[Topic unique] Blagues

kanalu a écrit:
Une femme reçoit souvent son amant pendant que son mari est au travail.
Un jour, son fils de 8 ans se cache dans l'armoire pour voir ce que sa mère fait avec cet homme-là.

Un moment plus tard, le mari rentre à l'improviste.

Paniquée, la femme cache son amant, dans la même armoire.

- le fils : fait sombre ici.
- l'amant : ouais c'est vrai
- le fils : j'ai un ballon de foot
- l'homme : content pour toi
- le fils : tu veux l'acheter ?
- l'homme : non merci
- le fils : mon père est là dehors
- l'homme : ok, combien
- le fils : 250 euros

Quelques jours plus tard, le fils se retrouve à nouveau dans l'armoire en compagnie de l'amant de sa mère.

- le fils : fait sombre ici
- l'homme : ouais c'est vrai
- le fils : j'ai des super baskets
- l'homme se rappelant la dernière fois grimace : combien ?
- le fils : 500 euros

Quelques jours plus tard, le père dit à son fils : mets tes baskets et prends ton ballon, on va faire une partie.

- le fils : je peux pas, j'ai tout vendu
- le père : pour combien ?
- le fils : 750 euros
- le père : c'est inadmissible d'arnaquer les gens comme ça.
Ces affaires n'ont jamais coûté ce prix là. Je t'amène à l'église pour te confesser.

Le père amène son fils à l'église, le pousse dans le confessionnal et ferme la porte.

- le fils : fait sombre ici
- le curé : merde, maintenant t'arrête tes conneries !

:-D

codis a écrit:
Ce n'est pas vraiment une blague, mais un petit texte rigolo. J'allais tout de même pas créer un article pour ça, alors je le poste ici!

Une petite conversation anodine entre deux aliens:


"They're made out of meat."

"Meat?"

"Meat. They're made out of meat."

"Meat?"

"There's no doubt about it. We picked several from different parts of the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, probed them all the way through. They're completely meat."

"That's impossible. What about the radio signals? The messages to the stars."

"They use the radio waves to talk, but the signals don't come from them. The signals come from machines."

"So who made the machines? That's who we want to contact."

"They made the machines. That's what I'm trying to tell you. Meat made the machines."

"That's ridiculous. How can meat make a machine? You're asking me to believe in sentient meat."

"I'm not asking you, I 'm telling you. These creatures are the only sentient race in the sector and they're made out of meat."

"Maybe they're like the Orfolei. You know, a carbon-based intelligence that goes through a meat stage."

"Nope. They're born meat and they die meat. We studied them for several of their life spans, which didn't take too long. Do you have any idea the life span of meat?"

"Spare me. Okay, maybe they're only part meat. You know, like the Weddilei. A meat head with an electron plasma brain inside."

"Nope. We thought of that, since they do have meat heads like the Weddilei. But I told you, we probed them. They're meat all the way through."

"No brain?"

"Oh, there is a brain all right. It's just that the brain is made out of meat!"

"So... what does the thinking?"

"You're not understanding, are you? The brain does the thinking. The meat."

"Thinking meat! You're asking me to believe in thinking meat!"

"Yes, thinking meat! Conscious meat! Loving meat. Dreaming meat. The meat is the whole deal! Are you getting the picture?"

"Omigod. You're serious then. They're made out of meat."

"Finally, Yes. They are indeed made out meat. And they've been trying to get in touch with us for almost a hundred of their years."

"So what does the meat have in mind."

"First it wants to talk to us. Then I imagine it wants to explore the universe, contact other sentients, swap ideas and information. The usual."

"We're supposed to talk to meat?"

"That's the idea. That's the message they're sending out by radio. 'Hello. Anyone out there? Anyone home?' That sort of thing."

"They actually do talk, then. They use words, ideas, concepts?"

"Oh, yes. Except they do it with meat."

"I thought you just told me they used radio."

"They do, but what do you think is on the radio? Meat sounds. You know how when you slap or flap meat it makes a noise? They talk by flapping their meat at each other. They can even sing by squirting air through their meat."

"Omigod. Singing meat. This is altogether too much. So what do you advise?"

"Officially or unofficially?"

"Both."

"Officially, we are required to contact, welcome, and log in any and all sentient races or multibeings in the quadrant, without prejudice, fear, or favor. Unofficially, I advise that we erase the records and forget the whole thing."

"I was hoping you would say that."

"It seems harsh, but there is a limit. Do we really want to make contact with meat?"

"I agree one hundred percent. What's there to say?" `Hello, meat. How's it going?' But will this work? How many planets are we dealing with here?"

"Just one. They can travel to other planets in special meat containers, but they can't live on them. And being meat, they only travel through C space. Which limits them to the speed of light and makes the possibility of their ever making contact pretty slim. Infinitesimal, in fact."

"So we just pretend there's no one home in the universe."

"That's it."

"Cruel. But you said it yourself, who wants to meet meat? And the ones who have been aboard our vessels, the ones you have probed? You're sure they won't remember?"

"They'll be considered crackpots if they do. We went into their heads and smoothed out their meat so that we're just a dream to them."

"A dream to meat! How strangely appropriate, that we should be meat's dream."

"And we can marked this sector unoccupied."

"Good. Agreed, officially and unofficially. Case closed. Any others? Anyone interesting on that side of the galaxy?"

"Yes, a rather shy but sweet hydrogen core cluster intelligence in a class nine star in G445 zone. Was in contact two galactic rotation ago, wants to be friendly again."

"They always come around."

"And why not? Imagine how unbearably, how unutterably cold the universe would be if one were all alone."

andrea a écrit:
Les 5 points importants pour reussir une relation sentimentale fructueuse avec la gent masculine…

1. Il est important de trouver un homme qui participe aux tâches ménagères, qui de temps en temps fasse la cuisine, fasse le ménage et qui ait aussi un boulot.

2. Il est important de trouver un homme qui te fasse rire.

3. Il est important de trouver un homme sur qui tu puisses compter et qui ne mente pas.

4. Il est important de trouver un homme qui soit bon au lit, et qui adore te faire l'amour.

5. Il est important que ces quatre hommes ne se connaissent pas.

Tseuke a écrit:
un homme aurait raconté cette blague en version femme j'imagine même pas les remarques féminines...

Tolinto a écrit:
1 femme en train de faire ses courses achète les produits suivants:
1 savon, 1 brosse à dents, 1 tube de dentifrice, 1 baguette, 1 litre de lait, 1 pomme, 1 banane, 1 orange, 1 pêche, 1 tomate, 1 laitue, 1 choux, 1 somoosa, 1 barre muesli, 1 tarte, 1 dîner micro ondes, 1 pizza surgelée,
Le caissier la regarde, sourit, et lui dit:
"celibataire, hein?"
La nana sourit timidement et répond, émue:
"oui...comment avez vous deviné"
Le gars répond
" parce que vous êtes moche"

regiscon a écrit:
Ce n'est pas à cause de quelques personnes intelligentes, que moi, le con, je vais me laisser faire.

eider a écrit:
Episode III : Régis strikes back.
Bienrerevenue, alors, Régis :-D