Ok, so sue me, it’s 00.03 on Saturday morning out here in the former colonies..
Two guys are playing golf, by the Fourth hole they catch up with the pair in front of them, two women. One guy looks at the other and says “I’ll go talk to them and see if they will let us play through.”
He walks and gets about 20 feet away, does a quick about face and walks back to his buddy.
He says “You’ll never believe this, one is my wife, the other is my mistress, why don’t you go talk to them.”
His buddy walks down, and comes walking back and says, “Small World.”
And I’ve found out that when you are sending mail to the US, they have a complete sense of humour failure if the address ends in:
blah blah blah…
California, Ca 93536
Formerly “The Colonies”
No bloody sense of humour for some reason…. :confused:
By: ZRX61 - 4th June 2005 at 08:10
A large woman, wearing a sleeveless sun dress, walked into a bar in Dublin.
She raised her right arm, revealing a huge, hairy armpit as she
pointed to all the people sitting at the bar and asked, “What man here
will buy a lady a drink?”
The bar went silent as the patrons tried to ignore her But down at the
end of the bar, an owly-eyed drunk slammed his hand down on the
counter and bellowed, “Give the ballerina a drink!”
The bartender poured the drink and the woman chugged it down. She
turned to the patrons and again pointed around at all of them,
revealing the same hairy armpit, and asked, “What man here will buy a
lady a drink?”
Once again, the same little drunk slapped his money down on the bar
and said, “Give the ballerina another drink!”
The bartender approached the little drunk and said,
“I say, old chap, it’s your business if you want to buy the lady a
drink, but why do you keep calling her – the ballerina?”
The drunk replied, “Any woman who can lift her leg that high has got
to be a ballerina!”
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June 4, 2005 at 8:08 am