Blind Cashier

[Tiguy]

A joke to get your day started.

A woman goes into the Bass Pro Shop to buy a rod and reel for her
grandson's birthday.
She doesn't know which one to get so she just grabs one and goes over to
the counter.
A Bass Pro Shop associate is standing there wearing dark shades.

She said, "Excuse me, sir. Can you tell me anything about this rod and
reel?"

He said, "Ma'am, I'm completely blind, but if you'll drop it on the
counter,
I can tell you everything from the sound it makes."

She doesn't believe him but drops it on the counter anyway.

He said, "That's a six-foot Shakespeare graphite rod with a Zebco 404
reel and
10-LB. test line. It's a good all-around combination and it's on sale
this week for only $20.00."

She said, "It's amazing that you can tell all that just by the sound of
it dropping on the counter.
I'll take it!"

As she opens her purse, her credit card drops on the floor.

"Oh, that sounds like a Master Card," he said.

She bends down to pick it up and accidentally farts. At first she is
really embarrassed,
but then realizes there is no way the blind clerk could tell it was she
who tooted.
Being blind, he wouldn't know that she was the only person around.

The man rings up the sale and said, "That'll be $34.50 please."

The woman is totally confused by this and asked,
"Didn't you tell me the rod and reel was on sale for $20.00? How did you
get $34.50?"

He replied, "Yes, Ma'am.
The rod and reel is $20.00,
but the Duck Call is $11.00 and
the Bear Repellent is $3.50."

She paid the bill...................

[Twisted Canuck]

Ha! Good one, thanks.

[lmtada]

Winner

[the11fisherman]

lol

[stuckincity]

One Winter night, way up in Dawson City during the Yukon Gold Rush, a chechacko came into the saloon and started conversations with all the Sourdoughs as he continued to buy rounds.
After a while he finally asked them what it takes to become a certified, genuine Sourdough.
They told him that a genuine Sourdough is a man who can drink down a whole keg of whiskey, rape an Eskimo woman, and wrestle a polar bear to the ground - all in the same night.

The chechacko nodded in agreement, then grabbed a keg of whiskey from off of the bar and guzzled down the whole thing without pause. Then he staggered out into the night.

More than 3 hours later he still hadn't returned, and the men were getting worried. They were just talking about organizing a search party when the door burst open and the chechacko staggered in.
His clothes and most of his flesh were in tattered shreds, and he poured blood on the floor as he staggered to the bar.

He leaned back on the bar and shouted:

"OKAY! Where's the Eskimo woman I'm supposed to wrestle to the ground?"