Jotd

[rogue]

joke of the day:



With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person, which almost went unnoticed the other week.

Larry LaPrise, the man that wrote "The Hokey Cokey" died peacefully at the age of 93. The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin.

They put his left leg in. And then the trouble started.

Shut up. You know it's funny. :badteeth:

[Mantmast]

Give Jibba his bumper book of jokes back please mate...

[han d]

The Gold Lining

A South African gold miner loses his leg in a mining accident and is sat in hospital talking to his mate.


"Well that's me f*cked, who on earth's going to want a one legged gold digger?"


His mate replies "Well, you could try Paul McCartney"

[rogue]

Best of luck to Heather Mills in her upcoming court case. Lets hope she's not defeeted.

[azonica]

Give Jibba his bumper book of jokes back please mate...


:waaaaa:

[Jibba]

Give Jibba his bumper book of jokes back please mate...

My copy and pasted jokes are too high brow for you 'orrible kants :poopslay:

[Mikee Merge n C]

You ain't heard nothing yet.

[rogue]

A husband wrote the following letter for his wife and left it on
the dining room table:

"To My Dear Wife,

You will surely understand that I have certain needs that you,
being 54 years old, can no longer satisfy. I am very happy with you and I
value you as a good wife. Therefore after reading this letter I
hope you will not wrongly interpret the fact that I will be spending the evening
with my 18-year-old secretary at the Comfort Inn Hotel. Please don't be
upset ~ I shall be back home before midnight."

When the man came home late that night he found the following
letter on the dining room table: "To My Dear Husband,
I received your letter and thank you for your honesty about my
being 54

years old. I would like to take this opportunity to remind you that
you are also 54 years old. As you know I am a maths teacher at our local college.

I would like to inform you that while you read this I will be at
the Hotel Fiesta with Michael, one of my students, who is also the
assistant tennis coach. He is young, virile, and like your
secretary, is 18 years old. As a successful businessman with an
excellent knowledge of maths you will understand that we are in the
same situation, although with one small difference; 18 goes into 54
a lot more times than 54 goes into 18. Therefore I will not be home until sometime tomorrow."