THE DAILY GROANER - Wednesday, Jan. 25th 2012

Good Morning Groanies,

I'm not a clotheshorse. I'm your typical 'jeans and shirt guy' and I wouldn't know fashion if my life depended on it. I'm still wearing t-shirts from high school, for crying out loud. And I hate clothes shopping more than anything. Definitely more than attempting to tutor those Kardashian broads to pass the GED test.

Unfortunately, I had to do a bit of clothes shopping over the weekend. I was in desperate need of some of the essentials - socks and underwear.

I'm very particular about the aforementioned items because they are the most intimate items of clothing that a dude wears, so they need to be at maximum comfort at all times.

So I found a few pairs of socks and undies that exuded the much need comfort from every stitch. So I grabbed them up and made my way to the nearest register.

When I got to the cashier she looked at my items and said, "Let's see. Six pairs of socks and eight pairs of underwear. So, how bad is it down there?"

I let out a confused laugh and then my mind began to reel. What the hell did she mean by that? And more importantly, was she talking about the socks or the underwear... or both?

Groaningly yours,
Steve

P.S. Are you on Facebook? If you are, check out the Deal of the Day fan page. You get exclusive offers and a new deal every day. It is easy to become a fan, just Click Here and hit the like button...

Jokes? Questions? Comments? Email Steve

Now You Can Follow the Daily Groaner on Twitter: DailyGroaner

*-- Bar Joke --*
As a drunk guy staggers out of the bar one Friday evening, a fire engine races past, siren wailing and lights flashing.

Immediately, the drunk starts chasing the engine, running as fast as he can until eventually he collapses, gasping for breath.

In a last act of desperation he shouts after the fire engine, "If that's the way you want it, you can keep your freaking ice creams!"

*-- The Drunk Driver --*
There was an inebriated driver who was pulled up by the police. When the cop opened the door, the driver fell out.

"YOU'RE DRUNK!" exclaimed the police officer.

"Thank God for that!" said the drunk, "I thought the steering had gone."

*-- Q and A Quickies --*
Q: What do you call a guy who never farts in public?

A: A private tutor.


Q: Why were all the ink spots crying?

A: Their father was in the pen.

Missed an Issue? Visit the Daily Groaner Archives