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pg- if you think that punchline's bad - I daren't tell you the other one I can remember! It all rhymes and and the last bit is : 'or pluck it' !!!!
Peter- That's the one- you've just updated it !!
Fg, yes, a good joke should be timeless.
Now the bad news. I won't be able to post much over bthe next few months, I have to look after my brother's business while he is in hospital. It turns out that the Chinese takeaway he picked up last night was not made with onions, instead the cook accidentally used daffodil and narcissus bulbs, which are poisonous. Fortunately brother is conscious again now, but he won't be out until Spring.
Not sure if that's a joke Peter. Hang on...got it. It is a joke. You got me there. Brilliant
Thinking of the Edinburgh festival at this time of year - this one was the favourite last year (I think)....
Hedgehogs. Why can't they just share the hedge?
Last night I was checking out my plants for caterpiller tracks when the tank ran me over . . . .
Daintiness - hah!
Panda ... were they squash plants?
A tame spider once lived in my garden, in the eaves of the shed that overhung my potting table, quite a big fellow with long legs and a body like a pea. He liked to jump down to the table and look at me, so I taught him a few simple commands. 'Come' meant run towards me, 'Go' meant run away from me, 'Squat' was just that, if I said 'Play dead' he would lie on his back, and 'Wiggle' was lie upside down waving his legs.
Sadly one day I walked ouside just as two young robins finished pecking off his legs; they flew off taking a leg each and poor old Spidey was left in a pile of the others, waving his pedipalps sadly.
I thought he needed cheering up so I said 'Come' in a friendly way; no response.
'Ok then, Go' I said. Not a sign of movement. 'Squat' - nothing. 'Play dead', 'Wiggle' - still no reaction. I guess spiders hear through their legs.
That's just a web of lies Peter
Like others on this forum, I have millet growing from birdseed. Mine ripened so I ate a few grains raw; they were hard and dry,
Later my mouth was hurting so I went to the dentist thinking some millet was lodged somewhere I couldn't reach.
The dentist took a look. "That's not millet" he said "it's just a sorghum".
And I bet you went af 2 30..........
I've just remembered one from my youth.
Mary had a little Lamb, she kept it in a bucket,
Cos' everytime she took it out the dog would try to kiss it.
Soz Verd, guess I'm now disqualified.
Mummy Mummy can i lick the pan?
No pull the chain like everyone else!!
Smokin Old ones are the best.
Reminds me of one about native Indians on a train and little squaw fetching cold drinks for all. After many trips she returned one time with no water because big chief Sitting Bull was sitting on the well.
That must have been from the Beano. They were on their way to a garden centre..so it's a gardening joke Verd
A man goes into a shop and asks the shopkeeper if they sell potatao clocks,
"a potato clock sir,what do you want that for"
Well I,m always late for work at nine,and my boss said I would be on time if I got up a potato clock.!
My jokes are all taken from the beano and The Times.......
Does the Times have a better class of joke?
They are classically timeless gilly
Mummy mummy I hate my sisters gutts !!
Well push them to the side and eat the peas instead.
Straight from Buckingham Palace, it now turns out that Prince Andrew was picking plums when the police stopped him the other day. It seems that the Queen, God save her, loves her plum tarts. So, send her Victorias.
Right, you lot. Just about had enough of this! I burnt my bacon 'cos I couldn't stop reading (Just found this thread), Then choked on me butty. So for that, here's a really bad one. It's meant to be sung in a really bad voice, but I don't know what the tune is called.
When I was a-walking with my brother Jim
Somebody threw a tomato at 'im
Now tomatoes are soft and they don't 'urt the skin
But this bug**r did, it was still in the tin!
Wait, there's more.
To market, to market, to buy a fat cow
To milk it, to milk it, she did not know how
So she pulled on it's Tail instead of it's T**
And poor little Lucy got covered in -----
Sorry I'l just get me 'at!
Now that last one reminds me of songs we used to sing on long coach journeys.
Lulu had a bicycle;Its seat were mighty sharp,An' every time she sat on itIt went right up 'er ... (interrupted by chorus)Lulu had a boyfriend;'is name were Tommy Tucker.'e took 'er down the alleywayTo see if 'e could ... (interrupted by chorus)I took her to the pictures;We sat be'ind the stalls,An' every time the lights wen' outShe grabbed me by the ... (interrupted by chorus)Lulu 'ad two boyfriends;They both were mighty rich,One the son of a banker,The other a son of a ... (interrupted by chorus)
They say that in the Army,The boots are mighty fine.I asked for size elevenAnd got an eight or nine.Oh Lord, I wanna go,But they won't let me go!They say that in the ArmyThe booze is mighty fine.I asked for a pint of lager.They served me turpentine.Oh Lord, I wanna go,But they won't let me go!They say that in the ArmyThe food is mighty fine.A pea rolled off the tableAnd killed a mate of mine.Oh Lord, I wanna go,But they won't let me go!They say that in the ArmyThe beds are mighty fine.Well, how the **** would they know?They haven't slept in mine!