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A man walked into a pub. The bartender asked if he would like to try the pub’s special challenge.

“If you can grab the t-bone steaks from that high ceiling over there I will give you a months supply of beer. However, if you fail you have to give me one-thousand pounds’.

The man thought about this.

He looked at the ceiling.

He looked at the T-bones

He looked at the beer taps

Finally he said, ” After thinking about it, I don’t think I should risk it”

“Why is that?” asked the bartender.

The man replied “The steaks are too high.”

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Two Irish nuns have just arrived in USA by boat and one says to the other, “I hear that the people in this country actually eat dogs.”

“Odd,” her companion replies, “but if we shall live in America, we might as well do as the Americans do.”

Nodding emphatically, the mother superior points to a hot dog vendor and they both walk towards the cart.

“Two dogs, please,” says one.

The vendor is only too pleased to oblige and he wraps both hot dogs in foil and hands them over the counter. Excited, the nuns hurry over to a bench and begin to unwrap their “dogs.”

The mother superior is first to open hers. She begins to blush and then, staring at it for a moment, leans over to the other nun and whispers cautiously: “What part did you get?”

A man went to his doctor seeking help for his terrible addiction to cigars. The doctor was quite familiar with his very compulsive patient, so recommended an unusual and quite drastic form of aversion therapy.

“When you go to bed tonight, take one of your cigars, unwrap it, and stick it completely up your ass. Then remove it, rewrap it, and place it back with all the others in such a fashion as you can’t tell which one it is. The aversion is obvious: you won’t dare smoke any of them, not knowing which is the treated cigar.”

“Thanks doc, I’ll try it.” And he did. But three weeks later he came back and saw the doctor again.

“What? My recommendation didn’t work? It was supposed to be effective even in the most addictive of cases, such as yours!”

“Well, it kind of worked, doc. At least I was able to transfer my addiction,” said the patient.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, I don’t smoke cigars anymore, but now I can’t go to sleep at night unless I have a cigar shoved up my ass.”