Jokes From the Porn Store

Kassidy

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The Cowboy & The Gay Bar

A cowboy walk into a bar and, two steps in, realizes it’s a gay bar. “What the heck,” he says to himself, “I really want a drink.”
When the gay waiter approaches, he says to the cowboy, “What’s the name of your willy?”
The cowboy says, “Look, I’m not into any of that stuff. All I want is a drink.”
The gay waiter replies, “I’m sorry, but I can’t serve you until you tell me the name of your willy. Mine, for instance, is called NIKE, for the slogan, ‘Just Do It.’ That guy down at the end of the bar calls his Snickers, because ‘It Really Satisfies.’ ” The cowboy looks dumbfounded, so the bartender tells him he will give him a minute to think it over.
So the cowboy asks the man sitting to his left who is sipping on a beer, “Hey bud, what’s the name of yours?”
The man looks back and says with a smile, “TIMEX.”
The thirsty cowboy asks, “Why TIMEX?”
The man proudly replied, “ ‘Cause it takes a licking and keeps on ticking!”
A little shaken, the cowboy turns to the two men on his right, who happen to be sharing a fruity Margarita, and asks, “So, what do you guys call yours?”
The first man turns to him and proudly exclaims, “Ford, because ‘Quality Is Job One!’ ” Then he adds, “Have you driven a Ford lately?”
The guy next to him then adds, “I call mine Chevy ... ‘Like A Rock!’ ” and then winks!
Even more shaken, the cowboy has to think for a while before he comes up with a name for his manhood. Satisfied, he finally turns to the gay bartender and exclaims, “The name of my willy is Secret! Now give me a beer!”
The bartender begins to pour the cowboy a beer, but with a puzzled look asks, “Why Secret?”
The cowboy replies, “Because it’s STRONG ENOUGH FOR A MAN, BUT MADE FOR A WOMAN!!!”
 

Kassidy

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The Hit Man Golfer

Two old friends were just about to tee off at the first hole of their local golf course when a guy carrying a gold bag called out to them, “Do you mind if I join you? My partner didn’t show up.”
“Sure,” they said, “You’re welcome.” So they started playing and enjoyed the game and the company of the newcomer. Part way around the course, one of the friends asked the newcomer, “What do you do for a living?”
“I’m a hit man,” was his reply.
“You’re joking!” was their response.
“No, I’m not,” he said, reaching into his golf bag and pulling out a beautiful Martini sniper’s rifle with a large telescopic sight. “Here are my tools.”
“That’s a beautiful telescopic sight,” said the other friend, “Can I take a look? I think I might be able to see my house from here.” So he picked up the rifle and looked through the sight in the direction of his house.
“Yeah, I can see my house all right. This sight is fantastic! I can see right in the windows. Wow, I can see my wife in the bedroom ... Ha, ha, she’s naked! Wait a minute, that’s my neighbour in there with her ... he’s naked too! The %#&$ bitch!” He turned to the hit man. “How much for a hit?”
“I’ll do a flat rate, for you, a thousand dollars every time I pull the trigger.”
“Can you do two for me right now?”
“Sure, what do you want?”
“First, shoot my wife, but don’t kill her. She’s always been mouthy, so shoot her in the mouth. The the neighbour, he was a friend of mine, so don’t kill him either, just shoot his dick off to teach him a lesson!”
The hit man took the rifle and took aim, standing perfectly still for a few minutes.
“Are you going to do it or not?” asked the friend impatiently.
“Just be patient,” said the hit man calmly, “I think I can save you a grand here ... ”
 
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