Little Johnny returns from school and says he got an F in Arithmetic.
“Why?” asks the father.
“The teacher asked ‘How much is 2 x 3?’ I said 6.
“But that’s right!”
“Then she asked me ‘How much is 3 x 2?’
“What’s the f…k…….ng difference?” asks the father.
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“That’s what I said!”
A businessman is driving through a small town.
A businessman is driving through a small town, on his way to an important presentation, when he realizes he needs a haircut and doesn’t have much extra time.
He remembers a small barbershop on the corner and stops for a moment before continuing on his way.
A week or two passes, and he pulls into the little barbershop again.
“Hello again, Sir,” the barber says. “What can I do for you?”
“Oh, I’d like another haircut, but I’m awfully particular. Can I make a few requests this time?”
“Of course,” says the barber. “Anything you want. Take a seat.”
The businessman sits down.
“So what would you like?” asks the barber.
“Well, for starters, I want you to cut my right sideburn an inch shorter than my left.
I want the sides of my mustache chopped so it looks like Hitler’s.
Instead of straight across, cut the hair at the nape of my neck at a 5-degree angle. Make sure to give me a cowlick.
I want my hair parted on the left, but unevenly.
Cut exactly two little divots out on the back of my head.
When you use the clippers, I want the two sides slightly different lengths.
Blend the sides in, but don’t blend in the back.
And when you apply the hair gel, comb the front straight forward and the top of my head to the back.”
The barber is taken aback by all these odd requests.
“I can’t do all that!” he says.
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“Why not?” the businessman asks. “That’s what you did last time.”
