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A few good ones:
A panda walks into a bar. He sits down, and orders a hamburger platter. After he's finished eating it, he takes out a gun and fires all of the rounds into the ceiling.
Slightly shocked, and a bit confused, the man sitting next to him asks, while picking the plaster flakes off his hair, "Uhh... buddy? Why did you do that?"
The animal replies, "I'm a panda. Look it up in the encyclopedia." He then exits the bar.
Sure enough, the patron goes home that night, and takes out his encyclopedia.
"Panda: Eats shoots and leaves."
Bob and Tim were golfing. Bob, in an attempt to get his ball onto the green, gave his ball an aggressive strike, but his aim was off, and the ball fell into a ravine. Grabbing his eight-iron, Bob went into the ravine. At the bottom, he saw something shiny in the grass. Moving it aside, he found that it was an eight-iron, in the grip of a fully clothed skeleton, ready to strike the old, dusty ball in front of it.
"Tim? TIIIIIM? I'm in trouble here!" Bob calls out.
"What is it, Bob?"
"Can you toss me my seven-iron? You can't get out of here with an eight!"
Sherlock Holmes and Watson went out on a camping trip. After supper and a drink or two, they retired to their sleeping bags.
In the middle of the night, Sherlock woke Watson. "Look up at the stars, Watson. What does the sight mean to you?"
"Well," Watson began, "to me, they represent our great fortune in being here, on the hospitable earth. They remind me to appreciate the experience of being, and to enjoy it. Meteorologically, they suggest that we'll have a sunny day tomorrow. And, based on our location and orientation, they tell me it's a quarter past three. What do the stars mean to you, Holmes?"
There was a pause.
"You idiot! It means that someone has stolen our tent!"
(that last one's kind of well known, so odds are that you've heard it before. If not... well, it's even more well known now.)
Oh, oh, one last one.
John goes to his doctor, complaining of terrible headaches. The doctor runs a few tests, including an x-ray, and calls John to his office the next day.
"I've got some bad news, John," he says.
"What is it, doctor?"
"You're suffering a terminal illness. You've got a limited time to live."
"What? How long do I have left?"
"Ten."
"...what? Ten days? Months? Years?"
"Nine... Eight... Seven..."
'Sall for now.
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