Tuesday, 30 April 2013
Monday, 29 April 2013
Friday, 26 April 2013
Thursday, 25 April 2013
Idle
Labels:
cartoon,
gags,
Gemma Correll,
lazy bones,
lol,
pun,
wordplay
Wednesday, 24 April 2013
Tuesday, 23 April 2013
Monday, 22 April 2013
Saturday, 20 April 2013
Friday, 19 April 2013
Thursday, 18 April 2013
Wednesday, 17 April 2013
Tuesday, 16 April 2013
Monday, 15 April 2013
First Date
Labels:
cartoon,
cats,
date,
dogs,
gags,
lol,
relationships,
SeeMikeDraw,
sex
Friday, 12 April 2013
Hugo
From Bizarro
Well, they came to town
With their elephants and clowns
On a hit sticky August day
And every telephone pole
Had a poster that told
Of the thrills that were coming our way
There were trapeze fliers
And men that ate fire
And things we never dreamed existed
And the radio and TV
Told us we’d be
Fools if we dared to miss it.
Now all three rings
Held wondrous things
Marvels of every invention
But the big long shrouded
Shape in the corner
Increasingly drew our attention
There were bareback riders
Lions and tigers
And clowns in their itty bitty car
But every woman and man
And child in the stand
Had come to see the star
Then a hush fell on the crowd
As the men pulled the shroud
From the muzzle that was 30 feet long
And to screams and cheers
He finally appeared
And flamboyantly bowed to the throng
He wore red sequined tights
That sparkled in the lights
And boots that came to his knees
And a chromium
football helmet
And a cape that flapped in the breeze
And the dazzled crowd
Shouted out loud
You could hear them one and all
We want Hugo!
Hugo! Hugo!
The Human Cannonball
The aim was carefully calculated
The trajectory was precise
The charge was carefully measured
And poured into the loading device
The fuse was trimmed, the lights were dimmed
Hugo slid down the barrel and then
All was ready and Hugo’s daddy
Counted down from
Ten!
And the drums rolled
Nine
And our blood ran cold
Eight!
The ambulance stood by
Seven!
Several woman cried
Six!
The spotlight hit the net
Five!
No one would ever forget
Four!
Eternity passed
Three!
Every heart beat fast
Two!
And Hugo’s daddy said, “Are you ready Hugo?��?
One!
And from the bowels of the gun, “I’m a-ready, Papa!��?
Boom!
Well, fire and smoke belched
Out of the cannon
And the earth trembled for a while
And the big gun roared
And Hugo soared
Through the air like a projectile.
Two hundred and fifty
Feet he flew
Like an Air Force fighter jet
But at the apex
Of his trajectory
He knew he’s gonna miss the net
Oh! Arms flailing
He kept on sailing
A terrified screaming creature
And the crowd scattered
As Hugo splattered
All over the upper bleacher
In the aftermath
Of this tragic event
Disbelief filled every face
There was Hugo
And there was Hugo
There was Hugo all over the place!
Well, the dust has
Finally settled and
The smoke has finally cleared
Hugo’s name
And Hugo’s fame
Will always be revered
But no one
Ever too his place
No matter who they were
Because they never found
Another man
Of Hugo’s – calibre
The Circus’ main attraction
The greatest star of all
Was Hugo!
Hugo!
The Human Cannonball!
Hear Ray Stevens Sing Hugo The Human Cannonball Here
Labels:
bizarro,
cartoon,
circus,
gags,
Hugo,
human cannonball,
human canonball,
lol,
Ray Stevens
Thursday, 11 April 2013
Thatcheration Point
April 17th is going to be a great day to bury bad news, which is what we used to call Mrs Thatcher in the 80s.
Government confirms state funeral next week for the phrase "Don't speak ill of the dead".
Apparently this will be the first time there's been a mass picket outside heaven…
Government confirms state funeral next week for the phrase "Don't speak ill of the dead".
Apparently this will be the first time there's been a mass picket outside heaven…
The Premier League Has Awarded The Goal Line Technology contract To Hawkeye
The Premier League has awarded the goal-line technology contract to Hawkeye; though the replay shows it should clearly have gone to their competitor.
Labels:
football,
gags,
goal-line technology,
Hawkeye,
joke,
lol,
premiership,
sport
Wednesday, 10 April 2013
Tuesday, 9 April 2013
Monday, 8 April 2013
Buryness Thatcher
I’ve just seen the plans for Margaret Thatcher’s grave. It’s beautiful really but they seem to have made one mistake, I think that they should have made the dancefloor bigger.
I never got why Margaret Thatcher was nicknamed ‘The Iron Lady’.
I mean, aren’t all women supposed to iron?
What do Margaret Thatcher and Jimmy Savile have in common?
The both screwed miners in the 80’s.
I never got why Margaret Thatcher was nicknamed ‘The Iron Lady’.
I mean, aren’t all women supposed to iron?
What do Margaret Thatcher and Jimmy Savile have in common?
The both screwed miners in the 80’s.
Friday, 5 April 2013
Thursday, 4 April 2013
The Trials Of A Lawyer
A lawyer arrived home late, after a very tough day trying to get a stay of execution. His last minute plea for clemency to the governor had seemingly failed and he was feeling worn out and depressed.
As soon as he walked through the door at home, his wife started on him about, 'What time of night to be getting home is this? Where have you been? Dinner is cold and I'm not reheating it'..... And on and on and on. Too shattered to play his usual role in this familiar ritual, he poured himself a shot of whisky and headed off for a long hot soak in the bathtub, pursued by the predictable sarcastic remarks as he dragged himself up the stairs.
While he was in the bath, the phone rang. The wife answered and was told that her husband's client, James Wright, had been granted a stay of execution after all. Wright would not be hanged tonight.
Finally realizing what a terrible day he must have had, she decided to go up stairs and give him the good news.
As she opened the bathroom door, she was greeted by the sight of her husband, bent over naked, drying his legs and feet. 'They're not hanging Wright tonight,' she said.
He whirled around and screamed, 'For the love of God woman, don't you ever stop?'
As soon as he walked through the door at home, his wife started on him about, 'What time of night to be getting home is this? Where have you been? Dinner is cold and I'm not reheating it'..... And on and on and on. Too shattered to play his usual role in this familiar ritual, he poured himself a shot of whisky and headed off for a long hot soak in the bathtub, pursued by the predictable sarcastic remarks as he dragged himself up the stairs.
While he was in the bath, the phone rang. The wife answered and was told that her husband's client, James Wright, had been granted a stay of execution after all. Wright would not be hanged tonight.
Finally realizing what a terrible day he must have had, she decided to go up stairs and give him the good news.
As she opened the bathroom door, she was greeted by the sight of her husband, bent over naked, drying his legs and feet. 'They're not hanging Wright tonight,' she said.
He whirled around and screamed, 'For the love of God woman, don't you ever stop?'
Tuesday, 2 April 2013
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