Shadowbrand's funny joke.

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**Asherian Command**

Destrado wrote:I actually liked his joke. And a nice story at that.

Can I hijack the thread? I've got a ton of stupid jokes I'd like to share, too, but I don't think it warrants a new thread.

So, three guys (here we usually tell the story with, say, a portuguese, a french, and an english men) want to get into the CIA.

So, the head of the CIA agrees to meet them. Gives them a test. Each one has to take a loaded six shooter, walk past a door, and kill his wife/girlfriend/boyfriend/bride/you-get-the-picture on the other side who is tied up to a chair.

CIA Boss - "Number one, it's showtime."

The first one kicks the door open, rushes in, spends two minutes there, and comes back crying, saying he couldn't shoot. Hands the gun to Nº2.

CIA Boss - "Number two, do your thing."

Number two does the same thing as number one, and comes back shaking, saying he couldn't shoot. He hands the gun to number three.

This time, the CIA Boss doesn't even have time to speak. The third guy tackles down the door and six gunshots are heard, then some screaming, fighting noises, then some more screaming, then finally silence. Number three walks out, panting, his clothing torn and his face bloodied. Panting, he says,

"Could've told me those were blanks, I had to kill the biatch with the chair."

Lol. I laughed at that. That is the best CIA joke EVER!

**templeorks**

I have to scrub my eyes out now thanks.

**Cannerus_The_Unbearable**

Cannerus approves

Aaaand PM sent.

**Inquisitive Inquisitor**

I LOL'd so hard I tip my hat to you gentlemen

**KingCracker**

Asherian Command wrote:
Destrado wrote:I actually liked his joke. And a nice story at that.

Can I hijack the thread? I've got a ton of stupid jokes I'd like to share, too, but I don't think it warrants a new thread.

So, three guys (here we usually tell the story with, say, a portuguese, a french, and an english men) want to get into the CIA.

So, the head of the CIA agrees to meet them. Gives them a test. Each one has to take a loaded six shooter, walk past a door, and kill his wife/girlfriend/boyfriend/bride/you-get-the-picture on the other side who is tied up to a chair.

CIA Boss - "Number one, it's showtime."

The first one kicks the door open, rushes in, spends two minutes there, and comes back crying, saying he couldn't shoot. Hands the gun to Nº2.

CIA Boss - "Number two, do your thing."

Number two does the same thing as number one, and comes back shaking, saying he couldn't shoot. He hands the gun to number three.

This time, the CIA Boss doesn't even have time to speak. The third guy tackles down the door and six gunshots are heard, then some screaming, fighting noises, then some more screaming, then finally silence. Number three walks out, panting, his clothing torn and his face bloodied. Panting, he says,

"Could've told me those were blanks, I had to kill the biatch with the chair."

Lol. I laughed at that. That is the best CIA joke EVER!

Yup, that made me laugh too.

**Locclo**

Destrado wrote:I actually liked his joke. And a nice story at that.

Can I hijack the thread? I've got a ton of stupid jokes I'd like to share, too, but I don't think it warrants a new thread.

So, three guys (here we usually tell the story with, say, a portuguese, a french, and an english men) want to get into the CIA.

So, the head of the CIA agrees to meet them. Gives them a test. Each one has to take a loaded six shooter, walk past a door, and kill his wife/girlfriend/boyfriend/bride/you-get-the-picture on the other side who is tied up to a chair.

CIA Boss - "Number one, it's showtime."

The first one kicks the door open, rushes in, spends two minutes there, and comes back crying, saying he couldn't shoot. Hands the gun to Nº2.

CIA Boss - "Number two, do your thing."

Number two does the same thing as number one, and comes back shaking, saying he couldn't shoot. He hands the gun to number three.

This time, the CIA Boss doesn't even have time to speak. The third guy tackles down the door and six gunshots are heard, then some screaming, fighting noises, then some more screaming, then finally silence. Number three walks out, panting, his clothing torn and his face bloodied. Panting, he says,

"Could've told me those were blanks, I had to kill the biatch with the chair."

Good one! Didn't see that punchline coming.

**rubiksnoob**

Destrado wrote:I actually liked his joke. And a nice story at that.

Can I hijack the thread? I've got a ton of stupid jokes I'd like to share, too, but I don't think it warrants a new thread.

So, three guys (here we usually tell the story with, say, a portuguese, a french, and an english men) want to get into the CIA.

So, the head of the CIA agrees to meet them. Gives them a test. Each one has to take a loaded six shooter, walk past a door, and kill his wife/girlfriend/boyfriend/bride/you-get-the-picture on the other side who is tied up to a chair.

CIA Boss - "Number one, it's showtime."

The first one kicks the door open, rushes in, spends two minutes there, and comes back crying, saying he couldn't shoot. Hands the gun to Nº2.

CIA Boss - "Number two, do your thing."

Number two does the same thing as number one, and comes back shaking, saying he couldn't shoot. He hands the gun to number three.

This time, the CIA Boss doesn't even have time to speak. The third guy tackles down the door and six gunshots are heard, then some screaming, fighting noises, then some more screaming, then finally silence. Number three walks out, panting, his clothing torn and his face bloodied. Panting, he says,

"Could've told me those were blanks, I had to kill the biatch with the chair."

That was great!