Humor and things that make us laugh.

Can’t sing, but who cares. :slight_smile:

Actual exchanges between pilots and control towers.

Tower: ‘Delta 351, you have traffic at 10 o’clock, 6 miles!’
Delta 351: ‘Give us another hint! We have digital watches!’

Tower: ‘TWA 2341, for noise abatement turn right 45 Degrees.’
TWA 2341: ‘Center, we are at 35,000 feet. How much noise can we make up here?’
Tower: ‘Sir, have you ever heard the noise a 747 makes when it hits a 727?’

From an unknown aircraft waiting in a very long takeoff queue: ‘I’m f…ing bored!’
Ground Traffic Control: ‘Last aircraft transmitting, identify yourself immediately!’
Unknown aircraft: ‘I said I was f…ing bored, not f…ing stupid!’

O’Hare Approach Control to a 747: ‘United 329 heavy, your traffic is a Fokker, one o’clock, three miles, Eastbound.’
United 329: ‘Approach, I’ve always wanted to say this…I’ve got the little Fokker in sight.’

A student became lost during a solo cross-country flight. While attempting to locate the aircraft on radar, ATC asked, ‘What was your last known position?’
Student: ‘When I was number one for takeoff.’

A DC-10 had come in a little hot and thus had an exceedingly long roll out after touching down.
San Jose Tower Noted: ‘American 751, make a hard right turn at the end of the runway, if you are able. If you are not able, take the Guadeloupe exit off Highway 101, make a right at the lights and return to the airport.’

A Pan Am 727 flight, waiting for start clearance in Munich, overheard the following:

Lufthansa (in German): ’ Ground, what is our start clearance time?’
Ground (in English): ‘If you want an answer you must speak in English.’
Lufthansa (in English): ‘I am a German, flying a German airplane, in Germany. Why must I speak English?’

Unknown voice from another plane (in a beautiful British accent): ‘Because you lost the bloody war!’

Tower: ‘Eastern 702, cleared for takeoff , contact Departure on frequency 124.7’
Eastern 702: ‘Tower, Eastern 702 switching to Departure. By the way,after we lifted off we saw some kind of dead animal on the far end of the runway.’
Tower: ‘Continental 635, cleared for takeoff behind Eastern 702, contact Departure on frequency 124.7. Did you copy that report from Eastern 702?’
BR Continental 635: ‘Continental 635, cleared for takeoff, roger; and yes, we copied Eastern… we’ve already notified our caterers.’

One day the pilot of a Cherokee 180 was told by the tower to hold short of the active runway while a DC-8 landed. The DC-8 landed, rolled out, turned around, and taxied back past the Cherokee. Some quick-witted comedian in the DC-8 crew got on the radio and said,‘What a cute little plane. Did you make it all by yourself?’
The Cherokee pilot, not about to let the insult go by, came back with a real zinger: ‘I made it out of DC-8 parts. Another landing like yours and I’ll have enough parts for another one.’

The German air controllers at Frankfurt Airport are renowned as a short-tempered lot. They not only expect one to know one’s gate parking location, but how to get there without any assistance from them. So it was with some amusement that we (a Pan Am 747) listened to the following exchange between Frankfurt ground control and a British Airways 747, call sign Speedbird 206.
Speedbird 206: ‘Frankfurt, Speedbird 206! clear of active runway.’
Ground: ‘Speedbird 206. Taxi to gate Alpha One-Seven.’
The BA 747 pulled onto the main taxiway and slowed to a stop.

Ground: ‘Speedbird, do you not know where you are going?’
Speedbird 206: ‘Stand by, Ground, I’m looking up our gate location now.’
Ground (with quite arrogant impatience): ‘Speedbird 206, have you not been to Frankfurt before?’
Speedbird 206 (coolly): ‘Yes, twice in 1944, but it was dark, – And I didn’t land.’

While taxiing at London’s Airport, the crew of a US Air flight departing for Ft. Lauderdale made a wrong turn and came nose to nose with a United 727. An irate female ground controller lashed out at the US Air crew, screaming: ‘US Air 2771, where the hell are you going? I told you to turn right onto Charlie taxiway! You turned right on Delta! Stop right there. I know it’s difficult for you to tell the difference between C and D, but get it right!’

Continuing her rage to the embarrassed crew, she was now shouting hysterically:‘God! Now you’ve screwed everything up! It’ll take forever to sort this out! You stay right there and don’t move till I tell you to! You can expect progressive taxi instructions in about half an hour, and I want you to go exactly where I tell you, when I tell you, and how I tell you! You got that, US Air 2771?’

‘Yes, ma’am,’ the humbled crew responded.

Naturally, the ground control communications frequency fell terribly silent after the verbal bashing of US Air 2771. Nobody wanted to chance engaging the irate ground controller in her current state of mind. Tension in every cockpit out around Gatwick was definitely running high. Just then an unknown pilot broke the silence and keyed his microphone, asking: ‘Wasn’t I married to you once?’

This one is better…
Randy Mani Tennis Academy – “Lead from the Front”



Brewster, NY
Employer: Randy Mani Tennis Academy Type: Full-time


400-meter runner (sub-50) to coach our tennis athletes
. “Lead from the front” position is available for full time and year round. Private health club and high performance tennis academy located in Brewster, NY. Job will be to train and run with high performance tennis athletes. Must be willing to train outdoors and in all weather conditions.


Must have run sub-50 seconds in the 400-meters. Times/Awards must be included on resume.

To Apply

Qualified applicants please email your resume inclusive of times and awards to Please include a cover letter with salary requirements. Interview will include actual 400-meter repeats.

Employer Information

About Randy Mani Tennis Academy

Randy Mani is a former world ranked tennis professional. He established the Academy in 1990 and has since produced many champions and winners over the years. Several graduates of the Academy have played for their colleges and on ATP and WTA tours.


A blonde calls her boyfriend and says,
‘Please come over here and help
me. I have a killer jigsaw puzzle, and I
can’t figure out how to get

Her boyfriend asks, ‘What is it supposed
to be when it’s finished?’

The blonde says, ‘According to the picture
on the box, it’s a rooster.’

Her boyfriend decides to go over and help
with the puzzle.

She lets
him in and shows him where she has the puzzle spread all over
the table.

He studies the pieces for a moment, then
looks at the box, then turns to
her and says,

‘First of all, no matter what we do, we’re
not going to be able to
assemble these pieces into anything
resembling a rooster.’

He takes her hand and says, ‘Second, I
want you to relax. Let’s have a
nice cup of tea, and then …’ he said with
a deep sigh, . … . . . … .

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‘Let’s put all the Corn Flakes back in the

Ever wondered about
Guts or Balls…

There is a medical distinction. We’ve all heard about people having guts or balls, but do you really know the difference between them? In an effort to keep you informed, the definitions are listed below:

GUTS - Is arriving home late after a night out with the boys, being met by your wife with a broom, and having the guts to ask: ‘‘Are you still cleaning, or are you flying somewhere?’’

BALLS - Is coming home late after a night out with the boys, smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the arse and having the balls to say: ‘‘You’re next, fatty.’’

I hope this clears up any confusion on the definitions.

Medically speaking, there is no difference in the outcome, since both ultimately result in death.

This is to damn funny… Carl Lewis as a foul mouth pimp called “Silky”


On the topic of Carl


Dave Barry’s colonoscopy journal:
I called my friend Andy Sable, a gastroenterologist, to make an appointment for a colonoscopy.
A few days later, in his office, Andy showed me a color diagram of the colon, a lengthy organ that appears to go all over the place, at one point passing briefly through Minneapolis .
Then Andy explained the colonoscopy procedure to me in a thorough, reassuring and patient manner.
I nodded thoughtfully, but I didn’t really hear anything he said, because my brain was shrieking, quote, ‘HE’S GOING TO STICK A TUBE 17,000 FEET UP YOUR BEHIND!’
I left Andy’s office with some written instructions, and a prescription for a product called ‘MoviPrep,’ which comes in a box large enough to hold a microwave oven.
I will discuss MoviPrep in detail later; for now suffice it to say that we must never allow it to fall into the hands of America 's enemies.

   I spent the next several days productively sitting around being nervous.
   Then, on the day before my colonoscopy, I began my preparation.
  In accordance with my instructions, I didn't eat any solid food that day; all I had was chicken broth, which is basically water, only with less flavor.
  Then, in the evening , I took the MoviPrep.  You mix two packets of powder together in a one-liter plastic jug, then you fill it with lukewarm water.  (For those unfamiliar with the metric system, a liter is about 32 gallons). Then you have to drink the whole jug.  This takes about an hour, because MoviPrep tastes - and here I am being kind - like a mixture of goat spit and urinal cleanser, with just a hint of lemon.
   The instructions for MoviPrep, clearly written by somebody with a great sense of humor, state that after you drink it, 'a loose, watery bowel movement may result'.
  This is kind of like saying that after you jump off your roof, you may experience contact with the ground.
   MoviPrep is a nuclear laxative.  I don't want to be too graphic, here, but:  have you ever seen a space-shuttle launch?  This is pretty much the MoviPrep experience, with you as the shuttle.  There are times when you wish the commode had a seat belt.  You spend several hours pretty much confined to the bathroom, spurting violently.  You eliminate everything.  And then, when you figure you must be totally empty, you have to drink another liter of MoviPrep, at which point, as far as I can tell, your bowels travel into the future and start eliminating food that you have not even eaten yet.
   After an action-packed evening, I finally got to sleep.
   The next morning my wife drove me to the clinic.  I was very nervous.  Not only was I worried about the procedure, but I had been experiencing occasional return bouts of MoviPrep spurtage.  I was thinking, 'What if I spurt on Andy?'  How do you apologize to a friend for something like that?  Flowers would not be enough.
   At the clinic I had to sign many forms acknowledging that I understood and totally agreed with whatever the heck the forms said. Then they led me to a room full of other colonoscopy people, where I went inside a little curtained space and took off my clothes and put on one of those hospital garments designed by sadist perverts; the kind that, when you put it on, makes you feel even more naked than when you are actually naked.
   Then a nurse named Eddie put a little needle in a vein in my left hand.  Ordinarily I would have fainted, but Eddie was very good, and I was already lying down.  Eddie also told me that some people put vodka in their MoviPrep.
  At first I was ticked off that I hadn't thought of this, but then I pondered what would happen if you got yourself too tipsy to make it to the bathroom, so you were staggering around in full Fire Hose Mode.  You would have no choice but to burn your house.
  When everything was ready, Eddie wheeled me into the procedure room, where Andy was waiting with a nurse and an anesthesiologist.  I did not see the 17,000-foot tube, but I knew Andy had it hidden around there somewhere.  I was seriously nervous at this point.
   Andy had me roll over on my left side, and the anesthesiologist began hooking something up to the needle in my hand.
  There was music playing in the room, and I realized that the song was 'Dancing Queen' by ABBA.  I remarked to Andy that, of all the songs that could be playing during this particular procedure, 'Dancing Queen' had to be the least appropriate.
   'You want me to turn it up?' said Andy, from somewhere behind me.

  'Ha ha,' I said.  And then it was time; the moment I had been dreading for more than a decade.  If you are squeamish, prepare yourself, because I am going to tell you, in explicit detail, exactly what it was like.
  I have no idea!  Really!  I slept through it!One moment, ABBA was yelling, 'Dancing Queen, feel the beat of the tambourine,' and the next moment, I was back in the other room, waking up in a very mellow mood.
   Andy was looking down at me and asking me how I felt.  I felt excellent.  I felt even more excellent when Andy told me that It was all over, and that my colon had passed with flying colors.  I have never been prouder of an internal organ.

  Dave Barry is a Pulitzer Prize-winning humor columnist for the Miami Herald.
  On the subject of Colonoscopies...
  Colonoscopies are no joke, but these comments during the exam were quite humorous..... A physician claimed that the following are actual comments made by his patients (predominately male) while he was performing their colonoscopies:

  1. 'Take it easy, Doc.  You're boldly going where no man has gone before!'

  2. 'Find Amelia Earhart yet?'

  3. 'Can you hear me NOW?'

  4. 'Are we there yet?  Are we there yet?  Are we there yet?'

  5. 'You know, in  Arkansas , we're now legally married.'

  6. 'Any sign of the trapped miners, Chief?'

  7. 'You put your left hand in, you take your left hand out...'

  8. 'Hey!  Now I know how a Muppet feels!'

  9. 'If your hand doesn't fit, you must quit!'

  10. 'Hey Doc, let me know if you find my dignity.'

  11. 'You used to be an executive at Enron, didn't you?'

  12. 'God, now I know why I am not gay.'

             And the best one of all.

  13. 'Could you write a note for my wife saying that my head is not up there?'

Thank you kit-kat, for that little gem! Toooooooo funny. :smiley:

After spending plenty of time in a hot and sunny place (Iraq/Kuwait) and plenty of starting pistols( aka…AK-47’s), I am back in the US to run with the head winds and rains of Seattle and REAL starter pistols…:cool:

And, I can get on anytime and not have to worry about the internet going out because of dust storms…

Thanks for holding my space in line…woot woot…

Welcome back!!

Yeah, welcome home.

I always hated yoga…

But it looks like everyone can benefit!

Hitler’s reaction to Usain Bolt’s record run…