Its Friday Afternoon Its Been a DAMN Hard week

DrFarkoff

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My Old School Chum Des died on Good Friday, Just a week ago now and Some Cheery Spirit is needed!

For he was ever a Jovial clown and a Likeable Rogue and he could tell tales that would shame Walter Mitty!

But he was My Pal and It was horrible to hear of his passing and even more horrible to go to his Mum and Dads house to offer help and to see them heartbroken!

Anyway What's done is Done and he would be Damned annoyed for me (or anyone who knew him) to be moping around !

So here goes a wee Thread of Joviality

There is a beautiful desert island in the middle of nowhere where the following people are stranded:

2 Italian men and 1 Italian woman
2 French men and 1 French woman
2 German men and 1 German woman
2 Greek men and 1 Greek woman
2 English men and 1 English woman
2 Bulgarian men and 1 Bulgarian woman
2 Swedish men and 1 Swedish woman
2 Irish men and 1 Irish woman
One month later on this beautiful desert island in the middle of nowhere.

. . .

One Italian man killed the other for the Italian woman.

The two French men and the French woman are living happily together in a "ménage a trois".

The two German men have a strict weekly schedule of when they alternate with the German woman.

The two Greek men are sleeping with each other and the Greek woman is cleaning and cooking for them.

The two English men are waiting for someone to introduce them to the English woman.

The Bulgarian men took one look at the endless ocean, one look at the woman and started swimming.

The two Swedish men are contemplating the virtues of suicide while the woman keeps on bitching about her body being her own and the true nature of feminism. But at least it's not snowing and the taxes are low.

The Irish began by dividing their island Northside-Southside and setting up a distillery. They don't remember if sex is in the picture, cause it gets sort of foggy after the first few litres of coconut-whiskey, but at least they know the English aren't getting any.
 
I told this joke to a Frenchman some years ago.
His reaction - "oh, that explains SO much about so many in so few words!" :D :thumb
 
Three men die on Christmas Eve.

St. Peter tells them, "In order to get into Heaven, you must have something with you that represents Christmas."

The Englishman clicks on his lighter and says, "Its a candle." St. Peter lets him in.

The Welshman jangles his keys and says, "They're sleigh bells." St. Peter lets him in.

The Irishman produces a pair of knickers and a bra!

St. Peter asks, "How do they represent Christmas?"




He replies, "They're Carol's." ..........................................:hide
 
What's the difference between a tramp and an MP?

One sits about on a bench all day, usually falling asleep, enjoys long liquid lunches and contributes nothing to society.

The other's a tramp
 
Jonathan Ross has been accused of shoplifting a kitchen utensil from Tesco. Ross says it was a whisk he was prepared to take
 
They say during sex you burn as many calories as running 5 miles.

But that can’t be true, not even Usain Bolt can run 5 miles in 30 seconds!
 
A debt collector knocked on the door of a country family, that made their living weaving cloth.
"Is Jack home?" he asked the woman who answered the door.
"I'm sorry," the woman replied. "Jack's gone for cotton."

A few weeks later the collector tried again. "Is Jack here today?"
Once again the answer was "No, sir, I'm afraid he has gone for cotton."

When he returned for the third time and Jack was still nowhere to be seen, he complained, "I suppose Jack is gone for cotton again?"
"No," the woman answered solemnly, "Jack died yesterday."

Suspicious that he was being avoided, the collector decided to wait a week and investigate the cemetery himself. But sure enough, there was poor Jack's tombstone, with this inscription: ...




















"Gone, But Not for Cotton."
 
Police are warning all men who frequent clubs, parties and local pubs to be alert and stay cautious when offered a drink from any woman. A date rape drug on the market called "Beer" is used by many females to target unsuspecting men.

The drug is generally found in liquid form and is now available almost anywhere. It comes in bottles, cans, from taps and in large kegs. "Beer" is used by female sexual predators at parties and bars to persuade their male victims to go home and have sex with them.
Typically, a woman needs only to persuade a guy to consume a few units of "Beer" and then simply ask him home for no strings attached sex. Men are rendered helpless against this approach. After several "Beers," men will often succumb to desires to perform sexual acts on horrific women to whom they would never normally be attracted.

After drinking "Beer" men often awaken with only hazy memories of exactly What happened to them the night before, often with just a vague feeling that: "something bad" occurred. At other times these unfortunate men are swindled out of their life's savings, in a familiar scam known as "a relationship." It has been reported that in extreme cases, the female may even be shrewd enough to entrap the unsuspecting male into a longer term form of servitude and punishment referred to as "marriage."

Apparently, men are much more susceptible to this scam after "Beer" is administered and sex is offered by the predatory females.
If you fall victim to this insidious "Beer" and the predatory women administering it, there are male support groups with venues in every town where you can discuss the details of your shocking encounter in an open and frank manner with similarly affected, like-minded guys. For the support group nearest you, just look up "UKGSer" on Google.
 
This may help cheer you up Jay, I know your fondness for the west of Scotland and the isles ...

Apparently a true story relating to Alistair Carmichael MP, currently Secretary of State for Scotland.

Like most newly elected MPs he was put up in a hotel until a flat could be found. And of course was oft to be found in the bar thereof. One night, he was hit on by an attractive young woman. He could not believe this and thought it must be the trappings of power she was attracted to. Eventually however, she leans forward, places a hand on his hand and whispers ...

"You do realise that I'm a call girl?"

To which the future SOS replies ...







"What a coincidence, I'm an Islay man myself."

Slainte Jay! Will toast your pal tonight.
 
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Due to the current economic crisis, Greece is cancelling all production of humus and Taramasalata.

It's a double dip recession.

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A dwarf goes to a very good but very busy doctor and asks "I know you are busy but do you treat dwarves?"

The doctor replies "Yes, but you will have to be a little patient".

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In hindsight I should have posted my Facebook message as: "I've blown the head gasket on my 1997 XR3i" rather than "I've just buggered my 14 year old escort".

The police still haven't seen the funny side, my lap top's been confiscated, and the wife has gone off to her mum's.

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Jonathan Ross has been accused of shoplifting a kitchen utensil from Tesco.

Ross says it was a whisk he was prepared to take
 
Hi Jay. Sorry to hear that. But with you as a mate he must had a hell of a life! I'll sink a black one and toast him tonight.

This is an oldie but it still makes me chuckle. With the size if your hands it's a good job you didn't go the opposite route.

A gynecologist had become fed up with malpractice insurance and HMO paperwork,
and was burned out. Hoping to try another career where skillful hands would be
beneficial, he decided to become a mechanic. He went to the local technical
college, signed up for evening classes, attended diligently, and learned all he
could.
When the time of the practical exam approached, the gynecologist prepared
carefully for weeks, and completed the exam with tremendous skill. When the
results came back, he was surprised to find that he had obtained a score of
150%. Fearing an error, he called the Instructor, saying, “I don’t want to
appear ungrateful for such an outstanding result, but I wonder if there is an
error in the grade?”
“The instructor said, “During the exam, you took the engine apart perfectly,
which was worth 50% of the total mark. You put the engine back together again
perfectly, which is also worth 50% of the mark.”
After a pause, the instructor added, “I gave you an extra 50% because you did it
all through the muffler, which I’ve never seen done in my entire career”.
 
I can't believe it but Greggs now have some ethnic foreign shite on sale.

Cornish Pasties
 
Sorry to hear about your mate Jay.

A man went to his doctor and told him he was having a problem, as he was unable to get his manhood erect.
The doctor checked him out then told him that the muscles around the base of the organ were damaged from a previous viral infection and there was nothing he could actually do for him. However, he knew of an experimental treatment that might work, if he was willing to take the risk. The treatment consisted of planting muscle tissues from an elephant's trunk into his 'old fella'.
The man thought about it for a while. The thought of having to go through life without sex was too much for him to bear. So, with the assurance that there would be no cruelty to the elephant, the man decided to go for it.
A few weeks after the operation, he was given the green light to go and try out his newly renovated equipment.
As a result he planned a romantic evening with his girlfriend and took her to one of the nicest restaurants in town. In the middle of dinner he felt a strong stirring in his loins that continued to the point of being extremely painful. To release the pressure he unzipped his fly and his knob sprang out, slid across the top of the table, grabbed a bread roll and returned to his trousers.
His girlfriend was stunned at first, but then with a sly grin on her face said, 'That was incredible! Can you do that again?'
With tears in his eyes he replied, 'I think I can, but I am not sure if another bread roll will fit up my arse'.
 
That sounds awfully like a confession Jockser......


Sorry to hear about your mate Jay.

A man went to his doctor and told him he was having a problem, as he was unable to get his manhood erect.
The doctor checked him out then told him that the muscles around the base of the organ were damaged from a previous viral infection and there was nothing he could actually do for him. However, he knew of an experimental treatment that might work, if he was willing to take the risk. The treatment consisted of planting muscle tissues from an elephant's trunk into his 'old fella'.
The man thought about it for a while. The thought of having to go through life without sex was too much for him to bear. So, with the assurance that there would be no cruelty to the elephant, the man decided to go for it.
A few weeks after the operation, he was given the green light to go and try out his newly renovated equipment.
As a result he planned a romantic evening with his girlfriend and took her to one of the nicest restaurants in town. In the middle of dinner he felt a strong stirring in his loins that continued to the point of being extremely painful. To release the pressure he unzipped his fly and his knob sprang out, slid across the top of the table, grabbed a bread roll and returned to his trousers.
His girlfriend was stunned at first, but then with a sly grin on her face said, 'That was incredible! Can you do that again?'
With tears in his eyes he replied, 'I think I can, but I am not sure if another bread roll will fit up my arse'.
 


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