There are three construction workers sitting on top of a skyscraper having their lunches. One is a Mexican, one's an Irishman, and the last one's a blonde American (trust me on this one, it's not politically incorrect). So, the Mexican opens up his lunch, and says, "Dios lo mio! buritos again. Everyday it's buritos. If I get buritos one more time, I'm going to throw myself off of this skyscraper." And the Irishman opens up his lunch and says, "Aye, corn beef again! She always gives me corn beef, and I've gotten sick of it. If I get corn beef again, I'm going to throw myself off this skyscraper." And the blonde American opens up his lunch and says, "Oh, not a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich again. Everyday, I get a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich. If I get it one more time, I'm going to throw myself off this skyscraper." And sure enough, the next day, they all got the same lunch, and one by one, threw themselves off of the skyscraper. The next day at the funeral, the wives of the three men were greiving. The Mexican's wife said, "I thought he loved Buritos. If I knew he hated them, I wouldn't have kept sending them." The Irishman's wife said, "I thought corn beef was his favorite. If only I'd known..." The blonde American's wife said, "Don't blame me, he packed his own lunch."
Originally posted by ark13I don't get it!?
There are three construction workers sitting on top of a skyscraper having their lunches. One is a Mexican, one's an Irishman, and the last one's a blonde American (trust me on this one, it's not politically incorrect). So, the Mexican opens up his lunch, and says, "Dios lo mio! buritos again. Everyday it's buritos. If I get buritos one more time, I ...[text shortened]... I'd known..." The blonde American's wife said, "Don't blame me, he packed his own lunch."
Signed,
-Johny Bravo
Originally posted by ark13Nice tusks for such a twit...
There are three construction workers sitting on top of a skyscraper having their lunches. One is a Mexican, one's an Irishman, and the last one's a blonde American (trust me on this one, it's not politically incorrect). So, the Mexican opens up his lunch, and says, "Dios lo mio! buritos again. Everyday it's buritos. If I get buritos one more time, I ...[text shortened]... I'd known..." The blonde American's wife said, "Don't blame me, he packed his own lunch."