The missus and I were having an argument and we were both unwilling to admit we might be wrong. In an attempt to reconcile, she said to me, “I’ll admit I’m wrong, if you admit I’m right.” I agreed and being a gentleman, insisted she go first. “I’m wrong,” she sez. “You’re right!” I replied. That’s when the trouble started.
I met a girl at a club the other night and she told me she’d show me a good time. When we got outside, she ran 100m in 9.69 seconds. Incredible!
When I was in the pub last night, I overheard a couple of morons saying they wouldn’t feel safe on an aircraft if they knew the pilot was a woman! What a pair of sexist idiots! I mean it’s not like she has to reverse the flamin’ thing is it!
When asked by a police traffic officer, “Do you know you were speeding?” The 83-year-old woman gave the young officer an ear-t
-ear smile and stated: “Yes, but I had to get there, before I forgot where I was going.” The officer put his ticket book away and bid her good day.
Barmy Albert and his wife Non-Stick Nora went to the local fair every year. Each year Albert would say, “Nora, I’d like to ride in that helicopter” Nora always replied, “ I know, Albert, but that helicopter ride is fifty quid, and fifty quid is fifty quid!” One year Albert and Nora went to the fair, and Albert opined, “Nora, I’m 75 years old. If I don’t ride that helicopter, I might never get another chance.” To this, Nora replied, “Albert that helicopter ride is fifty quid, and fifty quid is fifty quid” The pilot overheard the couple and said, “ Folks, I’ll make you a deal. I’ll take the pair of you for a ride. If you can stay quiet for the entire flight and don’t say a word, I won’t charge you a shilling! But if you say one word, it’ll cost you fifty pounds.” “Barmy Albert and Non-Stick Nora agreed and up they went. The pilot did all manner of fancy manoeuvres, but not a word was heard. He did his daredevil tricks, even flying upside down. When they landed, the pilot turned to Albert and said, “By jingo, I did everything I could to get you to scream out, but you didn’t. I’m so impressed!” Albert replied, “Well, to tell you the truth I almost said summat when Nora fell out, but fifty quid is fifty quid!”
The missus described me as ‘foxy,’ I was quite chuffed until she went on and said I was a smelly, sly, devious scallywag that rifles through bin-bags and fouls up the lawn.
Thought for Today: We live in strange times. Kids run wild and dogs go to obedience school.
I went for a jog, but came back home after a minute. The reason being, I’m morbidly obese and can’t run for more than a minute.
I paid carpenter cash up front to make me a double bed. He’s only gone and done a bunk!
There is a bloke on my street, who has been featured in the “Guinness Book of Records” for having suffered an amazing forty-six concussions! He lives very close to my house, in fact, he’s just a stone’s throw away…
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