.

 

The second guy says, "What? Are you insane? There's no way in hell that could happen!"

 

"No, no... it's true..." said the first man, "let me prove it to you." He gets up from the bar, jumps over the balcony and plummets toward the street below. When he passes the 10th floor, the high wind whips him around the building and back into the 10th floor window. He takes the elevator back up to the bar. He meets the second man, who is astonished.

 

"Oh my God, I saw that with my own eyes! But that must've been a one-time fluke.

That was scientifically impossible!"

 

"No, I'll prove it again," says the first man as he jumps.

 

Again, just as his body hurtles towards the street, the 10th floor wind gently carries him

around the building and into the window. He takes the elevator back to the bar.

 

Once upstairs, he successfully convinces his dubious fellow drinker to try it.

 

"Well, what the hell," the second guy says, "I've seen that it works, so I'll try it!"

 

He immediately jumps over the balcony - plunges downward rapidly passes the 11th, 10th, 9th, 8th floors. . . . Then his body hits the sidewalk. . . . Splat!!!!!

 

Back upstairs, the bartender who had been silent the whole time turns to the first drinker,

and shakes his head and says. . . . .

 

 

"You know, Superman, you're a real asswhole when you're drunk."

Edited January 3, 2008 by Puddy

[Big John]

Two men are sitting at the bar at the top of the Empire State Building

There is no bar at the top of that building.

[aqualung]

A crusty old biker, on a summer ride in the country, walks into a tavern

and sees a sign hanging over the bar, which reads:

 

CHEESEBURGER: $1.50

 

CHICKEN SANDWICH: $2.50

 

HAND JOB: $1,000.00

 

Checking his wallet for the necessary payment, he walks up to the bar and

beckons to the exceptionally attractive female bartender serving drinks to

a meager looking group of farmers. "Yes?" she inquires with a knowing

smile, "can I help you?"

 

"I was wondering," whispers the old biker, "are you the young lady who

gives the hand-jobs?"

 

"Yes," she purrs, "I am."

 

The old biker replies, "Well wash your damn hands, I want a cheeseburger."

[Puddy]

There is no bar at the top of that building.