Goverment Advice....if your home is in the eye of the storm, head for your second or third home for safety.
Dead Horse well and truly flogged. Are you making these up or copying and pasting from some inane obscure online joke book?Scientists are working to rid the world of buttock pain
For all arse aches
You've got it. Late Entry commissioned. Although I have no idea why, or why some people have MIA, or DCM added to their moniker as well.Swinger - the horse is funny and so what if he does some plagiarising - we all do it - its called passing on a joke.
Simple answer is you dont have to come in this thread if your that easily upset.
By the way what is LE status?
I'm passing these straight on and claiming credit,keep em comingDead Horse well and truly flogged. Are you making these up or copying and pasting from some inane obscure online joke book?
Either way they are neither funny or clever.
Smacks of desperately seeking attention. (LE Status) via the easiest route possible. Be nice if you contributed elsewhere and not monopolising this thread with tiresome unfunny jokes.
belly laugh type jokes,They are not even worthy of ASDA Christmas Cracker level jokes. I pop into this thread to see if there are any belly laugh type jokes, but instead just see low level plagiarism of shit jokes.
His jokes are no worse than any others on here. FWIW the current mrs_mush thought the 'arse aches' joke was rather good.They are not even worthy of ASDA Christmas Cracker level jokes. I pop into this thread to see if there are any belly laugh type jokes, but instead just see low level plagiarism of shit jokes.
Apparently the benchmark for a good Gynaecologist is one who can decorate the hallway through the letterbox...I was in Leicester and I saw a job advertised for "Gynaecological Assistant".
I popped in and asked for more details.
"Well," says the receptionist, "you have to help ladies get ready for the examination. Help them out of their underwear, lay them down, apply shaving foam to their private parts and shave them. The job pays £45,000 a year. Only problem is, you have to go to Nottingham."
"Is that where the job is?" I asked.
"No," she said "that's where the end of the queue for applicants is."