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Post by jimshoo on Aug 10, 2014 13:19:59 GMT
I am the social club secretary for our local dyslexia society.
I arranged a trip to the Maritime Museum.
Half said they loved it, half said they hated it.
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Post by scorp on Aug 11, 2014 10:31:55 GMT
Sorry jimshoo - but does anyone else not get it?
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Post by anybody on Aug 16, 2014 9:37:22 GMT
I just got off a Ryanair flight from Dublin to Gatwick. This bloke was threatening to shoot flight attendants after they stopped serving him drinks.
Apparently he's been charged with making death threats and, if convicted, he could lose his pilot's license.
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Post by anybody on Aug 16, 2014 9:50:20 GMT
A woman brings eight-year-old Johnny home and tells his mother that he was caught playing doctors and nurses with Mary, her eight-year-old daughter.
Johnny's mother says, "Let's not be too harsh on them... they are bound to be curious about sex at that age."
"Curious about sex?" replies Mary's mother. "He's taken her appendix out!"
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Post by jimshoo on Aug 16, 2014 10:33:12 GMT
Blimey - this place is littered with bodies!
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Robin Andiss-Merrymen
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Post by Robin Andiss-Merrymen on Aug 16, 2014 20:02:10 GMT
I am the social club secretary for our local dyslexia society. I arranged a trip to the Maritime Museum. Half said they loved it, half said they hated it. Well, it's taken me a week Jim but I've finally got the joke (I think). It's a bout that spread that you either love or you hate, isn't it? Robin A-M
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Post by jimshoo on Aug 18, 2014 8:52:06 GMT
Long ago, In the great days of the British Empire, a new commanding officer was sent to a jungle outpost to relieve the retiring colonel.
After welcoming his replacement and showing the usual courtesies (gin and tonic, cucumber sandwiches etc) that protocol decrees, the retiring colonel said, You must meet my Adjutant, Captain Smithers, he's my right-hand man, he's really the strength of this office. His talent is simply boundless."
Smithers was summoned and introduced to the new CO, who was surprised to meet a toothless, hairless, scabbed and pockmarked specimen of humanity, a particularly unattractive man less than three feet tall. "Smithers, old man,tell your new CO about yourself."
"Well, sir, I graduated with honours from Sandhurst, joined the regiment and won the Military Cross and Bar after three expeditions behind enemy lines. I've represented Great Britain in equestrian events, and won a Silver Medal in the middleweight division of the Olympics. I have researched the history of....."
Here the colonel interrupted, "Yes, yes, never mind that Smithers, he can find all that in your file. Tell him about the day you told the witch doctor to fu*k off."
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Post by scorp on Aug 18, 2014 20:40:44 GMT
I am the social club secretary for our local dyslexia society. I arranged a trip to the Maritime Museum. Half said they loved it, half said they hated it. Well, it's taken me a week Jim but I've finally got the joke (I think). It's a bout that spread that you either love or you hate, isn't it? Robin A-M
Of course...Smart Boy Wanted... tsk...
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Post by jimshoo on Aug 20, 2014 11:31:06 GMT
Mick and Paddy enter a spelling bee competition.
First up was Paddy.
"Can you spell the word 'Wheelchair' please Paddy" ,asked the host.
"W-H-E-E-L-C-H-A-I-R, wheelchair", said Paddy.
"Wonderful. Now use it in a sentence please."
"Erm, right." Replied a confused Paddy. "Erm, me and Mick only had enough money for one pint of Guinness between us, but it's ok, wheelchair."
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