Some cunt just told me this, I nearly slotted him. “ A man and his wife are walking through Moscow one December evening when it starts to rain. ‘It’s raining’ says the man, ‘No, I think that’s sleet’ says his wife, ‘No my dear, it’s definitely rain’ says the man but his wife is adamant it’s sleet. The man sees his friend Rudy, an old communist, walking towards them. ‘Rudy is a meteorologist, we’ll ask him if it’s sleet or rain’ the man tells his wife. So he asks Rudy and Rudy replies ‘This precipitation is most definitely rain’. The wife is still not convinced, ‘Your both talking bollocks, this is sleet’ she says. ‘Why can’t you just admit when you are wrong?’ says the husband ‘after all…….Rudolph the red knows rain dear’” Boom fucking boom My most sincere apologies.
Oh goody, a shit christmas joke competition. What kind of pizza did Good king Wenceslas prefer? Deep pan crisp and even.
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by stymie: What kind of pizza did Good king Wenceslas prefer? Deep pan crisp and even.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> WOOOHOOOO! Five stars for Stymie! Made my fucking day that one!
Now if only everyone understood the concept of this particular forum title as well as the two gentleman above. They where both excellent jokes, but with typical British aplomb and reserve they apologised in advance for any possible shortcomings of their respective posts. Therefore they assisduosly defused any potential itinerant ramblings from certain subspecies of our particular breed. Makes me proud to share the same weather patterns as these two stout, hewn of rock, tempered by fortitude and generous of soul, young colts. Does coke give you a higher IQ you think or does it make you ramble?
nope coke makes you skinnie! great diet plan they should sell it on tv! with the bowflex as a two for one deal 1 boyflex and a key of coke!
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Dubya: young colts. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Hmmmmmmmm
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Dubya: young colts. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> After a shitty day at work I feel more like a fucking cart horse, but I'll soon remedy that with a mixed meat curry swiftly followed by 10+ stellas, after that little lot I'll be fucking bulletproof. Or shitting myself inside out. Anyones guess really. Oh and Dub, about the coke, dunno about a higher iq or anything, all it does is make me burp...
Shit Christmas jokes huh? I can do that... Why doesn't Santa have any kids? Because he only comes once a year and thats down a chimney.
to the tune of Winter Wonderland: Lacy things -- the wife is missin', Didn't ask -- her permission, I'm wearin' her clothes, Her silk pantyhose, Walkin' 'round in women's underwear. In the store -- there's a teddy, Little straps -- like spaghetti, It holds me so tight, Like handcuffs at night, Walkin' 'round in women's underwear. In the office there's a guy named Melvin, He pretends that I am Murphy Brown. He'll say, "Are you ready?" I'll say,"Whoa, Man!" "Let's wait until our wives are out of town!" Later on, if you wanna, We can dress -- like Madonna, Put on some eyeshade, And join the parade, Walkin' 'round in women's underwear! Lacy things... missin', Didn't ask... permission, Wearin' her clothes, Her silk pantyhose, Walkin' 'round in women's underwear. Walkin' 'round in women's underwear, Walkin' 'round in women's underwear! gay enough for ya?
