The Russian PretzelThree Americans were up against a very large Russian in a wrestling meet. They were nervous because he had a famous move called “The Russian Pretzel,” which often landed his opponents in the hospital. When the first American caught a glimpse of him, he said,
“Coach, he’s HUGE. I’m scared.”
“You da MAN!” The coach replied, “Just go in there and tear him up!”
The guy started the match quite confidently, but after about a minute, the Russian picked him up, slammed him into the famous pretzel, and sent him to the emergency room. The same thing happened to the second wrestler, so the third guy was petrified. He told his coach he was backing out. The coach said,
“C’mon, son. You’re our last chance!”
The kid started out pretty well, but when the Russian started to twist him into the pretzel, the coach covered his eyes. When he opened them, he saw the referee holding the AmericanÂ’s hand up in victory. The coach, baffled, asked the kid how he did it.
“Well Coach, when that damn Russian picked me up and started twisting my body, it HURT! So when I saw two red things dangling there, I bit them... HARD! You’d be surprised what you can do when you bite your own balls!”
Golfing With The MobOne morning, a man approached the first tee, only to find another guy approaching from the other side. They began talking and decided to play nine holes together. After teeing off, they sat off down the fairway,
continuing their chat.
“What do you do?” the first man asked.
“I’m a salesman. What about you?”
“I’m a hitman for the mob,” replied the second man.
The hitman noticed that the first guy started getting a little nervous and continued,
“Yeah, I’m the highest paid guy in the business. I’m the best.”
He stopped, sat down his bag of clubs, and pulled out a fancy, high powered rifle that was loaded with all types of scopes and sights. He then asked the man where he lived. Still nervous the man replied,
“In a subdivision just west of here.”
The hitman placed the gun against his shoulder, faced west, peered into a scope and asked,
“What color roof ya’ got?”
“Gray.”
“What color siding?”
“Yellow.”
“You got a silver Toyota?”
“Yeah,” replied the first man who was now completely amazed by the accuracy of the hitman’s equipment. “That’s my wife’s car.”
“That your red pickup next to it?”
Looking baffled the man asked if he could look through the scope. Looking through the sights, he said
“Hell. That’s my buddy Jeff’s truck. What the hell is he doing there if I’m..?”
The hitman looked through the scope once more.
“Your wife a blond and your buddy got black hair?”
The man nodded.
“Well, I don’t know how to tell you, but I think you’ve got a problem. They’re going at it like a couple of teenagers in there.” said the hitman.
“Problem?! THEY’VE got the problem! I want you to shoot both of them! Right now!”
The hitman paused and said,
“Sure. But it’ll cost you. Like I said, I’m the best. I get paid $5,000 per shot.”
“I don’t care! Just do it! I want you to shoot her right in the head, and shoot him in the balls.”
The hitman agreed, turned, and took firing position. He carefully stared into the sights, taking careful aim. He then said,
“You know what buddy, this is your lucky day. I think I can save you $5,000!”