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Joke thread
- Thread starter mrcunny
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drthingy
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cooperman45 said:I just got the Scouse version of CLUEDO!
It was all of them..
Or it was none of them
Oohvonkyvonky
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cooperman45 said:I just got the Scouse version of CLUEDO!
It was all of them..
What was??
EddieR
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I've just bought a black and white Newcastle United sledge in the winter sale; Never gone downhill so fast in my life!
mac
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An elderly man lay dying in his bed. While suffering
The agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma
Of his favourite scones wafting up the stairs.
He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself
From the bed. Leaning on the wall, he slowly made his way
Out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort, gripping the
Railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs.
With laboured breath, he leaned against the
Door-frame, gazing into the kitchen. Were it not for death's
Agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven, for
There, spread out upon the kitchen table were
Literally hundreds of his favourite scones.
Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his
Devoted Irish wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left
This world a happy man?
Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself
Towards the table, landing on his knees in rumpled posture.
His aged and withered hand trembled towards a scone at the
Edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked by his wife
With a wooden spoon .........
..........
.........
****** off" she said, "they're for the funeral."
The agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma
Of his favourite scones wafting up the stairs.
He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself
From the bed. Leaning on the wall, he slowly made his way
Out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort, gripping the
Railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs.
With laboured breath, he leaned against the
Door-frame, gazing into the kitchen. Were it not for death's
Agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven, for
There, spread out upon the kitchen table were
Literally hundreds of his favourite scones.
Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his
Devoted Irish wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left
This world a happy man?
Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself
Towards the table, landing on his knees in rumpled posture.
His aged and withered hand trembled towards a scone at the
Edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked by his wife
With a wooden spoon .........
..........
.........
****** off" she said, "they're for the funeral."
Cheese Butty
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When I heard about the bombings at the marathon I had a feel of anger, and when I learnt that it was Boston it was more than a feeling
BackofJeanette
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What's the difference between Man Utd and North Korea?
One's a regime run by a mentalist, facist dictator and followed by thousands of brainwashed
in-breds....
The other's a pisspot country in Asia.
One's a regime run by a mentalist, facist dictator and followed by thousands of brainwashed
in-breds....
The other's a pisspot country in Asia.