I have been trying to encourage all who read my post "A Word Of Encouragement For Your Day." But I have realized that sometimes all one my need to be encouraged for a day, is just a simple smile or a good hearty laugh 😂. So I will try my best to get a smile ☺ or a good hearty laugh out of you each and every day if I can.
I will post a joke each day, and hopefully it will accomplish my goal, and that is to get you to laugh and or smile, or perhaps both. These jokes will be clean, family friendly, due to the simple fact that there are many youngsters that reply to my posts. I realize by keeping these jokes good and clean that some may sound really corny to adults, but may be really funny to the young crowd. So please keep that in mind as you read.
Q: What’s red and bad for your teeth?
A: A brick (OOOOOUCH).
Have a great day dear friend, take care and stay safe.
Good Tuesday afternoon, dear friend. Hopefully, this will be a bright spot in your day.
A man was riding his motorcycle on a cold, windy day. The wind kept blowing through the buttons on his jacket, making him even more frigid. So he pulled over, turned his coat around, and put it on backward. It blocked the wind better, but it also made it hard for him to move his arms.
A little while later, he hit a patch of ice, lost control, and crashed into a tree.
When the ambulance arrived, a crowd had already gathered. The police pushed through and asked if anyone had seen what happened.
One of the bystanders said, “We’re not sure what caused the crash, but when we got here, he seemed like he was okay… but when we tried to straighten his head, he died.”
Have a blessed day. Take care, and GOD bless.
That is not good!!!😂
@RagnerTheBiker, perhaps you're missing the punchline. But that's ok.
Have a blessed day. Take care, and GOD bless.
Good Friday evening, dear friend, I hope this lands with you well, and well enough to get you to laugh or just a smile. This is a short story.
✈️ The Cockpit Door Incident: The “Are You Kidding Me?”
The pilot stepped out of the cockpit with the relaxed confidence of a man who had absolutely nothing to prove. He closed the door behind him with a soft thunk and strolled down the aisle like he was inspecting his crops.
Halfway to the back, he froze.
Not a dramatic freeze — more like a man who suddenly remembered he left the garden hose running.
He turned around. Walked back. Faster this time.
A few passengers noticed. A few more noticed the ones who noticed. A chain reaction of concern began, the way one squirrel panicking can cause an entire forest to reconsider its life choices.
The pilot reached the cockpit door, grabbed the handle, and gave it a firm, professional tug.
Nothing.
He blinked. Tugged again.
Still nothing.
A man in row 9 lowered his pretzels mid‑chew. A woman clutched her paperback like it was a flotation device. Someone whispered, “Oh no… oh no no no…”
The pilot planted his feet, wrapped both hands around the handle, and pulled like he was trying to win a stuffed bear at a carnival. The door remained unmoved, unimpressed, and apparently unionized.
Passengers were now sweating in unison — a kind of communal fear sauna.
The pilot gave one last mighty yank, face turning the color of a stop sign.
Nothing.
Silence.
Then, with the slow, dawning humility of a man who has exhausted every option except the obvious, he placed one hand on the door… and pushed.
The door swung open instantly.
The cabin exhaled so loudly it could’ve powered a wind turbine. The pilot stepped inside with the dignity of someone pretending the last thirty seconds had been a group hallucination, closed the door behind him, and the plane continued as if nothing had happened.
A beat.
Then a voice from row 12 said, “Well. That’s comforting.”
Have a blessed weekend. Take care, and GOD bless.
Reading the entire thread makes me happy. Love this. Keep it up 🥳💐❤️🩹
Good Sunday afternoon, dear friend. Here is something that may brighten your Sunday.
I walked into this place the other day and asked the guy behind the counter for a Polish sausage. He looks at me and goes, “Oh… you must be Polish.”
I said, “Whoa, whoa — hold on. Just because I ordered a Polish sausage, you assume I’m Polish? Really?”
I said, “If someone comes in and orders French toast, do you think they’re French? If they order a Belgian waffle, are they Belgian? Or if I order a Cuban sandwich — I'm Cuban? Or if I order a German Bratwurst — I'm German? Or I order a German potato salad — I'm extra German?”
I said, “Why would you think I’m Polish just because I ordered a Polish sausage?”
And he says, “Well… for starters… this is a hardware store.”
Have a blessed day. Take care, and GOD bless.
Good Monday afternoon, dear friend. You know the old saying, "Timing is everything." Well, hopefully this will be the boost you need for today.
Two coroners march up to George Stant’s front door like they’re delivering a package nobody wants.
George opens the door.
“Morning,” one coroner says cheerfully. “We’re here to collect the body of George Stant.”
George squints. “Well… you’re early.”
The coroners look at each other, shrug, and one says, “Traffic was light. Mind if we come in and wait?”
George raises an eyebrow. “You’re very early. Because I’m George Stant.”
Both coroners freeze. One checks his clipboard. The other checks his pulse.
George slowly closes the door on them.
The coroners stand there, confused, like two guys who just got fired from the Grim Reaper’s internship program.
Just then, George's wife strolls up the driveway, calm as can be.
She smiles at the coroners and says, “Oh, good, you’re here. Could you come back in ten minutes?”
Both coroners nod, relieved. “See?” one whispers to the other. “I told you we were early.”
Have a blessed day, take care, and GOD bless.
Good Saturday morning, dear friend, having trouble sleeping. After some web searching, I came across this joke that made me laugh, so I decided to share it with you. Perhaps it will make you laugh.
A limo is parked on the shoulder. The driver has stepped into the bushes to take a leak.
The passenger, very drunk, is standing outside stretching his legs.
A trooper pulls up, sees the scene, and immediately zeroes in on the drunk guy.
“Sir, have you been drinking?”
“Oh yeah,” the man says proudly. “Since late morning. What time is it now?”
“Almost four.”
“See? I pace myself.”
The trooper asks for a license.
“Expired at Christmas.”
Insurance?
“Why would I insure a car I don’t even drive?”
The trooper gives him a breath test, he fails spectacularly, and the trooper arrests him.
As he’s being put in the cruiser, the drunk man looks around and says,
“Hey… what about my chauffeur?”
Have a blessed weekend. Take care, and GOD bless.
Good Wednesday afternoon, dear friend. Here is a bible verse with a twist. I hope you enjoy the twist with the bible verse. Acts 2:38.
A woman comes home after a long day, unlocks her door, and immediately hears someone moving around inside. She steps in and sees a burglar going through her drawers. Terrified, she blurts out the only thing she can think of from Sunday school: “Acts 2:38!”
The burglar freezes in place, hands up, eyes wide.
She calls the police, they arrive, and the officers are amazed at how compliant he is. One of them asks, “Why didn’t you run when she yelled?”
The burglar shakes his head and says, “Man… I thought she said she had an ax and two .38s. I wasn’t moving a muscle.”
Have a blessed day. Take care, and GOD bless.