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Bloke pulls a young woman down the pub and after last-orders, goes back to her flat with her.
She's very fat and a bit self-conscious about it, but he doesn't comment on her size.
They get to the bedroom and he climbs on top of her.
After 3 minutes, he asks if he can turn the light off and she starts crying. She says "you don't like seeing my fat body - that's why you want to turn the light off, this always happens"
He replies, "no it's not that - the bulb's burning me arse".
Ho hum - I dare say its multiply interpretable, but it's more or less the same punchline as mine, Cali - silence being golden, and that...
Hum... well.... call me a literalist, but if you threw a banjo in the toilet, even if it didn't hit the side, wouldn't it make a splosh? So the silence thing didn't seem quite right...
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
The police came to my front door last night holding a picture of my wife.
They said, "Is this your wife, sir?"
Shocked, I answered, " Yes."
They said, "I'm afraid it looks like she's been hit by a bus."
I said, "I know, but she has a lovely personality."
Harsh but funny!
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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