Dave was bragging to his boss one day, “You know, I know everyone there is to know. Just name someone, anyone, and I know them.”

Tired of his boasting, his boss called his bluff, “OK, Dave, how about Tom Cruise?”

“No dramas boss, Tom and I are old friends, and I can prove it.” So Dave and his boss fly out to Hollywood and knock on Tom Cruise’s door, and Tom Cruise shouts,

“Dave! What’s happening? Great to see you! Come on in for a beer!”

Although impressed, Dave’s boss is still skeptical. After they leave Cruise’s house, he tells Dave that he thinks him knowing Cruise was just lucky.

“No, no, just name anyone else,” Dave says.

“President Obama,” his boss quickly retorts.

“Yup,” Dave says, “Old buddies, let’s fly out to Washington,” and off they go.

At the White House, Obama spots Dave on the tour and motions him and his boss over, saying, “Dave, what a surprise, I was just on my way to a meeting, but you and your friend come on in and let’s have a beer first and catch up.”

Well, the boss is very shaken by now but still not totally convinced. After they leave the White House grounds he expresses his doubts to Dave, who again implores him to name anyone else.

“Pope Francis,” his boss replies.

“Sure!” says Dave. “I’ve known the Pope for years.” So off they fly to Rome.

Dave and his boss are assembled with the masses at the Vatican’s St. Peter’s Square when Dave says, “This will never work. I can’t catch the Pope’s eye among all these people. Tell you what, I know all the guards so let me just go upstairs and I’ll come out on the balcony with the Pope.” He disappears into the crowd headed towards the Vatican.

Sure enough, half an hour later Dave emerges with the Pope on the balcony, but by the time Dave returns, he finds that his boss has had a heart attack and is surrounded by paramedics.

Making his way to his boss’ side, Dave asks him, “What happened?”

His boss looks up and says, "It was the final straw… you and the Pope came out on to the balcony and the man next to me said, ‘Who the fuck is that on the balcony with Dave?’

Dave was getting a haircut prior to a trip to Rome

He mentioned the trip to the barber, who responded,

“Why would anyone want to go there? It’s crowded and dirty and full of Italians. You’re crazy to go to Rome. So, how are you getting there?”

“We’re taking United,” was the reply. “We got a great rate!”

“United!” exclaimed the barber. “That’s a terrible airline. Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly and they’re always late. So, where are you staying in Rome?”

“We’ll be at the downtown International Marriott.”

“That dump! That’s the worst hotel in Rome. The rooms are small, the service is surly and they’re overpriced. So, whatcha doing when you get there?”

“We’re going to go to see the Vatican and we hope to see the Pope.”

"That’s rich,” laughed the barber. “You and a million other people trying to see him. He’ll look the size of an ant. Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You’re going to need it!”

A month later, Dave again came in for his regular haircut. The barber asked him about his trip to Rome.

“It was wonderful,” explained Dave. “Not only were we on time in one of United’s brand new planes, but it was overbooked and they bumped us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful, and I had a beautiful young stewardess who waited on me hand and foot. And the hotel! Well, it was great! They’d just finished a $25 million remodeling job and now it’s the finest hotel in the city. They were overbooked too, so they apologized and gave us the presidential suite at no extra charge!”

“Well,” muttered the barber. “I know you didn’t get to see the Pope.”

“Actually, we were quite lucky, for as we toured the Vatican, a Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder and explained that the Pope likes to meet some of the visitors, and if I’d be so kind as to step into his private room and wait, the Pope would personally greet me. Sure enough, five minutes later, the Pope walked in. As I knelt down he spoke to me.”

“What did he say?”

“He said, ‘Where’d you get this shitty haircut?"

From Futurama when they’re getting dragged down to Atlantis and the professor is like “That’s over 1000 atmospheres of pressure!” and Fry asks him how many atmospheres the ships hull can withstand. “Well, it’s a spaceship, so anywhere between zero and one.”

What’s orange and sounds like a parrot?

A guy walks into a bar with his pet monkey, orders a drink and while he’s drinking it, the monkey jumps around all over, grabs some olives off the bar, eats them, grabs some sliced limes, eats them, jumps up on the pool table, grabs a cue ball, sticks it in his mouth and swallows it whole.

The bartender screams at the guy, “Did you see what your monkey just did?”

The guy says, “No, what?”

“He just ate the cue ball off my pool table, whole!” says the bartender.

“Yeah, that doesn’t surprise me.” replied the patron. “He eats everything in sight. I’ll pay for the cue ball and stuff.”

He finishes his drink, pays his bill, and leaves.

Two weeks later he’s in the bar again and he has his monkey with him.

He orders a drink and the monkey starts running around the bar again.

While the man is drinking his drink, the monkey finds a maraschino cherry on the bar.

He grabs it, sticks it up his butt, pulls it out, and eats it.

The bartender is disgusted.

“Did you see what your monkey did now?”, he asks.

“Now what?”, responds the patron.

“Well, he stuck a maraschino cherry up his butt, then pulled it out and ate it!” says the barkeeper.

“Yeah, that doesn’t surprise me.” replied the patron. “He still eats everything in sight, but ever since he ate that cue ball he measures everything first!”

Three blondes are walking through the forest when they come upon a set of tracks. The first blonde says, “oh look, deer tracks.” The second blonde says, “no, those are moose tracks.” The third blonde says, “you’re both wrong, those are bear tracks!” Then they were hit by a train.

Question : What’s white and goes up? - Answer : A lazy snowflake 😁

What’s the difference between an Indian restaurant and a Vietnamese restaurant?

What’s brown and rhymes with Snoop?

Dr. Dre.

I couldn’t figure out why the basketball kept getting bigger, then it hit me.

A man visits the doctor: “Every morning at 6 o’clock sharp, I take a huge shit.”
“Oh, well, that’s good - it means you have regular bowel movements.”
“Sure… but I never wake up before 7.”

Another one:
A man visits the doctor: “Can I take a bath with diarrhea?”
“Of course - if you can fill an entire tub…”

What’s big, flat, and green and if it falls from a tree on you it will kill you?

This one has been my favorite since I was single digits years old.

A skeleton walks into a bar and says “gimme a beer and a mop!”

I spent all night wondering where the sun went. Then it dawned on me.

How did the hipster burn his mouth? - He ate pizza before it was cool.

The jackhammer was a ground-breaking invention.

I would like to thank my arms for always being by my side. My legs, for always supporting me. And my fingers because I can always count on them.

A man walks into a rooftop bar of a hotel and takes a seat next to a man with several shot glasses and a bottle of tequila in front of him. He’s understandably shocked when the man throws back a shot, walks over to the ledge, and jumps off.

What shocks him even more is that 5 minutes later the man gets off the elevator, sits back down, and pours another shot.

He exclaimed, “How did you survive? I just saw you jump off the ledge!”

The man looks over and says, “I’m going to let you in on a secret. This is magic tequila. After taking a shot and jumping off, you slow down and stop just before hitting the ground. Come see!”

He’s guided to the ledge and watches as the man throws back another shot and jumps. Sure enough, right before hitting the ground, he slows down and stops.

“Well I have to try this,” he exclaimed. He took a shot of the magic tequila, walked up to the edge, and jumped off. Right before he hit the ground… Nothing happened and he hit the ground.

A few minutes later the man gets off the elevator, sits back down, and pours another shot.

The bartender says, “You know, you’re really an asshole when you drink, Superman.”