Remaining as enemies
Two Arabs boarded a shuttle out of Washington for New York. One sat in the window seat, the other in the middle seat. Just before takeoff a fat, little Israeli guy got on and took the aisle seat next to the Arabs. He kicked off his shoes, wiggled his toes and was settling in when the Arab in the window seat said, "I think I'll go up and get a coke."

"No problem," said the Israeli. "I'll get it for you." While he was gone, the Arab picked up the Israeli's shoe and spit in it. When the Israeli returned with the coke, the other Arab said, "That looks good. I think I'll have one too."

Again, the Israeli obligingly went to fetch it, and while he is gone the Arab other picked up the other shoe and spit in it. The Israeli returned with the coke, and they all sat back and enjoyed the short flight to New York.

As the plane was landing the Israeli slipped his feet into his shoes and knew immediately what had happened.

"How long must this go on?" he asked. "This enmity between our peoples..... This hatred... this animosity... this spitting in shoes and peeing in cokes?"

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Added on February 28, 2010, 11:40 pm Affairs and Honesty Pt.1

A married man was having an affair with his
secretary. One day their passions overcame them and they took off for her house, where they made passionate love all afternoon. Exhausted from the wild sex, they fell
asleep, awakening around 8:00 p.m. As the man threw on his clothes, he told the woman to take his shoes outside and rub them
through the grass and dirt.
Mystified, she nonetheless complied. He slipped into his shoes and drove home. "Where have you been?" demanded his
wife when he entered the house.
"Darling, I can't lie to you. I've been having an
affair with my secretary and we've been having sex all afternoon. I fell asleep and didn't
wake up until eight o'clock." The wife glanced down at his shoes and said,
"You lying *******! You've been playing golf!".

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Added on February 28, 2010, 11:44 pm The 2nd Affair:

Jake was dying. His wife, Becky, was maintaining a candlelight vigil by his side. She held his fragile hand, tears running down her face. Her praying roused him from his slumber. He looked up and his pale lips began to move slightly. "Becky my darling," he whispered. "Hush my love,"
she said. "Rest, don't talk." He was insistent. "Becky," he said in his tired voice, "I have something that I must confess." "There's nothing to confess," replied the weeping Becky, "everything's all right,go to sleep."
"No, no. I must die in peace, Becky. I .... I slept with your sister, your best friend, her best friend and even your mother!"
"I know, my sweet one" whispered Becky, "that's why I poisoned you


This post has been edited by JustCallMeV: Feb 28 2010, 11:44 PM