Whats Your Favorite Joke? (Please don't report bad jokes)

My girlfriend, Ruth, fell off the back of my motorcycle.

Ruthlessly, I rode on.

One of the better stories I have read in a long time.
Dr. Frank Mayfield was touring Tewksbury Institute when, on his way out, he accidentally collided with an elderly floor maid. To cover the awkward moment Dr. May field started asking questions.
"How long have you worked here?"
"I've worked here almost since the place opened," the maid replied.
"What can you tell me about the history of this place?" he asked.
"I don't think I can tell you anything, but I could show you something."
With that, she took his hand and led him down to the basement under the oldest section of the building. She pointed to one of what looked like small prison cells, their iron bars rusted with age, and said, "That's the cage where they used to keep Annie Sullivan."
"Who's Annie?" the doctor asked.
Annie was a young girl who was brought in here because she was incorrigible—nobody could do anything with her. She'd bite and scream and throw her food at people. The doctors and nurses couldn't even examine her or anything. I'd see them trying with her spitting and scratching at them.
"I was only a few years younger than her myself and I used to think, 'I sure would hate to be locked up in a cage like that.' I wanted to help her, but I didn't have any idea what I could do. I mean, if the doctors and nurses couldn't help her, what could someone like me do?
"I didn't know what else to do, so I just baked her some brownies one night after work. The next day I brought them in. I walked carefully to her cage and said, 'Annie, I baked these brownies just for you. I'll put them right here on the floor and you can come and get them if you want.'
"Then I got out of there just as fast as I could because I was afraid she might throw them at me. But she didn't. She actually took the brownies and ate them. After that, she was just a little bit nicer to me when I was around. And sometimes I'd talk to her. Once, I even got her laughing.
One of the nurses noticed this and she told the doctor. They asked me if I'd help them with Annie. I said I would if I could. So that's how it came about that. Every time they wanted to see Annie or examine her, I went into the cage first and explained and calmed her down and held her hand.
This is how they discovered that Annie was almost blind."
After they'd been working with her for about a year—and it was tough sledding with Annie—the Perkins institute for the Blind opened its doors. They were able to help her and she went on to study and she became a teacher herself.
Annie came back to the Tewksbury Institute to visit, and to see what she could do to help out. At first, the Director didn't say anything and then he thought about a letter he'd just received. A man had written to him about his daughter. She was absolutely unruly—almost like an animal. She was blind and deaf as well as 'deranged.'
He was at his wit's end, but he didn't want to put her in an asylum. So he wrote the Institute to ask if they knew of anyone who would come to his house and work with his daughter.
And that is how Annie Sullivan became the lifelong companion of Helen Keller.
When Helen Keller received the Nobel Prize, she was asked who had the greatest impact on her life and she said, "Annie Sullivan."
But Annie said, "No Helen. The woman who had the greatest influence on both our lives was a floor maid at the Tewksbury Institute."

A little boy, about 10-years-old, was standing before a shoe store on the roadway, barefooted, peering through the window, and shivering With cold.
A lady approached the young boy and said, 'My, but you're in such deep thought staring in that window!'
'I was asking God to give me a pair of Shoes,'was the boy's reply.
The lady took him by the hand, went into the store, and asked the clerk to get half a dozen pairs of socks for the boy. She then asked if he could give her a basin of water and a towel. He quickly brought them to her.
She took the little fellow to the back part of the store and, removing her gloves, knelt down, washed his little feet, and dried them with the towel.
By this time, the clerk had returned with the socks... Placing a pair upon the boy's feet, she purchased him a pair of shoes..
She tied up the remaining pairs of socks and gave them to him... She patted him on the head and said, 'No doubt, you will be more comfortable now.'
As she turned to go, the astonished kid caught her by the hand, and looking up into her face, with tears in his eyes, asked her.
'ARE YOU GOD'S WIFE ??'

WorkingClassHero wrote in post #19295766
My girlfriend, Ruth, fell off the back of my motorcycle.

Ruthlessly, I rode on.

When I returned I saw Ruth in the arms of another man. I rushed over and she was still. "What happened?" I asked, "is she alright?

"Weeeell" said one old timer, "I thought she was until we turned her head the right way..."

''Oh." Ruth was wearing her jacket back to front to stop the wind flowing down her neck.

Punctuation checks by OhLook

kiwichris wrote in post #19297295
Punctuation checks by OhLook

I wish!

You won't believe it, but 230-220/2 = 5!

Capn Jack wrote in post #19297584
You won't believe it, but 230-220/2 = 5!

I don't. It equals 120 unless you put some brackets in.

Pippan wrote in post #19297588
I don't. It equals 120 unless you put some brackets in.

They aren't needed.

Pippan, it's 5 factorial.

Of course they aren't. It stands to reason that now in the R.H.S. of the equation, there is an exclamation mark, which in math is known as the factorial of the written number and the factorial of a number means the product of all the numbers from 1 to the given number. For example,

5! = 5 x 4 x 3 x 2 x 1 = 120

Good 'ere init

Jonzjob wrote in post #19297609
Of course they aren't. It stands to reason that now in the R.H.S. of the equation . . .

John, speaking of the number 5, that's how many minutes I posted before you. Ha ha.

What's R.H.S.? I don't remember it from math class. Maybe it's only taught in maths class.

OhLook & Jonzjob got it

OhLook wrote in post #19297615
John, speaking of the number 5, that's how many minutes I posted before you. Ha ha.

What's R.H.S.? I don't remember it from math class. Maybe it's only taught in maths class.

Right hand side of the equal sign

Never forget Jack that DuckDuckGo is your friend

I was always the strongest in my maths class at school.

Well, you had to be when you were at the bottom holding everyone else up there and going to 13 different schools didn't help with depth, but it taught me a hell of a load of ways of getting it wrong

Capn Jack wrote in post #19297617
Right hand side of the equal sign

Thanks!