Old woman: I just can’t believe that’s where my brother goes out to when he comes to visit me. He’s not gay, so why would he be there?
Old gay: Are you sure he’s not? It’s called ‘Rawhide’ for a reason.–22nd St & 8th Ave
Black street dealer: Coke? Weed, my brotha?
Desi dude: I’m not black, I’m Indian, my nigga.–St. Mark’s & 3rd
Little girl: Mom, I really, really want to jump off!
Mom: No, you really don’t.–86th floor, Empire State Building
Dad: You look pale.
Punk girl: Dad, I’m not a drug addict. Jesus, half of my friends are straight-edge and the other half have asthma.–6th St & Ave A
Sociology professor: So, what would you like to learn about this semester?
Student: The legalization of marijuana.
Sociology professor: Okay… [Draws pot leaf on blackboard.] Hm, I’m not much of an artist… Plus, I’m high. Ha, no, I’m just kidding.–Fordham University, Rose Hill
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