NASA was interviewing professionals they were planning on sending to Mars. The touchy part was that only one guy could go and it would be a one way trip, the guy would never return to Earth. The interviewer asked the first applicant, an engineer, how much he wanted to be paid for going. “One million dollars,” the engineer answered. “And I want to donate it all to my alma mater – Rice University.” The next applicant was a doctor, and the interviewer asked him the same question. “Two millions dollars,” the doctor said. “I want to give a million to my family and leave the other million for the advancement of medical research.” The last applicant was a lawyer. When asked how much money he wanted, he whispered in the interviewer’s ear, “Three million dollars.” “Why so much more than the others?” the interviewer asked. The lawyer replied, “You give me three million, I’ll give you one million, I’ll keep a million, and we’ll send the engineer.”

Lady: So, what do you have in mind? Maid: I would like to have a ferrari, no? Lady: Why in the 7 hells do you think you deserve that? Maid: See, I cook way better than you Lady: Says who? Maid: Your husband! Also I do laundry better than you Lady: And why do you think so? Maid: Your Husband said it, Also I´m much better in bed than you are. Lady: DOES MY HUSBAND ALSO SAY THAT??! Maid: No Miss, the gardener Lady: … Red or Yellow for the ferrari?

The woman seated herself in the psychiatrists office. “What seems to be the problem?” the doctor asked. “Well, I, uh,” she stammered. “I think I, uh, might be a nymphomaniac.” “I see,” he said. “I can help you, but I must advise you that my fee is $80 an hour.” “That’s not bad,” she replied. “How much for all night?”

Two cannibals meet one day. The first cannibal says, “You know, I just can’t seem to get a tender Missionary. I’ve baked them, I’ve roasted them, I’ve stewed them, I’ve tried every sort of marinade. I just can’t seem to get them tender.” The second cannibal asks, “What kind of Missionary do you use?” The other replied, “You know, the ones that hang out at that place at the bend of the river. They have those brown cloaks with a rope around the waist and they’re sort of bald on top with a funny ring of hair on their heads.” “Ah, ah!” the second cannibal replies. “No wonder… those are friars!”