The
rib ticklers used below are used with permission from the author Ralph Milton.

Rib Tickler 11
A guy who
produced religious television shows was driving through the woods of
Thinking this
might be useful, he walks into the house. "You have a talking dog for sale
here?" he asks.
"Sure
do," said the little lady in the rocker. "He's out back."
The TV producer
went to the back yard. He saw a nice looking Labrador retriever sitting there.
"You
talk?" he asked.
"Yep,"
"So what's
your story?"
"Well,"
the dog growled, "I learned that I could talk when I was just a pup. I got
to be quite a sensation. I opened for Oral Roberts and Billy Graham. I did
interviews on
"Wow,"
said the TV producer. "That sounds great. I'm going to talk to the lady
and find out what your price is."
Inside the house,
the old lady is still rocking away. "How much do you want for your
dog?"
"A
hundred bucks."
"What? That's
pretty cheap for a dog like that?"
"The dog's a
liar," said the lady. "He's a lousy preacher."
Rib Tickler 12
There's the story
of the venerable bishop who was approached by a prostitute. "I'm
sorry," said the bishop. "I can't. You see, it's Lent."
"Well,
honey," said the woman. "Let me know when you get it back."
Rib Tickler 13
Two nuns were
shopping in a food store, and happened to be passing the booze section.
"Would
you like a beer with supper tonight?" one nun asks the other.
"That
would be nice," the other nun replies. "But I'd be so embarrassed
taking beer through the check-out."
"Don't
worry, I can handle it."
As the beer
passed through the check-out person, the nun said cheerily, "We use the
beer to wash our hair. It makes it soft and silky."
The check
out person said nothing. But just before the final total was to be rung up, she
reached under the counter and pulled out a bag of pretzels. "Here,"
she said. "You forgot the curlers."
Rib Tickler 14
A new arrival in
heaven was surprised to see a suggestion box along
"Because some people aren't really happy unless they complain."
Rib Tickler 15
This from Stephani Keer: A friend of mine,
a pastor, had to go down to the place where we met on Sundays to pick up some
equipment. Unfortunately, the area was not the most, ummm,
salubrious.
A
young woman, wearing rather little clothing, asked my friend if he would give her a ride to a bus stop because it was so cold. He opened
the door and she got in.
Trying to make a bit of conversation, he asked, "Are
you going to work?"
"No," said the young woman. "I'm just getting off work."
"And where do you work?" asked the pastor.
"I'm a hooker," she said. "Do you want me to get out?"
"I'm a pastor," my friend replied. "Do you want to get
out?"