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We went to see a movie the other night.

 

Just as the feature was about to start, a blonde from the center of the row got up and started working her way out. “Excuse me, sorry, oops, excuse me, pardon me, gotta hurry, oops, excuse me.”

 

By the time she got to me, I was trying to look around her and I was a little impatient, so I said, “Couldn’t you have done this a little earlier?”

 

“No!” she said in a loud whisper. “The ‘TURN OFF YOUR CELL PHONE PLEASE’ message just flashed up on the screen and mine is in the car.”

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THERE’S A NEW PRODUCT on the market – Viagra eye drops. 
They don’t do anything other than just make you look hard. 

 

After checking the licence of the driver he’d stopped, the police officer comments.

‘It says here you’re supposed to be wearing glasses.’ 
‘But Officer,’ said the driver, ‘I’ve got contacts.’ 
‘I don’t care who you know,’ snaps the officer.

‘You’re breaking the law and your booked


 

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Are we cringing?? No? You might be soon!!

 

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I met an old pal, John, in the corner shop and we agreed to go for a bevvy.

 

We were at the bar.

 

"What's your poison Owl." "Make mine a brown-ale shandy please John." John ordered his drink, a red fanta and mild shandy, and we sat down for a chat. "That's an unusual drink you have there owl, how long have you been drinking brown-ale shandies?"

 

"Oh, ever since a girl let me be intimate with her. You might remember her; 'Busty' she called herself. We got together for a night out and finished up at her place. Eventually we made it to the bed room. We undressed and she lay on the bed with her legs high and apart."

 

"Then 'Busty' said. See that bottle of lemonade and those two drinking straws by the dresser." "Yup." "Bring them over and pour lemonade into my vagina and into my anus; until they are both full right up. Then, put one straw in my botty and t'other in my pussy and have a good, long suck."

 

"And you did that Owl?!" John asked; seemingly amazed.

 

"Yup, and I've been hooked on the drink ever since."

 

"Tell me about your drink John. A mild shandy with red fanta instead of lemonade; that's, well, not the norm for a big guy like you!"

 

"Owl; all I can say is; different time of the month."

 

"Wonder what became of Busty?!" "I married her."

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Fred was a weather forecaster. He loved his job, and although a clever guy he found it difficult to get girlfriends. They would start off interested, but would soon fall to the wayside disillusioned.

 

On his way home from the pub he saw, standing in a shop doorway, a prozzie. Perhaps he would fare better with this kind of lady. He fancied a shag and got talking to the lady.

 

They went to his place and got undressed. In the tiled bedroom were various, shall we say; impliments.

 

The lady laid on the bed expectently.

 

Fred sat in a tub which had previously been put in place. He began to throw water over himself. He dried himself down and put up an umbrella. Then discarding the umbrella, got back into the tub and began throwing the water again. But! This time, when he got out, instead of an umbrella he switched on the fan. Fred started shivering uncontrollably.

 

The lady had been watching Fred and although at first she thought it amusing, time was getting on, she wanted finish business and get away. I'll give him a couple of minutes more the thought.

 

Fred then started the sequence all over. But when he got out of the tub he put on a plastic mac. Again the water was thrown about. Then the umbrella again. And the fan.

 

"Right! That's it! Enough! Do you want a shag or not?" Asked the lady.

 

"What,, in this weather. Can't we wait for the storm to pass?"
 

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THERE’S THIS PRIEST, and he’s masturbating at the back of the Vatican, when he hears a click – and there’s a tourist who is taking a picture of him.

So he says, ‘Oh, you have a camera,’

The tourist says, ‘Yes, I take picture of you.’

The priest says, ‘How much do you want for camera?’

He replies, ‘A thousand dollars.’

The priest says, ‘OK, I give you a thousand dollars for camera.’

So he gives him the thousand dollars and gets the camera from him and walks round the corner and sees the Monsignor.

The Monsignor says, ‘What are you doing with an ols camera like that? How much you pay did you pay for it?’

The priest says, ‘I paid a thousand US dollars for camera.’ 

 


The Monsignor says, ‘He must have seen you coming!’

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WHAT DO YOU call an Indian Lesbian? 
Mingeater. 


Did you hear about the flasher who was thinking of retiring? 
He decided to stick it out for one more year. 


What did the banana say to the vibrator? 
What are you shaking for? She’s going to rip me apart and eat me! 
 

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A duck goes into a pub and up to the bar. The geezer behind the bar says, ‘What’s your name, Mate?’

and the duck says ‘My name is Dave.’

So the bartender says, ‘What have you been up to today, Dave?’

The duck says, ‘I’ve had a lovely day, I’ve been in and out of puddles and having a laugh. I’ll have a pint of lager please.’

Just then another duck walks in and tells the bartender, ‘My name’s Steve.’ So the bartender says, ‘How have you been, Steve? What you been up to?’ And Steve says, ‘I’ve had a lovely day, I’ve been with Dave and I’ve been in and out of puddles, the same as him.’

The bartender says, ‘Do you want a drink?’ Steve says, ‘Yeah, I’ll have a drink, I’ll have a lager.’

Then a third duck walks in with real difficulty and the barman says to him, ‘Are you all right, mate. What’s happened, what's your name?’

And the 3rd duck says,

 

‘Stuff you mate my name’s Puddles so tell those two *uckers over there to <deleted> off!’

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