Savage wrote:I know this one joke I wrote, about a kangaroo, but it's not dirty enough for you pigs.
BBoozer wrote:Savage wrote:I know this one joke I wrote, about a kangaroo, but it's not dirty enough for you pigs.
Come on Savage, get dirty on us. Pleaeaeaease.
BBoozer wrote:Don't act so shy. Be bad and dirty tonight. I'm sure you're almost holy, but there is a bad girl hiding deep inside of you.
Savage wrote:BBoozer wrote:Don't act so shy. Be bad and dirty tonight. I'm sure you're almost holy, but there is a bad girl hiding deep inside of you.
Wow, that scares me. What if?
Smatter Noguts wrote:Q: What do the Boston Red Sox and lawn furniture have in common?
A: They both fold up and are put away in the fall.
mikejwnz wrote:A bloke's wife goes missing while diving off the West Australian coast.
He reports the event, searches fruitlessly and spends a terrible night wondering what could have happened to her. Next morning there's a knock at the door and he is confronted by a couple of policemen, the old Sarge and a younger Constable.
The Sarge says, 'Mate, we have some news for you, unfortunately some really bad news, but some good news and maybe some more good news.'
'Well,' says the bloke, 'I guess I'd better have the bad news first.'
The Sarge says, 'I'm really sorry, mate, but your wife is dead. Young Bill here found her lying at about five fathoms in a little cleft in the reef. He got a line around her and we pulled her up, but she was dead.'
The bloke is naturally pretty distressed to hear of this and has a bit of a turn. But after a few minutes he pulls himself together and asks what the good news is.
The Sarge says, 'Well when we got your wife up there were quite a few really good-sized crays and a swag of nice crabs attached to her, so we've brought you your share.' He hands the bloke a sugar bag with a couple of nice crays and four or five crabs in it.
'Geez thanks. They're bloody beauties. I guess it's an ill wind and all that... So what's the other possible good news?'
'Well,' the Sarge says, 'if you fancy a quick trip, me and young Bill here get off duty at around 11 o'clock and we're gonna shoot over there and pull her up again.'
BigHeadedMidget wrote:Bally Jerry, pranged his kite right in the how's-your-father;
hairy blighter, dicky-birded, feathered back on his sammy,
took a waspy, flipped over on his Betty Harpers
and caught his can in the Bertie.
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