How are unicorns fake but giraffes are real?
What's more believable, a horse with a horn or a leopard-moose-camel with a 40 foot neck?
How are unicorns fake but giraffes are real?
What's more believable, a horse with a horn or a leopard-moose-camel with a 40 foot neck?
I've developed a rash on my upper leg, and every time I scratch it, I hear music…
Doctor says it's spotty thigh!
We took part in a trivia quiz last night.
We had to name three songs by Meatloaf.
We got Bat Out of Hell, and You Took the Words Right Out of My Mouth, but couldn't for the life of us think of another one.
Oh well, I suppose two out of three ain't bad.
I love the way greeting cards shops cover the whole range of human emotion, from extreme happiness all the way to 'blank inside'.
If a picture really does speak a thousand words . . .
I'm guessing it's a picture of my mother telling me who she briefly bumped into whilst she was shopping.
I didn't manage to get into the College of Hypnotism because . . .
. . . I failed the entrance exam.
We each have only two or three minutes left to live.
Fortunately taking a breath resets the clock.
I popped into a department store yesterday and I learned that make-up assistants do not like it when you climb up on the stool and ask for a tiger.
Son: "Dad, what's an alcoholic?"
Me: "Do you see those four trees? Well, an alcoholic would see eight."
Son: "But dad, I only see two."
Sixteen years old when I went to the war,
To fight for a land fit for heroes,
God on my side, and a gun in my hand,
Chasing my days dawn to zero,
And I marched and I fought and I bled and I died,
And I never did get any older,
But I knew at the time that a year in the line,
Was a long enough life for a soldier.
We all volunteered, and we wrote dawn our names,
And we added two years to our ages,
Eager for life and ahead of the game,
Ready for history's pages,
And we brawled and we fought and we whored 'til we stood,
Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder,
A thirst for the Hun, we were food far the gun,
And that's what you are when you're soldiers.
I heard my friend cry, and he sank to his knees,
Coughing blood as he screamed for his mother,
And I fell by his side, and that's how we died,
Clinging like kids to each other,
And I lay in the mud and the guts and the blood,
And I wept as his body grew colder,
And I called for my mother and she never came,
Though it wasn't my fault and I wasn't to blame,
The day not half over and ten thousand slain,
And now there's nobody remembers our names,
And that's how it is for a soldier.
My girlfriend thinks that I'm a stalker.
Well, she's not exactly my girlfriend yet!
So, here's some information you might not know.
Alan Price, the musician, is heavier than Vincent Price, the actor.
Whilst Vincent Price is heavier than Katie Price, the model.
And do you know how I know this?
I looked it up on a price comparison website.
To the person who stole my glasses. I will find you, I've got contacts.
I wonder if Chinese tourists get upset when they buy a souvenir from London and then find it was made in China.
Top Tip:
Prepare your kids for office life by making them buy their own birthday cake.
"My mate has a Quality Street chocolate stuck in his windpipe."
"The purple one?"
"Yes, that's him."