The mafia was looking for a new man to make weekly collections from all the
private businesses that they were 'protecting'. Feeling the heat from the police force, they decided to use a deaf person for this job--if he were to get caught, he wouldn't be able to communicate to the police what he was
Well, on his first week, the deaf collector picks up over $50,000. He gets
greedy, decides to keep the money and stashes it in a safe place. The mafia
soon realizes that their collection is late, and sends some of their hoods
after the deaf collector. The hoods find the deaf collector and ask him
where the money is. The deaf collector can't communicate with them, so the
mafia drags the guy to an interpreter.
The mafia hood says to the interpreter, "Ask him where da money is."
The interpreter signs, "Where's the money?"
The deaf replies, "I don't know what you're talking about."
The interpreter tells the hood, "He says he doesn't know what you're talking
The hood pulls out a .38 pistol and places it in the ear of the deaf
collector. "NOW ask him where da money is."
The interpreter signs, "Where is the money?"
The deaf man signs, "The $50,000 is in Central Park, hidden in the third
tree stump on the left from the West 78th Street gate."
The interpreter says to the hood, "He says he still doesn't know what you're
talking about and doesn't think you have the guts to pull the trigger!"
Here's what I did stuck at home...
I got bored just puttering in my shop, so I thought I'd take that old lattice in the back yard and nail it to the wall. Actually turned out pretty cool
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