Jim had an awful day fishing in the lake, sitting in the blazing sun all day without catching a single one.
On his way home, he stopped at the supermarket and ordered four catfish. He told the fish salesman, “Pick four large ones out and throw them at me, will you?”
“Why do you want me to throw them at you?”
“Because I want to tell my wife that I caught them.”
“Okay, but I suggest that you take the orange trout.”
“Because your wife came in earlier today and said that if you came by, I should tell you to take orange trout. That’s what she’d like for dinner tonight.”
A drunk ice fisherman drills a hole in the ice and peers into it.
As he does so, a loud voice from above says, “There are no fish down there.”
So the drunk fisherman walks several yards away and drills another hole.
As he peers into it he again hears a voice say, “There’s no fish down there.”
So he walks about 20 yards away and drills another hole. Once again the voice says, “There’s no fish down there.”
The fisherman looks up to the sky and asks, “God, is that you?”
“No, you idiot,” says the voice. “It’s the rink manager.”
After 35 years of marriage, a husband and wife came for counseling.
When asked what the problem was, the wife went into a tirade listing every problem they had ever had in the years they had been married. On and on and on: neglect, lack of intimacy, emptiness, loneliness, feeling unloved and unlovable – an entire laundry list of unmet needs she had endured.
Finally, after allowing this for a sufficient length of time, the therapist got up, walked around the desk and after asking the wife to stand, he embraced and kissed her long and passionately as her husband watched – with a raised eyebrow.
The woman shut up and quietly sat down in a daze. The therapist turned to the husband and said, “This is what your wife needs at least 3 times a week. Can you do this?”
“Well, I can drop her off here on Mondays and Wednesdays, but on Fridays I fish.”