A guy dies and goes to heaven. It’s a slow day for St. Peter, so, upon passing the entrance test, St. Peter says “I’m not very busy today, why don’t you let me show you around?”

The guy thinks this is a great idea and graciously accepts the offer. St. Peter shows him all the sights, the golf course, the reading room and library, the observation room, the cafeteria and finally, they come to a HUGE room full of clocks.

The guy asks, “What’s up with these clocks?”

St. Peter explains, “Everyone on earth has a clock that shows how much time he has left on earth. When a clock runs out of time, the person dies and comes to the Gates to be judged.”

The guy thinks this makes sense but notices that some of the clocks are going faster than others. He asks why is that?

St. Peter explains, “Every time a living person tells a lie, it speeds his clock.”

This also makes sense, so the guy takes one last look around the room before leaving and notices one clock in the center of the ceiling. On this clock, both hands are spinning at an unbelievable rate. So he asks, “What’s the story with that clock?”

“Oh, that,” St. Peter replies, “That’s OJ Simpson’s clock. We decided to use it as a fan!”

A couple of women were playing golf one sunny Saturday morning. The first of the twosome teed-off and watched in horror as the ball headed directly toward a foursome of men playing the next hole. Indeed, the ball hit one of the men and he immediately clasped his hands together at his crotch, fell to the ground and proceeded to roll around in agony.

The woman rushed down to the man and immediately began to apologize.

“Please allow me to help, I’m a physiotherapist and I know I could relieve your pain if you’d just allow me!”, she told him earnestly.

“Ummph, oooh, nnooo, I’ll be alright. I’ll be fine in a few minutes”, he replied as he remained in the fetal position still clasping his hands together at his crotch.

The woman takes it upon herself to begin to “ease his pain”. She began to massage his groin.

After a few moments she asked, “Does that feel better?”

The man looked up at her and replied, “Yes, that feels pretty good… but my thumb still hurts like hell!”

Al Davis had put together the perfect Raiders team for ‘
96. The only Thing he was missing was a good quarterback. He had scouted all the colleges, and even the high schools, and he couldn’t find a ringer quarterback that would ensure a Super Bowl win.

Then one night, while watching CNN, he saw a war zone in Bosnia. In the background, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a young Bosnian soldier with a truly incredible arm. First, he threw a hand grenade straight into a 15th story window over 200 yards away –ka-boom! Next, he threw another hand grenade into a group of about 10 soldiers a good 110 yards away–ka-blooey!

Then, a car passes going 90 miles an hour– bulls-eye! Another grenade right into the barely open window.

“I’ve got to get this guy,” Al says to himself. “He has the perfect arm!”

So he brings him to the states and teaches him the great game of football. Predictably, the young man breaks all NFL records for completed passes, accuracy and touchdowns. The Raiders go on to handily win the Super Bowl.

The young Bosnian is lionized as the Great Hero of Super Bowl XXXI, and When Al asks him what he wants, all the young man wants to do is call his mother.

Al arranges for the call and hands the phone to his young quarterback: “Mom,” the young man says into the receiver, “I just won the Super Bowl!”

“I don’t want to talk to you,” the old woman says. “You deserted us. You’re no longer my son.”

“I don’t think you understand, mother” the young man pleads. “I just won the greatest sporting event in the world. I’m in the middle of thousands of adoring fans.”

“No, let me tell you,” the mother implores. “At this very moment, there are gun shots all around us. The neighborhood is a pile of rubble. Your two brothers were beaten within an inch of their life last week, and this week your sister was raped in broad daylight….”

The old lady pauses, in tears… “…I’ll never forgive you for moving us to Oakland!”

A golfer and his buddies where playing a big round of golf for $200. At the eighteenth green the golfer had a ten foot putt to win the round, and the $200.

As he was lining up his putt, a funeral procession started to pass by. The golfer set down his putter, took his hat off, placed it over his chest, and began to wait for the funeral procession to pass. After it passed, he picked up his putter and returned to lining up his putt.

One of his buddies said, “That was the most touching thing I have ever seen. I can’t believe you stopped playing, possibly loosing your concentration, to pay your respects.”

“Well, we were married for 25 years!”

A guy is golfing with his pretty wife, who is a very poor golfer. On the first hole she sends the ball smashing through the window of a nearby house.

The couple goes to the house to investigate the damage and finds the door open. They go inside and found a man sitting on a couch next to the broken window. There is also a broken oil-lamp.

The husband asks: “Did we break that too?” “Yes”, replies the man.

“Sorry. Do you live here?” the husband asks.

“No, actually, I’m a genie.” The man states. “I was sleeping in that lamp when your golf ball smashed it. Now, I’m supposed to give you three wishes, but I’m keeping one for myself since you smashed my lamp. OK, what’ll they be?”

The husband thinks a moment: “First, make my wife a better golfer.” “Poof! She’s a better golfer”, the genie announces.

“Second, I want a million bucks a week for life.” “Poof! you get a million bucks a week”, the genie announces.

“Good. OK, what do you want?” asks the husband. “For my wish. I want to have my way with your pretty wife,” grins the genie.

“Hmmm”, the husband hesitated, “I guess that’s all right. After all, she broke your lamp, you’ve made us rich, and our golf games will be much more interesting. Go ahead.”

So the genie and the wife retire the bedroom. After several steamy hours the “genie” says to the wife: “How long have you known your husband?” “Ten years,” she replies. “How long has he believed in this genie stuff?”