A Man Ordered Quickie

walks away in disgust. After she regains her
composure she returns and asks again,

“What would you like, sir?”

Again the man thoroughly checks her out and again answers,
“A quickie, please.”

This time her anger takes over, she reaches over and slaps him

across the face with a resounding “SMACK!” and storms away.

A man sitting at the next table leans over and whispers,

“Um, I think it’s pronounced ‘QUICHE.'”

A cowboy appeared before St. Peter at the Pearly Gates.

“Well, I can think of one thing,” the cowboy offered. “On a trip to the Big Horn Mountains out in Wyoming, I came upon a gang of bikers who were threatening a young woman. I directed them to leave her alone, but they wouldn’t listen. So, I approached the largest and most tattooed biker and smacked him in the face, kicked his bike over, ripped out his nose ring, and threw it on the ground.” I yelled, “Now, back off or I’ll kick the shit out of all of you”

Saint Peter was impressed, “When did this happen?” “Couple of minutes ago.”