SCOUSE HUMOUR
Originally Posted by Scouse
Senior moment Scouse(op)? https://images.app.goo.gl/YbssLk76Qz1vzdcM8 Copy and paste!
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A touching love story...*
*WIFE:*What would you do if i died?
Would you get married again?
*Husband:*No...how can I think of marrying?
*Wife:*Why not?You would need company...for good and bad moments..
.. please marry again
*Husband:*..you are so sweet.... even after death u r worrying about me...
*Wife:*So promise me, u will remarry if I die...
*Husband:*O.k, o.k, I will get married again...just for you
*Wife:*Would you live in our house with your new wife...?
*Husband:*Yes, but I will never let her use your room.
*Wife:*Would you let her drive my car ?
*Husband:*no...its yours... I will keep it as your memory... and buy her a new one..
*Wife:Would you give her my jewelry?
*Husband:*No...how can I...? It has your memories attached...
I am sure she would want her own.
*Wife:*Would she wear my shoes..?
*Husband:*No, never... her size is '7', and yours is 9
*Wife:*--silence-
*Husband:*Ahhhhhhhhh...!!!
*Husband's funeral is tomorrow, please attend....*
*WIFE:*What would you do if i died?
Would you get married again?
*Husband:*No...how can I think of marrying?
*Wife:*Why not?You would need company...for good and bad moments..
.. please marry again
*Husband:*..you are so sweet.... even after death u r worrying about me...
*Wife:*So promise me, u will remarry if I die...
*Husband:*O.k, o.k, I will get married again...just for you
*Wife:*Would you live in our house with your new wife...?
*Husband:*Yes, but I will never let her use your room.
*Wife:*Would you let her drive my car ?
*Husband:*no...its yours... I will keep it as your memory... and buy her a new one..
*Wife:Would you give her my jewelry?
*Husband:*No...how can I...? It has your memories attached...
I am sure she would want her own.
*Wife:*Would she wear my shoes..?
*Husband:*No, never... her size is '7', and yours is 9
*Wife:*--silence-
*Husband:*Ahhhhhhhhh...!!!
*Husband's funeral is tomorrow, please attend....*
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A MATE OF MINE WHO FOR HIS SINS FOLLOWS EVERTON FOOTBALL CLUB
AND HAS HAD A BAD TIME OF LATE SENT THE FOLLOWING MESSAGE.
DO YOU AGREE WITH HIM
I must mention the topic of the month; V.A.R. or as I call it VARCICLE
How come for over a century football rules were understood by the greater majority
of the fans and every Saturday, yes that was Footie day, we would all argue whether
it was a Pen, offside, Goal etc etc, but over a season decisions balanced out.
Then we get the M O T D and the SKY etc lot slowing the game down and turning
the football match into an episode of QUINCY, slowed down 500 times,
played, replayed and again and again.
Another JOBSWORTH in EUFA then throws his few euros worth in,
if the ball should hit your arm at the speed of an Exocet Missile it’s a penalty,
(forgot, unless it’s Everton of course)
. Micrometers and Linear Gauges are introduced to see if one of your player’s pubic hairs
is ahead of a boil on some defenders nose and you’re off-side.
Furthermore, the match can now last for up to 2 hours because, the VAR Official
needs to peruse the incident 151 times, with the best one from Anthony Taylor
(******* have to curb my expletives) decides that as; 2 players were challenging for the same ball
, oh ye, the hand ball isn’t a hand ball, so Everton got shafted again.
Although a BLUENOSE, I have no doubt there isn’t a genuine fan, who goes to the game
, can take much more of this destruction of the Wonderful Game.
RANT OVER & FEEL BETTER ALREADY.
AND HAS HAD A BAD TIME OF LATE SENT THE FOLLOWING MESSAGE.
DO YOU AGREE WITH HIM
I must mention the topic of the month; V.A.R. or as I call it VARCICLE
How come for over a century football rules were understood by the greater majority
of the fans and every Saturday, yes that was Footie day, we would all argue whether
it was a Pen, offside, Goal etc etc, but over a season decisions balanced out.
Then we get the M O T D and the SKY etc lot slowing the game down and turning
the football match into an episode of QUINCY, slowed down 500 times,
played, replayed and again and again.
Another JOBSWORTH in EUFA then throws his few euros worth in,
if the ball should hit your arm at the speed of an Exocet Missile it’s a penalty,
(forgot, unless it’s Everton of course)
. Micrometers and Linear Gauges are introduced to see if one of your player’s pubic hairs
is ahead of a boil on some defenders nose and you’re off-side.
Furthermore, the match can now last for up to 2 hours because, the VAR Official
needs to peruse the incident 151 times, with the best one from Anthony Taylor
(******* have to curb my expletives) decides that as; 2 players were challenging for the same ball
, oh ye, the hand ball isn’t a hand ball, so Everton got shafted again.
Although a BLUENOSE, I have no doubt there isn’t a genuine fan, who goes to the game
, can take much more of this destruction of the Wonderful Game.
RANT OVER & FEEL BETTER ALREADY.
STREET FOOTBALL RULES
AS A KID
1 THE FATTEST KID WENT IN GOAL.
2 THE PERSON WHO'S BALL IT WAS
DECIDES WHO PLAYS.
3 PENALTIES ONLY AWARDED IF THERE IS A BROKEN LEG.
4 THE MATCH ONLY ENDS WHEN THE PERSON WHO OWNS THE BALL GETS CALLED IN FOR HIS DINNER.
5 EVEN IF YOUR TEAM IS WINNING 27-NIL THE WINNER IS ALWAYS DETERMINED BY (NEXT GOAL WINS.)
6 NO REFEREE.
7 IF NOBODY HAS A FOOTBALL A CAN WILL DO.
8 IF YOU WERE PICKED LAST -YOU HAD NO CHANCE IN LIFE.
9 WHOEVER KICKS IT OVER A FENCE GETS IT
10 GETTING THE BALL STUCK UNDER A CAR IS THE MOST STRESSFUL PART OF LIFE
AS A KID
1 THE FATTEST KID WENT IN GOAL.
2 THE PERSON WHO'S BALL IT WAS
DECIDES WHO PLAYS.
3 PENALTIES ONLY AWARDED IF THERE IS A BROKEN LEG.
4 THE MATCH ONLY ENDS WHEN THE PERSON WHO OWNS THE BALL GETS CALLED IN FOR HIS DINNER.
5 EVEN IF YOUR TEAM IS WINNING 27-NIL THE WINNER IS ALWAYS DETERMINED BY (NEXT GOAL WINS.)
6 NO REFEREE.
7 IF NOBODY HAS A FOOTBALL A CAN WILL DO.
8 IF YOU WERE PICKED LAST -YOU HAD NO CHANCE IN LIFE.
9 WHOEVER KICKS IT OVER A FENCE GETS IT
10 GETTING THE BALL STUCK UNDER A CAR IS THE MOST STRESSFUL PART OF LIFE
A RECENT ARTICLE IN THE DAILY POST REPORTED THAT A MAN, DAVE HARPER
, HAS SUED St PAUL'S HOSPITAL SAYING
AFTER HIS WIFE HAD SURGERY THERE SHE LOST ALL INTEREST IN SEX.
A HOSPITAL SPOKESMAN REPLIED;
"MRS HARPER WAS ADMITTED FOR CATARACT SURGERY .
ALL WE DID WAS CORRECT HER EYESIGHT
, HAS SUED St PAUL'S HOSPITAL SAYING
AFTER HIS WIFE HAD SURGERY THERE SHE LOST ALL INTEREST IN SEX.
A HOSPITAL SPOKESMAN REPLIED;
"MRS HARPER WAS ADMITTED FOR CATARACT SURGERY .
ALL WE DID WAS CORRECT HER EYESIGHT
Originally Posted by Scouse
I remember those days well. I append my other memories of football at school.School Football Rules (Well in my old school anyway)
1. It was always either raining or snowing.
2. The park where you played seemed miles from the school.
3. No-one ever wore gloves - except the PE Teacher.
4. The PE Teacher always had his favourite – and it showed.
5. The ball was always heavier than your boots – even when dry.
6. If you couldn’t head the ball you were called a fairy.
7. The ball was never fully pumped up because of the small hole in the bladder.
8. If anyone fell over and complained of a foul they were laughed at and ignored.
9. If you weren’t very good (that would be me) you were told you were useless.
10. If you were any good you got told to stop showing off.
Dave a great reply. As it would happen last Wednesday I took my wife
back to the.house, in Liverpool where I was born( 1943) to see if it was still the same.
It is but on the subject of playing in the street It was slightly disappointing
( health and safety wise) in their wisdom someone decided to dig up all the
private bushes which were our sidelines. Also when you got tackled you went
straight through into the neighbouring gardens ,either side
There were trees either side of the road
which eventually were put on the bonfires over the years, our goalposts, with any
old furniture and the neighbours wooden gates' , There wasn't a child out playing ,that day,
the weather didn't matter in our time, from 1/2 four to about 10 at night only disturbed by
"Tommy get in for your tea" then out again till someone burst the ball or there was nobody left.
If the ball burst it could be stuffed with paper and string tied around it.
The standards were quite high with several lads eventually went on to play professionally-
Gerry Burn-Liverpool, Chris Lawler -Liverpool full backs .and Stan Harland Everton./ Swindon.
This took place in the road there's almost no fields around now that have not been turned into
housing estates. As private Fraser from dad's army, said "we're Doomed" see you Dave keep contributing
back to the.house, in Liverpool where I was born( 1943) to see if it was still the same.
It is but on the subject of playing in the street It was slightly disappointing
( health and safety wise) in their wisdom someone decided to dig up all the
private bushes which were our sidelines. Also when you got tackled you went
straight through into the neighbouring gardens ,either side
There were trees either side of the road
which eventually were put on the bonfires over the years, our goalposts, with any
old furniture and the neighbours wooden gates' , There wasn't a child out playing ,that day,
the weather didn't matter in our time, from 1/2 four to about 10 at night only disturbed by
"Tommy get in for your tea" then out again till someone burst the ball or there was nobody left.
If the ball burst it could be stuffed with paper and string tied around it.
The standards were quite high with several lads eventually went on to play professionally-
Gerry Burn-Liverpool, Chris Lawler -Liverpool full backs .and Stan Harland Everton./ Swindon.
This took place in the road there's almost no fields around now that have not been turned into
housing estates. As private Fraser from dad's army, said "we're Doomed" see you Dave keep contributing
Why we shoot deer in the wild:
I had this idea that I could rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and eat it. The first step in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that, since they congregate at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fear of me when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away), it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and transport it home.
I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope. The cattle, having seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They were not having any of it. After about 20 minutes, my deer showed up-- 3 of them. I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out from the end of the feeder, and threw my rope. The deer just stood there and stared at me. I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would have a good hold.
The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you could tell it was mildly concerned about the whole rope situation. I took a step towards it, it took a step away. I put a little tension on the rope, and then received an education. The first thing that I learned is that, while a deer may just stand there looking at you funny while you rope it, they are spurred to action when you start pulling on that rope.
That deer EXPLODED. The second thing I learned is that pound for pound, a deer is a LOT stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow or a colt in that weight range I could fight down with a rope and with some dignity. A deer-- no Chance. That thing ran and bucked and twisted and pulled. There was no controlling it and certainly no getting close to it. As it jerked me off my feet and started dragging me across the ground, it occurred to me that having a deer on a rope was not nearly as good an idea as I had originally imagined. The only upside is that they do not have as much stamina as many other animals.
A brief 10 minutes later, it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerk me off my feet and drag me when I managed to get up. It took me a few minutes to realize this, since I was mostly blinded by the blood flowing out of the big gash in my head. At that point, I had lost my taste for corn-fed venison. I just wanted to get that devil creature off the end of that rope.
I figured if I just let it go with the rope hanging around its neck, it would likely die slow and painfully somewhere. At the time, there was no love at all between me and that deer. At that moment, I hated the thing, and I would venture a guess that the feeling was mutual. Despite the gash in my head and the several large knots where I had cleverly arrested the deer's momentum by bracing my head against various large rocks as it dragged me across the ground, I could still think clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance that I shared some tiny amount of responsibility for the situation we were in. I didn't want the deer to have to suffer a slow death, so I managed to get it lined back up in between my truck and the feeder - a little trap I had set before hand...kind of like a squeeze chute. I got it to back in there and I started moving up so I could get my rope back.
Did you know that deer bite? They do! I never in a million years would have thought that a deer would bite somebody, so I was very surprised when ..... I reached up there to grab that rope and the deer grabbed hold of my wrist. Now, when a deer bites you, it is not like being bit by a horse where they just bite you and slide off to then let go. A deer bites you and shakes its head--almost like a pit bull. They bite HARD and it hurts.
The proper thing to do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze and draw back slowly. I tried screaming and shaking instead. My method was ineffective.
It seems like the deer was biting and shaking for several minutes, but it was likely only several seconds. I, being smarter than a deer (though you may be questioning that claim by now), tricked it. While I kept it busy tearing the tendons out of my right arm, I reached up with my left hand and pulled that rope loose.
That was when I got my final lesson in deer behavior for the day.
Deer will strike at you with their front feet. They rear right up on their back feet and strike right about head and shoulder level, and their hooves are surprisingly sharp... I learned a long time ago that, when an animal -like a horse --strikes at you with their hooves and you can't get away easily, the best thing to do is try to make a loud noise and make an aggressive move towards the animal. This will usually cause them to back down a bit so you can escape.
This was not a horse. This was a deer, so obviously, such trickery would not work. In the course of a millisecond, I devised a different strategy. I screamed like a woman and tried to turn and run. The reason I had always been told NOT to try to turn and run from a horse that paws at you is that there is a good chance that it will hit you in the back of the head. Deer may not be so different from horses after all, besides being twice as strong and 3 times as evil, because the second I turned to run, it hit me right in the back of the head and knocked me down.
Now, when a deer paws at you and knocks you down, it does not immediately leave. I suspect it does not recognize that the danger has passed. What they do instead is paw your back and jump up and down on you while you are laying there crying like a little girl and covering your head.
I finally managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away. So now I know why when people go deer hunting they bring a rifle with a scope......to sort of even the odds!!
I had this idea that I could rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and eat it. The first step in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that, since they congregate at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fear of me when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away), it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and transport it home.
I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope. The cattle, having seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They were not having any of it. After about 20 minutes, my deer showed up-- 3 of them. I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out from the end of the feeder, and threw my rope. The deer just stood there and stared at me. I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would have a good hold.
The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you could tell it was mildly concerned about the whole rope situation. I took a step towards it, it took a step away. I put a little tension on the rope, and then received an education. The first thing that I learned is that, while a deer may just stand there looking at you funny while you rope it, they are spurred to action when you start pulling on that rope.
That deer EXPLODED. The second thing I learned is that pound for pound, a deer is a LOT stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow or a colt in that weight range I could fight down with a rope and with some dignity. A deer-- no Chance. That thing ran and bucked and twisted and pulled. There was no controlling it and certainly no getting close to it. As it jerked me off my feet and started dragging me across the ground, it occurred to me that having a deer on a rope was not nearly as good an idea as I had originally imagined. The only upside is that they do not have as much stamina as many other animals.
A brief 10 minutes later, it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerk me off my feet and drag me when I managed to get up. It took me a few minutes to realize this, since I was mostly blinded by the blood flowing out of the big gash in my head. At that point, I had lost my taste for corn-fed venison. I just wanted to get that devil creature off the end of that rope.
I figured if I just let it go with the rope hanging around its neck, it would likely die slow and painfully somewhere. At the time, there was no love at all between me and that deer. At that moment, I hated the thing, and I would venture a guess that the feeling was mutual. Despite the gash in my head and the several large knots where I had cleverly arrested the deer's momentum by bracing my head against various large rocks as it dragged me across the ground, I could still think clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance that I shared some tiny amount of responsibility for the situation we were in. I didn't want the deer to have to suffer a slow death, so I managed to get it lined back up in between my truck and the feeder - a little trap I had set before hand...kind of like a squeeze chute. I got it to back in there and I started moving up so I could get my rope back.
Did you know that deer bite? They do! I never in a million years would have thought that a deer would bite somebody, so I was very surprised when ..... I reached up there to grab that rope and the deer grabbed hold of my wrist. Now, when a deer bites you, it is not like being bit by a horse where they just bite you and slide off to then let go. A deer bites you and shakes its head--almost like a pit bull. They bite HARD and it hurts.
The proper thing to do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze and draw back slowly. I tried screaming and shaking instead. My method was ineffective.
It seems like the deer was biting and shaking for several minutes, but it was likely only several seconds. I, being smarter than a deer (though you may be questioning that claim by now), tricked it. While I kept it busy tearing the tendons out of my right arm, I reached up with my left hand and pulled that rope loose.
That was when I got my final lesson in deer behavior for the day.
Deer will strike at you with their front feet. They rear right up on their back feet and strike right about head and shoulder level, and their hooves are surprisingly sharp... I learned a long time ago that, when an animal -like a horse --strikes at you with their hooves and you can't get away easily, the best thing to do is try to make a loud noise and make an aggressive move towards the animal. This will usually cause them to back down a bit so you can escape.
This was not a horse. This was a deer, so obviously, such trickery would not work. In the course of a millisecond, I devised a different strategy. I screamed like a woman and tried to turn and run. The reason I had always been told NOT to try to turn and run from a horse that paws at you is that there is a good chance that it will hit you in the back of the head. Deer may not be so different from horses after all, besides being twice as strong and 3 times as evil, because the second I turned to run, it hit me right in the back of the head and knocked me down.
Now, when a deer paws at you and knocks you down, it does not immediately leave. I suspect it does not recognize that the danger has passed. What they do instead is paw your back and jump up and down on you while you are laying there crying like a little girl and covering your head.
I finally managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away. So now I know why when people go deer hunting they bring a rifle with a scope......to sort of even the odds!!
Keep 'em coming, Tommy, just love them all !!!
Originally Posted by Scouse
Thanks Mate. As an Eastender (no, not one of the overpaid pratts on the telly most of whom are probably from nowhere near the smoke) I like to know by how many goals my teams (West Ham and Crystal Palace) lost. I too remember The side-line hedges, especially as you mentioned, being shoulder-barged, (ot allowed now I believe), and ending up bedraggled in the front yard of a random garden. The thing is, nobody told you off (much) and you just brushed yourself down (if you could be bothered) and got on with the game. I grew up in Wolverhampton in the early 60s and in our street of about 80 houses there were only 5 cars. I would imagine your street had similar advantages. We were lucky in that we had quite a wide road. The cars had to wait for us either to score a goal or for the ball to go into someone's garden. As there were often between 40 and 50 of us (20 -25 a side) they didn't have much choice. We had two West Indian boys who didn't want to join in but wanted to watch so we used them as goal posts. To their credit they didn't flinch (much) even when someone hit the 'Woodwork'. As far as I know, nobody in my year, or probably the whole school, went on to be anything of note. I think most of them either worked in either Courtaulds or Manders Brothers Paint products. It's sad that children are not able to play in the street. I'm sure it increases sociability and friendship. Sort of , disagree about a penalty, five minutes of fisticuffs, shake hands and get on with the game. Nowadays it seems nobody knows anybody else in the street. As you quoted from Private 'Taffy' Frazer. "we're all doomed. I knew it all along. I never did trrrust the fellerrr." take care mate.
Originally Posted by Scouse
My grandad was a carpenter, joiner and cabinet maker. I don't know if he was a lovely man (I like to hope he was but he could have been a mass murderer for all I know). I never knew him because he died 22 years before I was born. I've seen some of his work and the doors did seem to work that way.
Originally Posted by Dave Inkley
A friend forgot his laptop and left it on the floor of my room.
My grandma thought it was
a set of scales
conclusion?
She weighs £905
Originally Posted by Scouse
Wow. Expensive scales. Maybe your Grandma should go to Specsavers. They did wonders for my mince pies. I don't trip over the dog anymore.
So I was in the McDonald’s drive-through this morning and the lady
behind me honked at me and flipped me off because I was taking to long to order
. Wow! So, me being a nice person, I paid for her food.
I moved up and she leaned out the window looking all crazy
at me because the teller told her I paid for her food.
She felt embarrassed.
When I got to the second window to get my food,
I showed them both receipts and took her food too!
I paid for it, it’s mine!
Now she has to wait even longer.
So I Honked my horn and screamed back, “Patience is a virtue”
behind me honked at me and flipped me off because I was taking to long to order
. Wow! So, me being a nice person, I paid for her food.
I moved up and she leaned out the window looking all crazy
at me because the teller told her I paid for her food.
She felt embarrassed.
When I got to the second window to get my food,
I showed them both receipts and took her food too!
I paid for it, it’s mine!
Now she has to wait even longer.
So I Honked my horn and screamed back, “Patience is a virtue”
An old tired-looking dog wandered into the yard. I could tell from his collar and well fed belly that he had a home. He followed me into the house, into the kitchen, and on a couch.
An hour later he went to the door, and I let him out.
The next day he was back, resumed his position o n the couch, and slept for an hour.
This continued for several weeks.
Curious, I pinned a note to his collar,
"Every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap."
The next day he arrived with a different note pinned to his collar
, "He lives in a home with ten children. He's trying to catch up on his sleep.
Can I come with him tomorrow?"
An hour later he went to the door, and I let him out.
The next day he was back, resumed his position o n the couch, and slept for an hour.
This continued for several weeks.
Curious, I pinned a note to his collar,
"Every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap."
The next day he arrived with a different note pinned to his collar
, "He lives in a home with ten children. He's trying to catch up on his sleep.
Can I come with him tomorrow?"
A man wakes up in a hospital, bandaged from head to foot.
The doctor comes in and says, "Ah, I see you've regained consciousness.
Now, you probably won't remember, but you were in a huge pile-up on the motorway.
You're going to be okay, you'll walk again and everything,
however, your penis was severed in the accident and the paramedics couldn't find it.”
The man groans, but the doctor goes on…
"You do have £9,000 in insurance compensation coming though, and
we now have the technology to build a new penis.
They work great but they don't come cheap. It's roughly £1,000 an inch.
The man perks up. So, the doctor says, "You must decide how many inches you want.
But understand that you have been married for over thirty years
and this is something you should discuss with your wife.
If you had a five incher before and get a nine incher now, she might be a bit uncomfortable.
If you had a nine incher before and you decide to only invest in a five incher now,
she might be disappointed."
The doctor comes back the next day, "So, have you spoken with your wife?
” "Yes I have," says the man. "And has she helped you make a decision?” "Yes," says the man.
"What is your decision?" asks the doctor. "We're getting a new kitchen''
The doctor comes in and says, "Ah, I see you've regained consciousness.
Now, you probably won't remember, but you were in a huge pile-up on the motorway.
You're going to be okay, you'll walk again and everything,
however, your penis was severed in the accident and the paramedics couldn't find it.”
The man groans, but the doctor goes on…
"You do have £9,000 in insurance compensation coming though, and
we now have the technology to build a new penis.
They work great but they don't come cheap. It's roughly £1,000 an inch.
The man perks up. So, the doctor says, "You must decide how many inches you want.
But understand that you have been married for over thirty years
and this is something you should discuss with your wife.
If you had a five incher before and get a nine incher now, she might be a bit uncomfortable.
If you had a nine incher before and you decide to only invest in a five incher now,
she might be disappointed."
The doctor comes back the next day, "So, have you spoken with your wife?
” "Yes I have," says the man. "And has she helped you make a decision?” "Yes," says the man.
"What is your decision?" asks the doctor. "We're getting a new kitchen''
I was a very happy man. My wonderful girlfriend and I had been dating for over a year, and so we decided to get married. There was only one little thing bothering me—it was her beautiful younger sister. My prospective sister-in-law was twenty-two, wore very tight miniskirts, and generally was bra-less. She would regularly bend down when she was near me, and I always got more than a nice view. It had to be deliberate. Because she never did it when she was near anyone else.
One day her “little” sister called and asked me to come over to check the wedding invitations. She was alone when I arrived, and she whispered to me that she had feelings and desires for me that she couldn’t overcome. She told me that she wanted me just once before I got married and committed my life to her sister. Well, I was in total shock, and couldn’t say a word.
She said, “I’m going upstairs to my bedroom, and if you want one last wild fling, just come up and get me.”
I was stunned and frozen in shock as I watched her go up the stairs. I stood there for a moment, then turned and made a beeline straight to the front door.
I opened the door, and headed straight towards my car. Lo and behold, my entire future family was standing outside, all clapping!
With tears in his eyes, my father-in-law hugged me and said, “We are very happy that you have passed our little test. We couldn’t ask for a better man for our daughter. Welcome to the family.”
And the moral of this story is: Always keep your condoms in your car.
One day her “little” sister called and asked me to come over to check the wedding invitations. She was alone when I arrived, and she whispered to me that she had feelings and desires for me that she couldn’t overcome. She told me that she wanted me just once before I got married and committed my life to her sister. Well, I was in total shock, and couldn’t say a word.
She said, “I’m going upstairs to my bedroom, and if you want one last wild fling, just come up and get me.”
I was stunned and frozen in shock as I watched her go up the stairs. I stood there for a moment, then turned and made a beeline straight to the front door.
I opened the door, and headed straight towards my car. Lo and behold, my entire future family was standing outside, all clapping!
With tears in his eyes, my father-in-law hugged me and said, “We are very happy that you have passed our little test. We couldn’t ask for a better man for our daughter. Welcome to the family.”
And the moral of this story is: Always keep your condoms in your car.
Ha Ha! Memories are made of this.
Laurence ex medic
Laurence ex medic
A woman was sure that her husband was cheating on her, and having an affair with the Maid.
So she laid down a trap.
One evening she suddenly sent the maid home for the weekend & didn't tell the husband.
That night when they went to bed, the husband gave the old story: "Excuse me my dear, my stomach aches", and went to the bathroom.
The wife promptly went into the Maid's bed. She switched the lights off.
When he came in silently, he wasted no time or words but had his way with her....
When he finished and was still panting, the wife said: "You didn't expect to find me in this bed, did you?"
And then she switched on the light...
"No madam", said the Gardener.
So she laid down a trap.
One evening she suddenly sent the maid home for the weekend & didn't tell the husband.
That night when they went to bed, the husband gave the old story: "Excuse me my dear, my stomach aches", and went to the bathroom.
The wife promptly went into the Maid's bed. She switched the lights off.
When he came in silently, he wasted no time or words but had his way with her....
When he finished and was still panting, the wife said: "You didn't expect to find me in this bed, did you?"
And then she switched on the light...
"No madam", said the Gardener.
Funny one my grandson gave me
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Originally Posted by Bob (Tuffy ) Draper
Your Grandson knows exactly what he's talking about, Bob !!!!!
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Originally Posted by Bob (Tuffy ) Draper
Love it, Bob, thank you!!
Understanding Engineers 1
Two engineering students were riding bicycles across a university campus when one said, "Where did you get the great bike?"
The second engineer replied, "Well, I was walking yesterday, minding my own business, when a beautiful woman rode up on this bike, threw it to the ground, took off all her clothes and said, "Take what you want."
The first engineer nodded approvingly and said, "Good choice: The clothes probably wouldn't have fitted you anyway."
Understanding Engineers 2
To the optimist, the glass is half-full. To the pessimist, the glass is half-empty.
To the engineer, the glass is twice as big as it needs to be.
Understanding Engineers 3
A priest, a doctor, and an engineer were waiting one morning for a particularly slow group of golfers.
The engineer fumed, "What's with those guys? We've been waiting for fifteen minutes!"
The doctor chimed in, "I don't think I've ever seen such inept golf!"
The priest said, "Here comes the green-keeper. Let's have a word with him." He said, "Hello George, What's wrong with that group ahead of us? They're rather slow, aren't they?"
The green-keeper replied, "Oh, yes. That's a group of blind firemen. They lost their sight saving our clubhouse from a fire last year, so we always let them play for free anytime!"
The group fell silent for a moment.
The priest said, "That's so sad. I'll say a special prayer for them tonight."
The doctor said, "Good idea. I'll contact my ophthalmologist colleague and see if here's anything she can do for them."
The engineer said, "Why can't they play at night?"
Understanding Engineers 4
What is the difference between mechanical engineers and civil engineers?
Mechanical engineers build weapons. Civil engineers build targets.
Understanding Engineers 5
The graduate with a Science degree asks, "Why does it work?"
The graduate with an Engineering degree asks, "How does it work?"
The graduate with a Commerce degree asks, "How much will it cost?"
The graduate with an Arts degree asks, "Do you want fries with that?
Understanding Engineers 6
Normal people believe that if it ain't broke, don't fix it. Engineers believe that if it ain't broke, it isn't sufficiently complex yet.
Understanding Engineers 7
An engineer was crossing a road one day, when a frog called out to him and said, "If you kiss me, I'll turn into a beautiful princess."
He bent over, picked up the frog, and put it in his pocket.
The frog spoke up again and said, "If you kiss me, I'll turn back into a beautiful princess and stay with you for one week."
The engineer took the frog out of his pocket, smiled at it and returned it to the pocket.
The frog then cried out, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a princess I'll stay with you for one week and do anything you want."
Again,the engineer took the frog out, smiled at it and put it back into his pocket.
Finally,the frog asked, "What's the matter? I've told you I'm a beautiful princess and that I'll stay with you for one week and do anything you want. Why won't you kiss me?"
The engineer said, "Look, I'm an engineer. I don't have time for a girlfriend. But a talking frog - now that's cool."
And Finally
Two engineers were standing at the base of a flagpole, looking at its top. A woman walked by and asked what they were doing
"We're supposed to find the height of this flagpole," said Sven, "but we don't have a ladder."
The woman took a spanner from her purse, loosened a couple of bolts, and laid the pole down on the ground. Then she took a tape measure from her purse, took a measurement, announced, "6.5 metres," and walked away.
One engineer shook his head and laughed, "A lot of good that does us. We ask for the height and she gives us the length!"
Both engineers have since quit their engineering jobs and have been elected to Parliament.
Two engineering students were riding bicycles across a university campus when one said, "Where did you get the great bike?"
The second engineer replied, "Well, I was walking yesterday, minding my own business, when a beautiful woman rode up on this bike, threw it to the ground, took off all her clothes and said, "Take what you want."
The first engineer nodded approvingly and said, "Good choice: The clothes probably wouldn't have fitted you anyway."
Understanding Engineers 2
To the optimist, the glass is half-full. To the pessimist, the glass is half-empty.
To the engineer, the glass is twice as big as it needs to be.
Understanding Engineers 3
A priest, a doctor, and an engineer were waiting one morning for a particularly slow group of golfers.
The engineer fumed, "What's with those guys? We've been waiting for fifteen minutes!"
The doctor chimed in, "I don't think I've ever seen such inept golf!"
The priest said, "Here comes the green-keeper. Let's have a word with him." He said, "Hello George, What's wrong with that group ahead of us? They're rather slow, aren't they?"
The green-keeper replied, "Oh, yes. That's a group of blind firemen. They lost their sight saving our clubhouse from a fire last year, so we always let them play for free anytime!"
The group fell silent for a moment.
The priest said, "That's so sad. I'll say a special prayer for them tonight."
The doctor said, "Good idea. I'll contact my ophthalmologist colleague and see if here's anything she can do for them."
The engineer said, "Why can't they play at night?"
Understanding Engineers 4
What is the difference between mechanical engineers and civil engineers?
Mechanical engineers build weapons. Civil engineers build targets.
Understanding Engineers 5
The graduate with a Science degree asks, "Why does it work?"
The graduate with an Engineering degree asks, "How does it work?"
The graduate with a Commerce degree asks, "How much will it cost?"
The graduate with an Arts degree asks, "Do you want fries with that?
Understanding Engineers 6
Normal people believe that if it ain't broke, don't fix it. Engineers believe that if it ain't broke, it isn't sufficiently complex yet.
Understanding Engineers 7
An engineer was crossing a road one day, when a frog called out to him and said, "If you kiss me, I'll turn into a beautiful princess."
He bent over, picked up the frog, and put it in his pocket.
The frog spoke up again and said, "If you kiss me, I'll turn back into a beautiful princess and stay with you for one week."
The engineer took the frog out of his pocket, smiled at it and returned it to the pocket.
The frog then cried out, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a princess I'll stay with you for one week and do anything you want."
Again,the engineer took the frog out, smiled at it and put it back into his pocket.
Finally,the frog asked, "What's the matter? I've told you I'm a beautiful princess and that I'll stay with you for one week and do anything you want. Why won't you kiss me?"
The engineer said, "Look, I'm an engineer. I don't have time for a girlfriend. But a talking frog - now that's cool."
And Finally
Two engineers were standing at the base of a flagpole, looking at its top. A woman walked by and asked what they were doing
"We're supposed to find the height of this flagpole," said Sven, "but we don't have a ladder."
The woman took a spanner from her purse, loosened a couple of bolts, and laid the pole down on the ground. Then she took a tape measure from her purse, took a measurement, announced, "6.5 metres," and walked away.
One engineer shook his head and laughed, "A lot of good that does us. We ask for the height and she gives us the length!"
Both engineers have since quit their engineering jobs and have been elected to Parliament.
Another funny pic from my grandson
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Originally Posted by Bob (Tuffy ) Draper
Still giggling Bob - love your Grandson's humour !!!!!