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New teacher takes first class.

One lad enters late, and apologises, "Sorry Sir, I was playing on Sandy Hill"

Five minutes later another lad shows up, same excuse.

Then another, and another...

Finally a breathless young lass bursts into the class "And I suppose you've been playing on sandy hill too?" says the teacher resignedly.

"No sir, I am Sandy Hill".

(Cross-post, but it got me no hearts or smiles there, so I figured...)

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Ever since my girlfriend got pregnant a lot has changed in my life....Like my name ,address and telephone number 


My girlfriend said she was leaving me due to my obsession with the 60's group The Monkees. I thought she was joking ........ And then I saw her face......

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A funeral service is being held in a church for a woman who has just passed away. At the end of the service the pallbearers are carrying the casket out, when they accidentally bump into a wall, jarring the casket.

They hear a faint moan. They open the casket and find that the woman is actually alive.

She lives for ten more years and then dies. A ceremony is again held in the same church and at the end of the ceremony the pallbearers are again carrying the casket.

As they are walking out, the husband cries, "Watch out for the wall!"

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5 hours ago, superal said:

Ever since my girlfriend got pregnant a lot has changed in my life....Like my name ,address and telephone number 


My girlfriend said she was leaving me due to my obsession with the 60's group The Monkees. I thought she was joking ........ And then I saw her face......

 

Now I'm a Believer.

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I am trying to make friends outside of Facebook while applying the same principles.
Therefore, every day I walk down the street and tell passers-by what I have eaten, how I feel at the moment, what I have done the night before, what I will do later and with whom. I give them pictures of my family, my dog and of me gardening, taking things apart in the garage, watering the lawn, standing in front of landmarks, driving around town, having lunch and doing what anybody and everybody does every day.  I also listen to their conversations, give ahem the “thumbs up” and tell them I like  them and to others I tell the truth (OK that's not normal on FB but!!
And it works just like Facebook! I already have at least four people following me:


Two tramps one policeman and a psychiatrist!
 

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Once again, I publish the latest neologisms, they are:

1. Coffee (n.), the person upon whom one coughs.

2. Flabbergasted (adj.), appalled over how much  you have gained.

3. Abdicate (v.), to give up all hope of ever having a flat stomach.

4. Esplanade (v.), to attempt an explanation while drunk.

5. Willy-nilly (adj.), impotent.

6. Negligent (adj.), describes a condition in which you absentmindedly answer the door in your nightgown.

7. Lymph (v.), to walk with a lisp whilst wearing a bikini.

8. Gargoyle (n.), gross olive-flavoured mouthwash.

9. Flatulance (n.) emergency vehicle that picks you up after you are run over by a steamroller.

10. Balderdash (n.), a rapidly receding hairline.

11. Rectitude (n.), the formal, dignified bearing adopted by proctologists.

12. Pokemon (n), a Rastafarian proctologist.

13. Circumvent (n.), an opening in the front of boxer shorts worn by Jewish men..

14. Frisbeetarianism (n.), The belief that when you die, your Soul flies up onto the roof and gets stuck there with three dogs barking underneath. 

 

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13 hours ago, Elad said:

Bloke walks into the doctors with a strawberry on his head..

 

Doctor says " I can give you some cream for that "

 

If he was a masochist would he have got the pip and felt the need to be whipped to a frenzy or am I creating too many ripples?

 

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The crusty old managing partner of the law firm finally passed away, but his firm kept receiving calls asking to speak with him. "I'm sorry, he's dead," was the standard answer.

Finally, the receptionist who fielded the calls began to realize it was always the same voice, so she asked who it was and why he kept calling.

 

The reply: "I used to be one of his junior associates, and I just like to hear you say it."
 

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