It’s been a long week and I’m finally home for the weekend. I’m really tempted to hit the pub tonight or failing that just a glass or two in the house. In the Cafe at lunchtime I picked up a little joke magazine. Here are some of my highlights…
Time for confession
A drunk staggers into a Catholic Church, enters the confessional booth, sits down and says nothing. The Priest coughs a few times to get his attention but the drunk continues to sit there. Finally, the Priest pounds three times of the wall. The drunk mumbles, “I ain’t got any paper this side either!”
Questions that bother me…
How important does a person have to be before they are considered assissinated rather than just murdered?
Whose idea was is to put an ‘S’ in the word ‘lisp’?
If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?
Did you hear about the two blondes who froze to death in a drive-in movie? They had gone to see ‘Closed for the Winter’.