After her sixth child, Lucy decided that she should have some cosmetic surgery "down below" to restore herself to her former youthful glory because her bomb doors were dangling a bit too low and looked like a ripped out fireplace. Time and childbirth had taken its toll and she reckoned that, with six children now being the limit, she'd tidy things with a nip here and a tuck there so it looked more like a piggy bank slot rather than a badly packed kebab. Following the operation she awoke from her anesthetic to find three roses at the end of the bed. “Who are these from?" she asked the nurse, "They're very nice, but I'm a bit confused as to why I've received them." "Well" said the nurse, "The first is from the surgeon - the operation went so well and you were such a model patient that he wanted to say thanks". "Ahhh, that's really nice" said Lucy. "The second is from your husband - he's delighted the operation was such a success that he can't wait to get you home. Apparently it'll be the first time he's touched the sides for years and he's very excited!" "Brilliant!" said Lucy. "And the third?” "That's from Eric in the burns unit", said the nurse. "He just wanted to say thanks for his new ears!"
One lovely day, two tourists were driving through Wales. At Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwyllllantysiliogogogoch they stopped for lunch and one of the tourists asked the waitress: “Before we order, I wonder if you could settle an argument for us. Can you pronounce where we are, very, very, very slowly?” The girl leaned over and said: “Burrr… gurrr… King.”
After my weekly trip to the library I've just finished two great reads... 'Protecting Australia's Ecosystem ' - Barry O'Reefe 'How to Write The Perfect Novel' - Paige Turner
There's a gang in my area who recruit new members by threatening them with all kinds of punishments if they don't join. But enough about the Church......
I'm never using stick deodorant again... The instructions said: “remove cap and push up bottom.” I can hardly work now, but my farts smell nice.
An assistant to Donald Trump told him she had had a fantastic dream last night. There was a huge parade down Pennsylvania Avenue celebrating Trump. Millions lined the parade route, cheering when the President went past. Bands were playing; children were throwing confetti into the air; there were balloons everywhere. It was absolutely the BIGGEST CELEBRATION WASHINGTON HAD EVER SEEN! Trump was very impressed and said, "That's really great! By the way, how did I look in your dream? Was my hair okay?" His assistant said ... "I couldn't tell, the coffin was closed."
I was looking around a dog kennels and pondering on which breed of dog I should go for, when one of the staff came along and gave me a couple of pointers.
A man has been caught by police after breaking into a supermarket and stealing ice-cream, trifle, cheesecakes and various other desserts. He has been remanded in custard.
Someone threw a giant bottle of omega-3 pills at me. I’m fine - I only suffered super fish oil injuries.
Monday: Gregg Tuesday: Ian Wednesday: Gregg Thursday: Ian Friday: Gregg Saturday: Ian Sunday: Gregg A week from the Gregorian Calendar.
My sister bet me a hundred quid I couldn't build a car out of spaghetti. You should have seen her face when I drove pasta!