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The Tax Department decides to audit Grandpa, and summons him to the their office. The Tax auditor was not surprised when Grandpa showed up with his attorney. The auditor said, ‘Well, sir, you have an extravagant lifestyle and no full-time employment, which you explain by saying that you win money gambling. I’m not sure the Tax Office finds that believable.’
‘I’m a great gambler, and I can prove it,’ says Grandpa. ‘How about a demonstration?’
The auditor thinks for a moment and says, ‘Okay. Go ahead. ‘
Grandpa says, ‘I’ll bet you a thousand dollars that I can bite my own eye.’
The auditor thinks a moment and says, ‘It’s a bet.’
Grandpa removes his glass eye and bites it. The auditor’s jaw drops.
Grandpa says, ‘Now, I’ll bet you two thousand dollars that I can bite my other eye.’
The auditor can tell Grandpa isn’t blind, so he takes the bet.
Grandpa removes his dentures and bites his good eye. The stunned auditor now realizes he has wagered and lost three grand, with Grandpa’s attorney as a witness. He starts to get nervous.
‘Want to go double or nothing?’ Grandpa asks ‘I’ll bet you six thousand dollars that I can stand on one side of your desk, and pee into that wastebasket on the other side, and never get a drop anywhere in between.’
The auditor, twice burned, is cautious now, but he looks carefully and decides there’s no way this old guy could possibly manage that stunt, so he agrees again. Grandpa stands beside the desk and unzips his pants, but although he strains mightily, he can’t make the stream reach the wastebasket on the other side, so he pretty much urinates all over the auditor’s desk.
The auditor leaps with joy, realizing that he has just turned a major loss into a huge win. But Grandpa’s own attorney moans and puts his head in his hands.
‘Are you okay?’ the auditor asks.
‘Not really,’ says the attorney. ‘This morning, when Grandpa told me he’d been summoned for an audit, he bet me twenty-five thousand dollars that he could come in here and pee all over your desk and that you’d be happy about it.’
Don’t Mess with Old People!
 
Upgraded air conditioning.....

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The past, present and future all walked into a bar together ......... it was tense.














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Did you hear about the Buddhist monk who refused a pain killer injection during a root canal treatment?
He wanted to transcend dental medication.
 
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A little girl goes to the barber shop with her father. She stands next to the barber chair, eating a cake while her dad gets his haircut.

The barber smiles at her and says, "Sweetheart, you're gonna get hair on your muffin."

"I know," she says. "I'm gonna get tits too."
 
Politicians

Two Crocodiles were sitting at the side of the River Thames.
The smaller one turned to the bigger one and said,
'I can't understand how you can be so much bigger than me.

We're the same age, we were the same size as kids - I just don't get it.'...

'Well,' said the big Croc, 'what have you been eating?'
'Politicians, same as you,' replied the small Croc.

'Hmm. Well, where do you catch them?'
'On the other side of the river near the car park at Westminster'

'Same here. Hmm.....How do you catch them?' asked the big Croc.
'Well, I crawl up under one of their big Lexus, BMW or Mercedes cars and wait for one to unlock the car door. Then I jump out, grab them by the leg, shake the shit out of them and eat 'em!'

'Ah!' says the big Crocodile, 'I think I see your problem. You're not getting any real nourishment.

See, by the time you finish shaking the shit out of a Politician, there's nothing much left but an arsehole with a briefcase.'



 
Nicked from elsewhere

A police officer called the station on his radio.

"I have an interesting case here. An old lady shot her husband for stepping on the floor she just mopped."

"Have you arrested the woman?"

"Not yet. The floor's still wet."
 
Another police officer called in to his station saying "I can see a black fella dancing on the roof of a car, what should I do sarge? the station sergeant replied "You can't say black fella you have to be politically correct"

The Officer said "OK. ZULU FOXTROT SIERRA"
 
My new exercise regime started this morning, I did three pushups, well actually I fell over and had to use my arms to get up, it took three efforts but it’s a start,
I think I deserve a doughnut now.
 
Man goes into the doctor with a mole on his cock. The man explains he has tried all kinds of medication, creams and potions, the doctor agree´s with him, it is going to need surgury to be removed.

When the guy awakes he is so happy to see the mole gone, but got a stern warning from the doctor, he said that if it happens again he would be reported to the RSPCA!!

regards

Dave
 

While on his morning walk, Ex Prime Minister Tony Blair falls over, has a heart attack and dies because the accident and emergency dept at his nearest hospital is too understaffed to treat him in time.

So his soul arrives in Heaven and he is met by Saint Peter at the Pearly Gates.

'Welcome to Heaven,' says Saint Peter, 'Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a Socialist around these parts, so we're not sure what to do with you.'
'No problem, just let me in; I'm a good Christian; I'm a believer, 'says Blair.
'I'd like to just let you in, but I have orders from God Himself. He says that since the implementation of his new HEAVEN CHOICES policy, you have to spend one day in Hell and one day in Heaven. Then you must choose where you'll live for eternity.'

'But I've already made up my mind. I want to be in Heaven,' replies Blair.

'I'm sorry .. But we have our rules,' Peter interjects. And, with that, St.Peter escorts him to an elevator and he goes down, down, down ...all the way to Hell.

The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a lush golf course. The sun is shining in a cloudless sky. The temperature is a perfect 22c degrees. In the distance is a beautiful club-house.
Standing in front of it is Harold Wilson and thousands of other Socialist luminaries who had helped him out over the years --- John Smith, Michael Foot,Jim Callaghan, etc.
The whole of the Labour Party leaders were there .. Everyone laughing, happy, and casually but expensively dressed.

They run to greet him, to hug him and to reminisce about the good times they had getting rich at the expense of 'suckers and peasants.'

They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster and caviar.

The Devil himself comes up to Blair with a frosty drink, 'Have a tequila and relax, Tony!'

'Uh, I don't drink anymore, I took a pledge,' says Blair, dejectedly.

'This is Hell, son. You can drink and eat all you want and not worry and it just gets better from there!'

Brown takes the drink and finds himself liking the Devil, who he thinks is a really very friendly bloke who tells funny jokes like himself and pulls hilarious nasty pranks, kind of like the ones the Labour Party pulled with the European Constitution and the Education, Immigration, Tough on Crime promises.

They are having such a great time that, before he realises it, it's time to go. Everyone gives him a big hug and waves as he steps on the elevator and heads upward.

When the elevator door reopens, he is in Heaven again and Saint Peter is
waiting for him. 'Now it's time for a day in Heaven,' the old man says, opening the gate.

So for 24 hours Blair is made to hang out with a bunch of honest, good-naturedpeople who enjoy each other's company, talk about things other than money and treat each other decently. Not a nasty prank or short-arse joke among them. No fancy country clubs here and, while the food tastes great, it's not caviar or lobster. And these people are all poor. He doesn't see anybody he knows and he isn't even treated like someone special!

'Whoa,' he says uncomfortably to himself. 'Harold Wilson never prepared me for this!' The day done, Saint Peter returns and says, 'Well, you've spent a day in Hell and a day in Heaven. Now choose where you want to live for Eternity..'

With the 'Deal or No Deal' theme playing softly in his head, Blair reflects for a minute ... Then answers: 'Well, I would never have thought I'd say this -- I mean, Heaven has been delightful and all -- but I really think I belong in Hell with my friends.'

So Saint Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down, all the way to Hell. The doors of the elevator open and he is in the middle of a barren scorched earth covered with garbage and toxic industrial wasteland, lookinga bit like the eroded, rabbit and fox affected Australian outback, but worse and more desolate.

He is horrified to see all of his friends, dressed in rags and chained together, picking up the roadside rubbish and putting it into black plasticbags. They are groaning and moaning in pain, faces and hands black with grime.

The Devil comes over to Blair and puts an arm around his shoulder. 'I don't understand,' stammers a shocked Tony Blair, 'Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and a club-house and we ate lobster and caviar and drank tequila.We lazed around and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and everybody looks miserable!'

The Devil looks at him, smiles slyly and purrs, 'Ah well yesterday we were campaigning; today you voted for us!'



 
Nice one - you could pretty much substitute any political leader (of your persuasion) for Blair and it would still be spot-on!. :thumbup:
 
Nice one - you could pretty much substitute any political leader (of your persuasion) for Blair and it would still be spot-on!. :thumbup:

Actually I did, the original was Gordon Brown.
 
I know, I know, it's stupid but made me laugh.

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The duck joke was stupid, and well......stupid.

And I had a bloody good laugh, I could just visualise a talking duck, brilliant¡ I hope that does not reflect on me being stupid..........¿ Seems the sitting around doing nothing is already taking it's toll¿

regards

Dave
 
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