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One night, as he finished his last beer, Joe's doorbell rang. He answered the door and found a six-foot cockroach standing there. The bug grabbed him by the collar and threw him across the room, then left.

 

The next night, the doorbell rang, and found the same six-foot cockroach standing there. The big bug punched him in the stomach, then left.

 

The same same happened the next night. This time, he

was kneed in the groin and hit behind the ear as he doubled over in pain. Then the big bug left.

 

The following day, Joe went to see his doctor. He explained the events of the preceding four nights. "What can I do?" he pleaded.

 

"Not much" the doctor replied.

 

"There's just a nasty bug going around."

 

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Old Sean lived alone in Northern Ireland. He wanted to

spade up his potatogarden, but it was very hard work. His only son, Mick, who

used to help him,was in an English prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:

 

Dear Mick,

I am feeling a mite down because it looks like I won't be

able to plant me

potato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be

digging up a garden

plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I

know you would dig

the plot for me. Love, Dad

 

A few days later he received a letter from his son:

 

Dear Father,

For CHRIST'S SAKE, don't dig up the garden!

That's where I buried all them feckin' BODIES!

Love, Mick

 

At 4 A.M. the next morning, a dozen agents from Scotland Yard and local police officers showed up and dug up the entire garden down to a depth of about six feet. That evening, not finding any bodies, they apologized to the old man and left.

The next day the old man received another letter from his son:

 

Dear Father,

Go ahead and plant yer spuds now. It's the best I could do

under the

circumstances Love, Mick

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One night, as he finished his last beer, Joe's doorbell rang.  He answered the door and found a six-foot cockroach standing there.  The bug grabbed him by the collar and threw him across the room, then left.   

 

The next night, the doorbell rang, and found the same six-foot cockroach standing there.  The big bug punched him in the stomach, then left.   

 

The same same happened the next night. This time, he

was kneed in the groin and hit behind the ear as he doubled over in pain.  Then the big bug left.   

 

The following day, Joe went to see his doctor. He explained the events of the preceding four nights. "What can I do?" he pleaded.   

 

"Not much" the doctor replied.   

 

"There's just a nasty bug going around."

 

:razz:

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Obvious, but I still laughed :angry:

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What did Batman say to Robin before they got in the Batmobile?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wait for it........

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Get in the Batmobile Robin" :razz:

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  • 3 months later...

Hey I wasn't even in the country when you wrote that... gimme a break... it takes a long time to catch up!! :rolleyes:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

... and plus I hadn't noticed when it was posted... ;) Shoosh you!

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The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a

surrogate father to start their family. On the day the proxy father was

to arrive, Mr Smith kissed his wife goodbye and said, "Well, I'm off

now. The man should be here soon.

 

Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer

happened to ring the doorbell, hoping to make a sale.

 

"Good morning, Ma'am", he said, "I've come to...''

 

"Oh, no need to explain," Mrs Smith cut in, embarrassed, "I've been

expecting you."

 

"Have you really?" said the photographer. "Well, that's good. Did you

know babies are my specialty?"

 

"Well that's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have

a seat " After a moment she asked, blushing, "Well, where do we start?"

 

"Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the

couch, and perhaps a couple on the bed. And sometimes the living room

floor is fun. You can really spread out there."

 

"Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work out for Harry and me!"

 

"Well, Ma'am, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But if we try

several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles, I'm sure you'll

be pleased with the results."

"My, that's a lot!" gasped Mrs Smith.

 

"Ma'am, in my line of work a man has to take his time. I'd love to be in and

out in five minutes, but I'm sure you'd be disappointed with that."

 

"Don't I know it," said Mrs Smith quietly.

 

The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his

baby pictures. "This was done on the top of a bus," he said.

 

"Oh my God!" Mrs Smith exclaimed, grasping at her throat.

 

"And these twins turned out exceptionally well - when you consider

her mother was so difficult to work with."

 

"She was difficult?" asked Mrs Smith.

 

"Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park to get the

job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep to

get a good look."

 

"Four and five deep?" said Mrs Smith, her eyes wide with amazement.

"Yes", the photographer replied. "And for more than three hours, too.

 

The mother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could hardly

concentrate, and when darkness approached I had to rush my shots.

 

Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just had

to pack it all in."

 

Mrs Smith leaned forward.

"Do you mean they actually chewed on your,.. um.. equipment?"

 

"It's true, Ma'am yes. Well, if you're ready, I'll set-up my tripod and

we can get to work right away."

 

"Tripod?"

 

"Oh yes, Ma'am. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's

much too big to be held in the hand very long."

 

With that, Mrs. Smith fainted............

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