Lame Jokes Part 2

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At least those two know the difference between a lame-duck & a pearler.

One can't say the same for other posters.


True.

BTW, here's something for you.


I don't need a spine.
It's holding me back.
 
True.

BTW, here's something for you.

I don't need a spine.
It's holding me back.

Q.....What did the spineless jelly-fish say to the other spineless jelly-fish?

A....You & I have the perfect physique to be politicians.
 
Two electric windmills are standing in a field. One turns to the other and asks, "What kind of music do you like?"
The second one replies, "I'm a huge metal fan."
Two grumpy old fans heard this exchange and one turned to the other and said 'I prefer Blowin in the wind '
 
This bloke sat next to me on the train, pulled out a photo of his wife and said, "She's beautiful isn't she?"
I said, "If you think she's beautiful, you should see my boyfriend mate!"
He said, "Why? Is he a stunner?"
I said, "No, he's an optician!"
 

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Brenda and Steve took their six-year-old son to the doctor.

With some hesitation, they explained that although their little angel appeared to be in good health, they were concerned about his rather small penis.

After examining the child, the doctor confidently declared, 'Just feed him pancakes. That should solve the problem.'

The next morning when the boy arrived at breakfast, there was a large stack of warm pancakes in the middle of the table.

'Gee, Mum,' he exclaimed. 'For me?'

'Just take two,' Brenda replied. 'The rest are for your father.':p
 
A woman, cranky because her husband was late in coming home again decided to leave a note saying,"I've had enough and left you, don't bother coming after me." and hid under the bed to see his reaction.

After a short, while the husband comes home and she could hear him in the kitchen before he comes into the bedroom, she could see him walking towards the dresser and pick up the note.

After a few minutes, he wrote something on the note before picking up the phone and calling someone; "She's finally gone:thumbsu:..yeah I know, about bloody time, I'm coming to pick you up, put on the sexy French shirt, I love you.”

He hung up, grabbed his keys and left. She heard the car drive off as she came out from under the bed.

Seething:mad: with utter rage and with tears in her eyes she grabbed the note to see what he had written; "I can see your feet. Stop being *ed, we're outta bread, throw the kettle on, back in 5 minutes.”
 
Ode to a Bunning’s onion

I am a Bunning’s onion
My life was once quite grand,
I’d get to look at everything
As you held me in your hand.

Looking out the drivers window
Or at the people you would greet,
All these scenes unfolded
Up upon my sausage seat.

Sometimes I would be blinded
Smothered by that sauce so red,
Or a squeeze of yellow mustard
Soaked up by the fresh white bread.

But now my life’s just not as good
As it used to be,
For my view is now constricted
By the snag on top of me.

And why you ask have things so changed,
Why did my status drop?
It’s all because some Gympie bloke
Trod on me and went flop!

So I’ll fade into obscurity
Underneath some dodgy meat,
Now that Bunning’s changed the way
We eat our weekend treat.

So please do not forget me
Now I’m down out of the way,
And now and then lift up that snag
And smile and say G’day!

I’ll still be just as tasty
Cooked so caramel and rich,
I’m just not as important
Since becoming Bunning’s B#tch!

Peter McF@dyen
 

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