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Showing posts with label Joke. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Joke. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 05, 2009

Role Model

Try this without looking at the answers :


No cheating either!



1) Pick your Favorite number between 1-9

2) Multiply by 3 then

3) Add 3, then again Multiply by 3

4) You'll get a 2 or 3 digit number….

5) Add the digits together

Now Scroll down ..............























Now with that number see who your ROLE MODEL is from the list below :

1. Einstein


2. Nelson Mandela


3. Jacob Zuma


4. Tom Cruise


5. Bill Gates


6. Gandhi


7. Brad Pitt


8. Hitler


9. AllyBally


10. Barack Obama



I know....I just have that effect on people....one day you too can be like me....




Ps. Stop picking different numbers. I am your idol, just deal with it!!!!

Friday, May 01, 2009

Swine Fever...

Of all the jokes I've seen / heard so far about the pandemic-or-not, this is my favourite...

Saturday, April 11, 2009

The Joke Spot

One of these "I really shouldn't laugh" jokes...

Police in London have found a bomb outside a mosque.
They've told the public not to panic as they've managed to push it inside.

Friday, April 10, 2009

The Joke Spot

Two Asian heroin addicts have injected themselves with curry powder by mistake - both are in intensive care...

One has a dodgy tikka and the other one is in a korma.

Thursday, April 09, 2009

The Joke Spot

During last night's high winds an African family were killed by a tree falling .

A spokesman for the Birmingham Council said 'We didn't even know they were living up there'.

Wednesday, April 08, 2009

The Joke Spot

Asian Minorities in the UK have complained that there is not enough television shows with minorities in mind, so Crimewatch is being shown 5 times a week now.

Tuesday, April 07, 2009

The Joke Spot

I met a 14 year old girl on the internet. She was clever, funny, flirty and sexy, so I suggested we meet up.

She turned out to be an undercover detective.

How cool is that at her age?!

Monday, April 06, 2009

The Joke Spot

I was walking down the road when I saw an Afghan bloke standing on a fifth floor balcony shaking a carpet.

I shouted up to him, "What's up Abdul, won't it start?"

Sunday, April 05, 2009

The Joke Spot

I was reading in the paper today about this dwarf that got pick pocketed. How could anyone stoop so low?

Saturday, April 04, 2009

The Joke Spot

Disabled toilets. Ironically, the only toilets big enough to run around in.

Friday, April 03, 2009

The Joke Spot

I was walking in a cemetery this morning and seen a bloke hiding behind a gravestone.

I said "morning."

He replied, "No, just having a shit."

Thursday, April 02, 2009

The Joke Spot

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!"

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

The Joke Spot

Day 2 of the nicked jokes from The Orkney Forum...

My granddad gave me some sound advice on his deathbed.

"It's worth spending money on good speakers," he told me.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

The Joke Spot

Someone on a locally-based forum shared a stack of very funny (some non-PC, so apologies if you're offended) jokes, so I'm nicking them for here.

One a day for the next wee while, starting with:

I had a mate who was suicidal. He was really depressed, so I pushed him in front of a steam train.

He was chuffed to bits.

Saturday, February 07, 2009

Bad Day At Work?

I'm at work (alone, and in all day again today (still only part-time during the week, coz I've still got a bandage and a stupid "plaster boot" on one leg), and it's chuffing freezing if I have to go out into the store to serve customers, and we don't seem to have anything that they want, and there's no milk for me to make coffee, and I'm craving a bacon roll (which I can't go get because I'm alone, and anyway, I'm stuck on the industrial estate, too far away from anywhere that I could purchase said item), and I just want to go home and sleep, and my leg is itchy under the bandage where the dead skin is coming off and the new skin is coming in, and there's an iodine dressing on the actual ulcer bit and it's stinging a wee bit, and I am feeling grumpy and unsociable...

But I'm still not having as bad a day as the guy in this thing I was emailed...

If you don’t laugh out loud after you read this you are in a coma! This is even funnier when you realize it’s real! Next time you have a bad day at work think of this guy.

Bob is a commercial saturation diver for Global Divers in Louisiana. He performs underwater repairs on offshore drilling rigs.

Below is an E-mail he sent to his sister. She then sent it to radio station 103. 5 on FM dial in Indiana, who was sponsoring a worst job experience contest.

Needless to say, she won. Read his letter below.

~Hi Sue,

Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother.

Last week I had a bad day at the office. I know you’ve been feeling down lately at work, so I thought I would share my dilemma with you to make you realize it’s not so bad after all. Before I can tell you what happened to me, I first must bore you with a few technicalities of my job. As you know, my office lies at the bottom of the sea. I wear a suit to the office. It’s a wet suit. This time of year the water is quite cool. So what we do to keep warm is this: We have a diesel powered industrial water heater. This $20,000 piece of equipment sucks the water out of the sea. It heats it to a delightful temperature. It then pumps it down to the diver through a garden hose, which is taped to the air hose.

Now this sounds like a darn good plan, and I’ve used it several times with no complaints. What I do, when I get to the bottom and start working, is take the hose and stuff it down the back of my wet suit.

This floods my whole suit with warm water. It’s like working in a Jacuzzi. Everything was going well until all of a sudden, my butt started to itch. So, of course, I scratched it.

This only made things worse. Within a few seconds my ass started to burn. I pulled the hose out from my back, but the damage was done. In agony I realized what had happened. The hot water machine had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped it into my suit. Now, since I don’t have any hair on my back, the jellyfish couldn’t stick to it, however, the crack of my ass was not as fortunate. When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the jellyfish into the crack of my ass.

I informed the dive supervisor of my dilemma over the communicator. His instructions were unclear due to the fact that he, along with five other divers, were all laughing hysterically. Needless to say, I aborted the dive.

I was instructed to make three agonizing in-water decompression stops totaling thirty-five minutes before I could reach the surface to begin my chamber dry decompress ion. When I arrived at the surface, I was wearing nothing but my brass helmet. As I climbed out of the water, the medic, with tears of laughter running down his face, handed me a tube of cream and told me to rub it on my butt as soon as I got in the chamber. The cream put the fire out, but I couldn’t shit for two days because my ass was swollen shut.

So, next time you’re having a bad day at work, think about how much worse it would be if you had a jellyfish shoved up your ass.

Now repeat to yourself, ‘I love my job, I love my job, I love my job.’


Whenever you have a bad day, ask yourself, is this a jellyfish bad day?

Monday, December 22, 2008

Joke Of The Day...

Got these in an email... so if you're offended, it's not my fault!


A guy with a very long cock marries a virgin woman. Not wanting to shock his new wife, he said he would show "it" to her step by step.

The wife laid down on the bed and she saw 16cms of her husband's cock at the open door.

"Are you nervous yet?" he asked.
"No, I am ok." replied his blushing bride.

Another 8 cms can be seen at the door.

"Are you still all right?" he enquired, lovingly.
"Yes, darling" came the reply.

Another 3 cms.

"And now?" he asked.
"I am not worried yet" said his wife.

"Ok, then I'll start coming up on the stairs..."





Guy at the doctor.

"Doc, my wife is pregnant, and I would like to know what position is the safest during sex."

"Well... during the first few months you can do it they way you like."

"Okay, Doc."

"At the second part of the pregnancy I suggest doggy position."

"And in the later months?"

"Towards the end of pregnancy I suggest wolf position."

The man looks puzzled...

"What is it? Never heard of it."

"You sit by the hole and howl."

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Bonus Joke Of The Day...

Viki had left this one for me this morning...

Dear Sir/Madam,

I am writing to you to enquiry about the possibilities of getting childcare allowance.

I got married in 1962. I married a widow who has already had a daughter. My father often visited us, which ended up him marrying my stepdaughter.

After this, of course, my stepdaughter became my stepmother, and my father became my son-in-law. My father's wife, who is my stepdaughter and my mother at the same time, had a son. According to this, I am his stepbrother, since I am the husband of my stepdaughter's mother, so obviously my wife became my grandmother.

In the meantime, we had a son with my wife too, who became my father's brother-in-law and my uncle at the same time, since if my stepmother's brother is my son, then I am my own grandfather!

I would like to know if I can have childcare allowance for my son-and-uncle. I am looking forward to your reply.

Joke Of The Day...

An oldie-but-goodie...

If Pets Kept Diaries...

Excerpts from a Dog's Diary

* 8:00 am - Dog food! My favourite thing!
* 9:30 am - A car ride! My favourite thing!
* 9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favourite thing!
* 10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing!
* 12:00 pm - Lunch! My favourite thing!
* 1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favourite thing!
* 3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favourite thing!
* 5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favourite thing!
* 7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favourite thing!
* 8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favouritething!
* 11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favourite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat's Diary

Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am.
Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow --but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now . . .

Saturday, December 06, 2008

The Joke Spot

Fruit Polos

A college professor was doing a study testing the senses of first year school children, using a bowl of fruit Polos.

He gave all the children the same kind of Polo, one at a time, and asked them to identify them by colour and flavour.

The children began to say:

"Red............cherry,"
"Yellow.........lemon,"
"Green..........lime,"
"Orange …...orange."

Finally the professor gave them all honey Polos. After eating them for a few moments none of the children could identify the Taste.

"Well," he said "I'll give you all a clue. It's what your mother may sometimes call your father."

One little girl looked up in horror, spit hers out and yelled:

"Oh My God!!!! They're arse-holes!!"

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Joke Of The Day...

The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family. On the day the surrogate father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife and said, "I'm off. The man should be here soon"

Half an hour later, just by chance a door-to-door baby photographer rang the doorbell, hoping to make a sale.

"Good morning, madam. I've come to...."

"Oh, no need to explain. I've been expecting you," Mrs. Smith cut in.

"Really?" the photographer asked. "Well, good. I've made a speciality of babies"

"That's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat"

After a moment, she asked, blushing, "Well, where do we start?"

"Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch and perhaps a couple on the bed. Sometimes the living room floor is fun too; you can really spread out!"

"Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work for Harry and me" exclaimed the wife.

"Well, madam, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But, if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven different angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results"

"My, that's a lot of....." gasped Mrs. Smith.

"Madam, in my line of work, a man must take his time. I'd love to be in and out in five minutes, but you'd be disappointed with that, I'm sure"

"Don't I know it," Mrs. Smith said quietly.

The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures.

"This was done on the top of a bus in downtown London"

"Oh my God!" Mrs. Smith exclaimed, tugging at her handkerchief.

"And these twins turned out exceptionally well, when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with"

"She was difficult?" asked Mrs. Smith.

"Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to Hyde Park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep, pushing to get a good look"

"Four and five deep?" asked Mrs. Smith, eyes widened in amazement.

"Yes," the photographer said, "And for more than three hours too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling. I could hardly concentrate. Then darkness approached and I began to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just packed it all in."

Mrs. Smith leaned forward.

"You mean squirrels actually chewed on your, um......equipment?"

"That's right. Well, madam, if you're ready, I'll set up my tripod so we can get to work."

"Tripod?????"

"Oh yes, I have to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much too big for me to hold for very long. Madam? Madam? ....... Good Lord, she's fainted!!"