ok...so anyone who admits to having a sense of humour adds their name to the list. I have taken a few liberties to get things rolling.
1) Sledge
2) Kenny
3) Mole (the)
4) OJ
I have a sense of humor...the voices in my head (almost) always laugh ay my jokes.
I don't know. You're a tough crowd. Take my wife, please.
is this a profanity friendly message board? :laugh:
Quote from: sledge on December 20, 2011, 07:01:47 PM
ok...so anyone who admits to having a sense of humour adds their name to the list. I have taken a few liberties to get things rolling.
1) Sledge
2) Kenny
3) Mole (the)
4) OJ
5) mister
ignore this post
Good evening ladies and germs, I just flew in from the coast and boy are my jokes tired.-------------- Is this thing on? Is this an audience or an oil painting? Take mimiKeni's wife-----please. BaDump BaDump Cheee .....................But seriously folks.
Tough crowd indeed.
I once played a crowd so tough...
How tough...
Well, I'm so tough my rice bubbles don't go "snap. crackle, pop" they go "Ssshhhh here he comes." Well, this crowd was so tough my rice bubbles wouldn't even come out of the box.
So to save the crowd the hassle, I threw rotten tomatoes at myself before I went on.
You know when you're walking down the street and a fly is annoying you. And it just wont stop? And you wave and wave it it keeps going right. And then at some point you're like "Fack off" and moving around. Well, you know, the people across the street from you, the ones watching you, they cannot see the fly.
ha ha mister
So a horse walks into a bar - bartender says
"Why the long face ? "
>rimshot<
And right after the horse a skeleton walks into the same bar and says to the bartender, a beer and mop please ...
Two peanuts were walking down the street. One was "assaulted".
"My dog has no nose."
"Then how does he smell?"
"Awful!"
mehh jokes, laughing, and being happy are all overrated..
A man walks into a bar...the next one ducks. <rimshot>
I was told I am about as funny as a red ant in a rubber :icon_question:
I will never forget my childhood.My mum would make me climb inside a tyre and then throw me down a hill...They were goodyears.