Joke Thread III
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Robbo3
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Presume this is for a practical joke
Kittyhawk
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New Zealand traffic jam.
woodhutt
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Hmm. Looks more like a bunch of Brits heading to the Polling Station.
Phil Pascoe
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No, definitely Kiwis heading to yours.
woodhutt
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And just to show I can be even handed, this might look like a hot dinner to you Poms but to us it's a hot date.
Phil Pascoe
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My comment was a little snide, I've been listening to the news.
Well page 3 and this is what we got Mike chickened out f
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Cozzer
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"Good Morning, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome back to day 2 of your flight crew training programme. This morning's procedure will involve something that we all hope will never be required, but needs going through nevertheless. I am talking, of course, about adopting the brace or crash positions in an emergency situation..."
Assorted muttering from the students, would-be flight crew.
The tutor continued.
"Different ideas, depending where in the world you end up working, but essentially these are the rules to follow..."
"Oooh, I hope they're not too complicated," lisped Tarquin in 17A, "or I'll never remember them..."
"Don't worry", whispered his friend Sheridan in 17B. "Squeeze my hand if you start getting a bit light-headed and lost..."
"Thankth..."
The trainer began their lecture about the process - feet on the floor, hands on the seat in front, bend forward at the waist, ideally placing your head as low down as you possibly can, resting on your lap.
It was at this point that the trainer's assistant tapped the trainer on the shoulder and spoke quietly in his ear.
"17B? Ah...it's you, Tarquin.... No, no, Tarquin... Your own lap, please...."
Assorted muttering from the students, would-be flight crew.
The tutor continued.
"Different ideas, depending where in the world you end up working, but essentially these are the rules to follow..."
"Oooh, I hope they're not too complicated," lisped Tarquin in 17A, "or I'll never remember them..."
"Don't worry", whispered his friend Sheridan in 17B. "Squeeze my hand if you start getting a bit light-headed and lost..."
"Thankth..."
The trainer began their lecture about the process - feet on the floor, hands on the seat in front, bend forward at the waist, ideally placing your head as low down as you possibly can, resting on your lap.
It was at this point that the trainer's assistant tapped the trainer on the shoulder and spoke quietly in his ear.
"17B? Ah...it's you, Tarquin.... No, no, Tarquin... Your own lap, please...."
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Doug B
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Henniep
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Not really a joke, but it's old and delightful in it's innocent.
The wind, the wind
The naughty wind
That blew the dress so high
But God is just
And blew the dust
Into the little boy's eye
The wind, the wind
The naughty wind
That blew the dress so high
But God is just
And blew the dust
Into the little boy's eye
stuart little
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Is Micky with him?
Hot enough to have any Welshman reaching for his welliesAnd just to show I can be even handed, this might look like a hot dinner to you Poms but to us it's a hot date.
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llangatwgnedd
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