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Two 'young executives', Roger and Henry, are in a in a wine bar. They are having a quiet drink and swapping a few stories. Suddenly Roger hears a beeping noise and Henry puts his hand to the side of his face and starts talking. When he is finished talking he sees his friend looking puzzled and says, "Oh. Haven't you heard of these new mobiles? I was in Tokyo at a conference and everybody has them over there. You have them surgically implanted so you never loose them". Roger is very impressed and thinks "I must get one of those". Suddenly he notices Henry looking slightly ill at ease. His face has gone all red and he is starting to sweat profusely. "Are you alright?", he asks Henry. "You don't look at all well".
"It's alright", gasps Henry though gritted teeth. "Just a fax coming though".
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Once there was a little old lady who called the cops because her neighbor across the way could be seen through his open window and "he is NAKED!"
So an officer dutifully responded, looked out the lady's window and indeed the window was open -- and the neighbor seemed to be naked.
-- "But ma'am," said the cop, "Although this man might be naked -- you can only see him from the waist up."
-- "Humph", the biddy humphed, "STAND ON THE BED! STAND ON THE BED!
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I was in the pub the other night when a man rushed in screaming "Steve, there's six blokes outside beating your Mother in law up!"
I looked outside and said "Oh so there is" and went back to my pint.
The bloke said "Aren't you going to help?"
I said "Nahh, six should be enough."
Glesga keelie goes into a baker's shop. Points at the display and says "is that a doughnut or a meringue?. The young lady behind the counter says " Naw, ye're no wrang, it's a doughnut"
Mary Case GCF wrote:Glesga keelie goes into a baker's shop. Points at the display and says "is that a doughnut or a meringue?. The young lady behind the counter says " Naw, ye're no wrang, it's a doughnut"
Mary,
I don't get it! I don't speak Scottish. Is that why?
Bagpipes and kilt might do it, but you need a good malt whisky, not that Johnny Walker rubbish!! Incidentally what's worn under the kilt? Nothing. It's all in perfectly good working order.