Dirty Humor!

***WHAT IS POLITICS???***

So a little boy goes to his
dad and asks, ‘What is Politics?’

Dad says, ‘Well son, let
me try to explain it this way:

I am the head of the
family, so call me The Prime Minister.
Your mother is the
administrator of the money, so we call her the Government.
We are here to take care
of your needs, so we will call you the People.
The nanny, we will
consider her the Working Class.
And your baby brother,
we will call him the Future.

Now think about that and see if it makes sense.’
So the little boy goes
off to bed thinking about what Dad has said.

Later that night, he
hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him.
He finds that the baby
has severely soiled his diaper.

So the little boy goes
to his parent’s room and finds his mother asleep.
Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny’s room.
Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole
and sees his father in bed with the nanny..
He gives up and goes back to bed.

The next morning, the little boy says to his father,
‘Dad, I think I understand the concept of politics now.’
The father says, ’Good, son,
tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about.’

The little boy replies, ‘The Prime Minister is screwing the Working Class while the
Government is sound asleep. The People are being ignored and
the Future is in deep shit.’

****WE GIVE DISABLED VETS PREFERENCE.****

A guy went to apply for a job with the U.S. Postal Service. During the interview, the interviewer asked the guy if he was a veteran. The guy said "Yes, I fought over in Vietnam."

Then the interviewer asked if the guy had any disabilities. The guy responded, "Well, I stepped on a landmine over there and blew my testicles off."

"Great!" the interviewer responded. "We give disabled vets preference. You can start tomorrow morning at 10 a.m."

"But doesn’t everyone normally start at 8 a.m.?" asked the guy.

"Yes, but you don’t have to come in until 10. All we do is just stand around and scratch our balls for the first two hours anyway."

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