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Hopefully,
readers, the blog glitches have gone and you will be receiving emails normally
again.
I was in 2 minds
about posting humour on 9/11 but decided that honouring in memory is fine and
that life continues as normal, or at least as normal as it can be in the
current Age of Covid.
So here is an
appropriate image for the day . . .
Caution: some risquΓ©
humour ahead.
Stay safe,
readers.
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SOME HUMOUR:
I asked my
girlfriend to describe me in 5 words. She said I'm mature, I'm moral, I'm pure,
I'm polite and I'm perfect! Then she added that I...
...also had a
fundamental lack of understanding about apostrophes and spaces...
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A bright young
executive had just been hired as the new CEO of a large high tech firm. The CEO
who was stepping down met with him privately and handed him three numbered
envelopes.
“Open these if
you run up against a problem you don’t think you can handle,” he said.
Well, things
went along pretty smoothly, but six months later, sales took a nosedive and he
was really catching a lot of heat from the board. At wit’s end, he remembered
the envelopes. He went to his drawer and took out the first envelope. The
message read, “Blame your predecessor.”
The new CEO
called a press conference and tactfully laid the blame at the feet of the
previous CEO. Satisfied with his comments, the board, the press, and Wall
Street responded positively, sales picked up, stock prices rose and the problem
was soon behind him.
About a year
later, the company was again experiencing a slight dip in sales, combined with
serious problems getting new product to market. Having learned from his
previous experience, the CEO wasted no time in opening the second envelope. The
message read, “Reorganize.” This he did, and again the company quickly
rebounded.
After several consecutive profitable quarters, the company once
again fell on difficult times. The CEO went to his office, closed the door and
opened the third envelope.
The simple message said, “Prepare three envelopes…”
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A recycled oldie
and a classic . . .
Donald trump is
having tea with the Queen in Buckingham Palace.
When Trump
brings up the topic of telling which politician is intelligent, the Queen calls
for Boris Johnson to come into the room. A minute later, Boris opens the door
and walks in. The Queen asks him, "Your mother has a child who isn't your
brother or your sister. Who is this?". Boris thinks for a moment and says,
"That's a simple question, Your Highness. It's me!"
Donald is
fascinated by this.
Later, when he
returns to the US, he asks Mike Pence, "Your mother has a child that isn't
your brother or your sister. Who is this?"
Mike Pence
scratches his head for a good 10 minutes before he gives up.
Donald Trump,
furious that his Vice President is too dumb to figure out this riddle, angrily
states, "You idiot, it's Boris Johnson!"
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An Englishman is
hiking in Scotland and he pauses to drink from a stream. A passing shepherd
calls out "Dinnae drink frae that, it's all fulla coo piss an shite!"
The Englishman
says to him in a cut-glass accent "I'm terribly sorry, my good fellow,
would you very much mind repeating that in the Queen's English?"
And the shepherd
says "I'm terribly sorry sir, I was only asking if you would like to
borrow this tin cup and get a proper drink?"
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My son asked me "Where does poo come from?"
I was a little uncomfortable, but I sat him down and gave him an honest explanation.
He looked a little perplexed, and stared at me in stunned silence for a few seconds, then asked "And Tigger?"
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I know this is corn but it’s just too good to put in Corn Corner:
My son’s team won the soccer tournament, so the goalkeeper invited the two of us for a party afterwards.
It was the father, the son, and the goalie host.
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FROM THE VAULT:
A man gets onto a plane and is stunned to find a parrot strapped into the seat next to him. The plane takes off and the stewardesses start to do their rounds.
"I'd like a cup of coffee please" says the man to the stewardess when she comes over to take his order. "And get me a whiskey you ugly old cow" squawks the parrot. The man is shocked and the stewardess hurries off all flustered. She comes back almost immediately with the parrot's whiskey but is so flustered that she forgets the man's coffee.
Five minutes later the man still doesn't have his coffee so he calls the stewardess over again. "Can I please have a cup of coffee ?" he asks for the second time. "And get me a whiskey, a double this time you fucking bitch" the parrot squawks at the stewardess. This time the stewardess bursts into tears and rushes off to get the whiskey, again forgetting the man's cup of coffee.
Another five minutes goes by and the man still hasn't got his cup of coffee so he decides to take a leaf out of the parrots book. He calls the stewardess over. "A cup of coffee and make it quick you slag otherwise I'll kick your arse".
The next thing you know the two male stewards come over and open the emergency exit, throwing the man and the parrot out of the plane.
As the two of them start to plunge towards the ground the parrot turns towards the man and squawks "You're a bit fucking lippy for someone who can't fly !!"
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LIMERICK OF THE
WEEK:
(Worcester is
pronounced “Wooster” in England)
A sensitive lady
from Worcester
At a ball met a
fellow who gorcester;
A lecherous guy
With blood in
his uy.
So she ducked
out before he sedorcester.
Alternative
version:
There was a
young lady of Worcester
Who complained
that too many men gorcester.
So she traded
her scanties
For sandpaper
panties,
Now they goose
her much less than they yorcester.
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GALLERY:
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CORN CORNER:
If two witches
buy two watches
Which witch
would watch which watch?
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I wanted to name
my son Lance, but my wife said it was too uncommon...
... I told her
that in medieval days, people were named Lance a lot.
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My deaf
girlfriend just told me, “We need to talk.”
That is not a
good sign.
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Sin city we all
know is Las Vegas, but do you know what Den city is?
Mass over
volume.
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