A Burger And A Million Dollar
Which is better: having a million dollars in your bank account or having a burger?
A burger. Nothing is better than having a million dollars in your bank account and a burger is better than nothing.
At The Deli Shop
A man went into a deli shop and took a seat at the lunch counter. "Give me a corned beef sandwich," he ordered.
"Corned beef sandwich is not on the menu, but I can give you a sandwich with corned beef in it, like our Midnight Special."
"What's a Midnight Special?"
"A triple decker with corned beef, tongue, bologna, tomato, lettuce, onion, pickle and mayonnaise, on toasted raisin bread."
"Could you just place a piece of corned beef between two slices of white bread and serve it to me on a plate?"
"Why, sure!" Then, turning to the sandwich man, he sang out: "One Midnight Special. Make it one deck, hold the tongue, bologna, tomato, lettuce, onion, pickle and mayonnaise, and make the raisin bread white, untoasted!"
Banta after coming from work was very hungry. He asked for something to eat from Preeto. Preeto gave him a sandwich. It did not satiate his hunger. Craving for more, he opened the fridge and ate the leftover chicken with 4 slices of toasted bread.
Still uncontended, he opened the grocery cupboard and ate one biscuit. He couldn't eat any more.
He regretfully told his wife Preeto, "Had I known that biscuit would satiate my hunger, I would have taken it instead of eating the sandwich and the leftovers."
The Motor Home
I was in a car dealership a while ago when a large motor home was towed into the garage. The front of the vehicle was in dire need of repair and the whole thing generally looked like an extra in "Twister."
I asked the manager what had happened. He told me that the driver had set the cruise control, then went in the back to make a sandwich.
Two German Boys
Two German boys from Berlin are arguing about who lives better.
One of them on the western side, the other one on the eastern side, shouting across the Berlin wall.
The fat West Berliner boy has a Hamburger in his hands, while the thin, East Berliner, suffering of malnutrition is biting on a stale bread...
East Berliner boy: "We're Warsaw Pact members, we can crush you with our T-72 tanks whenever we want!"
West Berliner boy: "That's nothin'! We're NATO members and we can bomb your tanks into piles of junk with our fighterplanes!"
East Berliner boy: "Oh yeah? Well, we got a Trabant car and a tractor for our arable land too!"
West Berliner boy: "That's crap! We got a brand new Mercedes with air conditioning and we also have a yacht!"
East Berliner boy: "Who cares! You don't have state-run centralized economy like we do!"
West Berliner: "Yeah? Well, we will have, you can bet on that!"
East Berliner boy: "All right, but you won't have any hamburgers then!"