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Surely YYY = Yaya! Yaya! Yaya!
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Lavinda Past
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Loiter (verb); to linger aimlessly or as if aimless in or about a place
Loiter (noun); something a native of Birmingham uses to ignite a cigarette
Loiter (noun); something a native of Birmingham uses to ignite a cigarette
Lavinda Past
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Just been to a new Merseyside pub called the Mo Salah.
What a fucking dive.
What a fucking dive.
Lavinda Past
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How many noble gases are dyslexic?
Neon
Neon
blue b4 the moon
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No that'd be YYYYT or YYT.Surely YYY = Yaya! Yaya! Yaya!
Lavinda Past
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My friend told me that his great-great-great-great grandfather is still alive
He has a terrible stuttering problem.
He has a terrible stuttering problem.
jimharri
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By the standard of some (most?) of the offerings on here, that's not that bad. Ish.Chromosomes, a beginner's guide:
XY = Male
XX = Female
YYY = Delilah
Lavinda Past
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An Irish man went to confession at his church.
‘Father’, he confessed, ‘it has been one month since my last confession. I had sex with Fanny Green twice last month’. The priest told the sinner, ‘You are forgiven. Go out and say three Hail Mary’s then put €5 in the collection tray’.
Soon after, another man entered the confessional. ‘Father, it has been two months since my last confession. I’ve had sex with Fanny Green twice a week for the past two months.'
This time, the priest questioned, ‘Who is this Fanny Green?’
'A new woman in the neighborhood’, the sinner replied.
‘Very well,’ sighed the priest, ‘Go and say 10 Hail Mary’s and put €25 in the collection tray’.
At mass the next morning, as the priest prepared to deliver the sermon, a voluptuous, drop-dead gorgeous red-headed woman entered the Church. The eyes of every man in the church fell upon her as she slowly sashayed up the aisle and sat down right in front of the priest.
Her very short dress was emerald-green, and she wore matching, shiny emerald-green shoes.
The priest and the altar boy gasped as the woman in the green dress and matching green shoes sat with her legs spread slightly apart, just enough for them to realize she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
The priest turned to the altar boy and whispered, ‘Is that Fanny Green?’
The altar boy calmly replird, ‘No Father, I think it’s just the reflection from her shoes’.
‘Father’, he confessed, ‘it has been one month since my last confession. I had sex with Fanny Green twice last month’. The priest told the sinner, ‘You are forgiven. Go out and say three Hail Mary’s then put €5 in the collection tray’.
Soon after, another man entered the confessional. ‘Father, it has been two months since my last confession. I’ve had sex with Fanny Green twice a week for the past two months.'
This time, the priest questioned, ‘Who is this Fanny Green?’
'A new woman in the neighborhood’, the sinner replied.
‘Very well,’ sighed the priest, ‘Go and say 10 Hail Mary’s and put €25 in the collection tray’.
At mass the next morning, as the priest prepared to deliver the sermon, a voluptuous, drop-dead gorgeous red-headed woman entered the Church. The eyes of every man in the church fell upon her as she slowly sashayed up the aisle and sat down right in front of the priest.
Her very short dress was emerald-green, and she wore matching, shiny emerald-green shoes.
The priest and the altar boy gasped as the woman in the green dress and matching green shoes sat with her legs spread slightly apart, just enough for them to realize she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
The priest turned to the altar boy and whispered, ‘Is that Fanny Green?’
The altar boy calmly replird, ‘No Father, I think it’s just the reflection from her shoes’.
Lavinda Past
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My Canadian pal went to buy some flowers for his wife.
"Would she like a bouquet? the florist asked.
He replied, "No, she isn't a big reader."
"Would she like a bouquet? the florist asked.
He replied, "No, she isn't a big reader."