A mother is driving her little girl to her friend’s house for a play date. “Mommy,” the little girl asks, “how old are you?”

“Honey, you are not supposed to ask a lady her age,” the mother replied. “It’s not polite.”

“OK”, the little girl says, “how much do you weigh?”

“Now really,” the mother says, “those are personal questions and are really none of your business.”

Undaunted, the little girl asks, “Why did you and Daddy get a divorce?”

“That’s enough questions, young lady! Honestly!”

The exasperated mother walks away as the two friends begin to play.

“My Mom won’t tell me anything about herself,” the little girl says to her friend.

“Well,” says the friend, “all you need to do is look at her driver’s license.

It’s like a report card; it has everything on it.”

Later that night, the little girl says to her mother, “I know how old you are. You are 32.”

The mother is surprised and asks, “How did you find that out?”

“I also know that you weigh 133 pounds.”

The mother is past surprised and shocked now.

“How in Heaven’s name did you find that out?”

“And,” the little girl says triumphantly, “I know why you and daddy got a divorce.”

“Oh really?” the mother asks. “Why?”

The little girl answers, “Because you got an F in sex.”

A young Arab boy asks his father; What is that strange head piece you are wearing?

The father said: Why, my son, it is a chechia, in the desert it protects our heads from the intense heat of the sun.

And what is this clothing you are wearing asked the boy. This long flowing robe seems so strange.

Oh, my son exclaimed the father It is very simple. This is a djbellah.As I have told you, in the desert it is not only very hot, but the sand is always blowing. My djbellah protects the entire body.
The son then asked; But Father, what about those ugly shoes you have on your feet?

These are babouches, my son, the father replied. You must understand that although the desert sands are very beautiful,they are also extremely hot. These babouches keep us from burning our feet.

So tell me then, added the boy.

Why are you living in Seattle, Washington and still wearing all this shit?

Two Louisiana alligators are sitting on the edge of a swamp. The small one turns to the big one and says, “I don’t understand how you can be so much bigger than me. We’re the same age, we were the same size as kids … I just don’t get it.”

“Well,” says the big alligator, “what have you been eating?”

“Lawyers, same as you,” replies the small alligator.

“Hmmmm. Well, where do you catch’em?”

“Down at that law firm on the edge of the swamp.”

“Same here. Hmmmm. How do you catch’em?”

“Well, I crawl under a BMW and wait for someone to unlock the door. Then I jump out, bite’em, shake the crap out of ’em, and eat’em!”

“Ah!” says the big alligator, “I think I see your problem. See, by the time you get done shakin’ the crap out of a lawyer, there’s nothing left but lips and a briefcase…”

–Your grandma wore very short mini skirts, thin panties, high boots, and no bra…

–She listened to Led Zeppelin, The Beatles, Janis Joplin, and Rolling Stones.

–She rode on motorcycles and fast cars.

–She smoked tobacco and other things…

–She drank gin-tonics, whiskey, and whatever…

–She came home at 4 am and left for work in the morning…

Know that you will never be as cool as your grandma.

Excuse me but someone had to say it!