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’Morning’, says the vicar.
’No’, replies the man, ‘Just walking the dog.’
"Dad, dad, I don't know what to do. I've run over a pig with me tractor and he's still stuck under the front wheels squealing and all, what do I do?"
"Ah, son, I'm sorry but you have no choice but to shoot it, put it out of its misery will ya!"
The phone went silent for a few seconds and Shamus heard a massive bang over the phone. A few seconds later his son was back on the phone:
"Ok, dad, I've done it, now what should I do with his motorbike and speed gun?"
There is no 'H' in Aych, you know that don't you? ~ Wife
Turns out there is an H in Haych! ~ Sporky
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There is no 'H' in Aych, you know that don't you? ~ Wife
Turns out there is an H in Haych! ~ Sporky
Bit of trading feedback here.
Sharon and Tracy were stumbling home from a boozy night out when they both needed a pee. Passing a church they nipped in and crouched down behind some grave stones. Sharon pee’d all over her knickers and threw them in a bush, then they stumbled off home.
Next morning Sharon’s husband phones Tracy’s husband and says “I’m gutted I think she’s having an affair, she came back from the pub last night without her underwear.”
Tracy’s husband says “You think you’ve got problems, I found a card in Tracy’s pants that says ‘you’re the greatest we’ll miss you from all the lads at the fire station!!’.”
Steve has become fed up with living in the big city so moves into the middle of nowhere for some peace and quiet. He keeps himself to himself, but after a while he is getting a bit lonely and bored and hasn’t spoken to anyone.
One day there is a knock on the door, Steve opens it and there is a hideous looking man dressed in dirty work clothes with one eye a scruffy beard and a hook for a hand. The man says:
“Alreet, I’m throwing a party and as you are new around ere I thought I would invite ee.”
Steve thinks the bloke looks crazy but loneliness gets the better of him and he says he’d love to go. The man says:
“I should warn ee there might be some pretty hard drinking.”
Steve thinks he has done London pub crawls loads of times and says it will be fine. The man says
“I should warn ee it’s a country party, likely be some fighting.”
Steve thinks he can handle himself and says that’s fine. Then the man says
“parties round ere get a bit nuts, likely be some pretty dirty sex goin on!”
Steve hasn’t seen a woman in weeks and says that sounds great. He asks the man what he should wear. The man scratches his beard with his hook and says:
“no matter – there’ll just be the two of us…”
“How you doing Abe, done anything interestin’ lately?”
”Ayup, I had me some really hot sex with a woman last week.”
”You don’t say! Women normally don’t want to know the likes of us. How’d you manage to talk her into doing it?”
”There wasn’t a whole lot of talkin’ Joe. She’d been hit by a train and killed. I can’t afford to be choosy though, so I took my chance”
Joe considers this for a while, then says “I guess not. Did she have a good looking body?”
”Well, jeepers I don’t rightly know. I only found her head”.
When he arrived home, his wife asked him about his evening.
"I won the contest for the best toast."
"Really, dear? What was it?"
Not wanting to embarrass her, he improvised again.
"Here's to the best years o' me life, spent in church wi' me wife."
"How sweet, John. Thank you for thinking of me!"
The next morning, Mrs. O'Riley was shopping in town and ran into another member of the Toastmasters club.
"Hello, Mrs. O'Riley. That was some great toast your husband John gave at the meeting last night."
"Yes, it was," said Mrs. O'Riley, "but he wasn't exactly honest with the facts. You see, he's only been there twice; the first time he fell asleep and the second time I had to pull him by the ears to make him come!"
There is no 'H' in Aych, you know that don't you? ~ Wife
Turns out there is an H in Haych! ~ Sporky
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You can negotiate with a terrorist..
There is no 'H' in Aych, you know that don't you? ~ Wife
Turns out there is an H in Haych! ~ Sporky
Bit of trading feedback here.
Every time its his round he makes a bolt for the door!!!!
No-eyed deer.
Still, no-eyed deer.
There's a guy whose wife makes his life hell and he can't take any more. He's in the pub telling a mate who then suggests he hires a hitman. The mate knows of one and arranges a meeting. The henpecked guy meets the hitman, whose name is Arthur, and tells him all about the wife. Arthur listens and says "That's so awful I really feel sorry for you. I tell you what, I'll wave my normal fee and do it for just £1". "Tell me her habits and where she goes". "We'll," says the guy "every day at 10.00am she goes to Tesco for a bit of shopping". The hitman says "How will I recognise her?" "That's easy," says the guy "she always wears a bright red coat". "Great!" says the hitman. "By the way, my friends call me Arty".
A couple of days later at 10.00am Arty is lurking in Tesco when in comes a woman in a bright red coat. That must be her, thinks Arty. He looks around to make sure no-one's looking then leaps out and strangles her. Dead! He's just about to sneak out when he sees another woman in a bright red coat. "Damn!" Oh well, he thinks, so he strangles her too before slipping away.
Next day the newspaper headline reads:
Artichokes two for a pound at Tesco!
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There is no 'H' in Aych, you know that don't you? ~ Wife
Turns out there is an H in Haych! ~ Sporky
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