Post by keithAM11532 on Mar 18, 2021 19:34:53 GMT 1
Ed came home drunk, slid into bed beside his sleeping wife and fell into a deep slumber. He awoke before the Pearly Gates, where St. Peter said "You died in your sleep, Ed". Ed was stunned. "I'm dead? No, I can't be! I've got too much to live for. Send me back!" St. Peter said "I'm sorry, but there's only one way you can go back, and that is as a chicken". Ed was devastated, but begged St. Peter to send him to a farm near his home. The next thing he knew, he was covered with feathers, clucking and pecking the ground. A rooster strolled past. "So, you're the new hen, huh? How's your first day here?" "Not bad" replied Ed the hen "but I have this strange feeling inside. Like I'm gonna explode!" "You're ovulating" explained the rooster. "Don't tell me you've never laid an egg before?" "Never" said Ed. "Well, just relax and let it happen" says the rooster. "It's no big deal". He did, and a few uncomfortable seconds later, out popped an egg! He was overcome with emotion as he experienced motherhood. He soon laid another egg - his joy was overwhelming. As he was about to lay his third egg, he felt a smack on the back of his head and heard... "ED!! WAKE UP! You're shitting in the bed!"
A man left his cat with his brother while he went on a golfing vacation for a week. When he came back, he called his brother to see when he could pick the cat up. The brother hesitated, then said, "I'm so sorry, but while you were away, the cat died." The man was very upset and yelled, "You know, you could have broken the news to me better than that. When I called today, you could have said he was on the roof and wouldn't come down. Then when I called the next day, you could have said that he had fallen off and the vet was working on patching him up. Then when I called the third day, you could have said he had passed away." The brother thought about it and apologized. "So how's Mom?" asked the man. "She's on the roof and won't come down."
Post by keithAM11532 on Jun 1, 2021 23:08:02 GMT 1
Boris steps out of No. 10 after it’s been snowing. Right in front of him, on the pavement, he sees “Boris is a wanker” written in urine across the snow. Well, he's pretty annoyed. He storms up to the police officers, and reads them the riot act, while they stay silent and stare ashamedly at the floor. Johnson hollers “Well dammit, don’t just sit there! Get out and find out who did it! I want an answer, and I want it tonight!” Later that evening, a chief inspector approaches Boris and says: “Well Mr. Johnson, we have some bad news and we have some really bad news. Which do you want first?” Johnson says “Give me the bad news first.” The officer says “Well, we took a sample of the urine and tested it against all visitors in the last 24 hours. The results just came back, and it was Mr Cummings' urine.” Boris says “Oh my, I feel so... so... betrayed! I have shown him nothing but loyalty and backed him when no-one else could. ...well, what’s the really bad news?” The officer replies “Well, it’s Carrie Symonds’ handwriting..
Post by keithAM11532 on Jun 8, 2021 17:25:06 GMT 1
The French President, is sitting in his office when his telephone rings. “Hallo, Mr. Macron !” a heavily accented voice said. “This is Paddy down at the Harp Pub in County Clare, Ireland. I am ringing to inform you that we are officially declaring war on you!” “Well, Paddy,” Macron replied, “This is indeed important news! How big is your army?” “Right now,” says Paddy, after a moment’s calculation, “there is meself, me cousin Sean, me next door neighbour Seamus, and the entire darts team from the pub. That makes eight!” Macron paused. “I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 100,000 men in my army waiting to move on my command.” “Begoora!” says Paddy. “I’ll have to ring you back.” Sure enough, the next day, Paddy calls again. “Mr. Macron, the war is still on. We have managed to get us some infantry equipment!” “And what equipment would that be Paddy?” Macron asks. “Well, we have two combines, a bulldozer, and Murphy’s farm tractor.” Macron sighs amused. “I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 6,000 tanks and 5,000 armored personnel carriers. Also, I have increased my army to 150,000 since we last spoke.” “Saints preserve us!” says Paddy. “I’ll have to get back to you.” Sure enough, Paddy rings again the next day. “Mr. Macron, the war is still on! We have managed to get ourselves airborne! We have modified Jackie McLaughlin’s ultra-light with a couple of shotguns in the cockpit, and four boys from the Shamrock Bar have joined us as well!” Macron was silent for a minute and then cleared his throat. “I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 100 bombers and 200 fighter planes. My military bases are surrounded by laser-guided, surface-to-air missile sites. And since we last spoke, I have increased my army to 200,000!” “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!” says Paddy, “I will have to ring you back.” Sure enough, Paddy calls again the next day. “Top o’ the mornin’, Mr. Macron, I am sorry to inform you that we have had to call off the war.” “Really? I am sorry to hear that,” says Macron. “Why the sudden change of heart?” “Well,” says Paddy, “we had a long chat over a few pints of Guinness, and we decided there is no fookin’ way we can feed 200,000 prisoners.
Stocked my fridge with beers for the Euros, customised for matches. I've got San Miguel for when Spain are playing because it's Spanish, Beck's for when Germany play because its German, Kronenberg when France play because its French and Carling for when Scotland play because its shit.
It's just before Scotland v England in the Euro’s Group game.
Harry Kane goes into the English changing room to find all his team mates looking a bit glum.
"What's up?" he asks.
"Well, we're having trouble getting motivated for this game. We know it's important but it's only Scotland. They're shite and we can't be bothered".
Kane looks at them and says "Well, I reckon I can beat these by myself, you lads go down the pub."
So Kane goes out to play Scotland by himself and the rest of the English team go off for a few pints. After a few jars they wonder how the game is going, so they get the landlord to put the teletext on. A big cheer goes up as the screen reads "England 1 - Scotland 0 (Kane 10minutes)". He is beating Scotland all by himself!
Anyway, a few more pints later and the game is forgotten until someone remembers "It must be full time now, let's see how he got on". They put the teletext on.
"Result from the Stadium "England 1 (Kane 10 minutes) - Scotland 1"(Angus McShagnasty 89 minutes)".
They can't believe it, he has single handedly got a draw against Scotland!!
They rush back to the Stadium to congratulate him. They find him in the dressing room, still in his gear, sat with his head in his hands. He refuses to look at them.
"I've let you down, I've let you down."
"Don't be daft, you got a draw against Scotland , all by yourself. And they only scored at the very very end"
It snowed last night... 8:00 am: I made a snowman. 8:10 - A feminist passed by and asked me why I didn't make a snow woman. 8:15 - So, I made a snow woman. 8:17 - My feminist neighbor complained about the snow woman's voluptuous chest saying it objectified snow women everywhere. 8:20 - The gay couple living nearby threw a hissy fit and moaned it could have been two snow men instead. 8:22 - The transgender man..women...person asked why I didn't just make one snow person with detachable parts. 8:25 - The vegans at the end of the lane complained about the carrot nose, as veggies are food and not to decorate snow figures with. 8:28 - I was being called a racist because the snow couple is white. 8:31 - The middle eastern gent across the road demanded the snow woman be covered up . 8:40 - The Police arrived saying someone had been offended. 8:42 - The feminist neighbor complained again that the broomstick of the snow woman needed to be removed because it depicted women in a domestic role. 8:43 - The council equality officer arrived and threatened me with eviction. 8:45 - TV news crew from BBC showed up. I was asked if I know the difference between snowmen and snow-women? I replied "Snowballs" and am now called a sexist. 9:00 - I was on the News as a suspected terrorist, racist, homophobe sensibility offender, bent on stirring up trouble during difficult weather. 9:10 - I was asked if I have any accomplices. My children were taken by social services. 9:29 - Far left protesters offended by everything marched down the street demanding for me to be arrested. By noon it all melted Moral: There is no moral to this story. It is what we have become, all because of snowflakes.
Just realised I was seeing the future. I have been making neutral gender snowpeople since about age 5!