Santa: Hurry-up, hurry-up, give me a drink. Fight is about to start.
Bartender gives him a drink.
Santa again says: Hurry-up, hurry-up, give me drink. Fight is about to start.
Bartender again gives him a drink.
Santa again asks for a drink as the fight is about to star.
Bartender: When on earth the fight will start?
Naughty Santa: When you will ask for money.
A doctor visited a patient who was a married woman. After the examination, he said to her husband outside the room,
“I do not like your wife’s appearance.”
“I do not like it either,” replied the husband. “But she has a lot of money.”
Two old ladies were talking.
“How is your grandson getting on? ” asked one.
“Fine, fine. You know he works in a theatre? Only a week ago, he was the back legs of a horse. Now he’s been promoted to the front legs.”