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Friday late night humour.
Posted: 05 Feb 2016, 23:34
by hairyyoda

Friday late night humour

posted by Blu Sky Shooter on TS.com yesterday.
Copied and pasted, so sorry that it is all in capitals.
TWO OLD MEN DECIDE THEY ARE CLOSE TO THEIR LAST DAYS AND DECIDE TO HAVE A LAST NIGHT ON THE TOWN. AFTER A FEW DRINKS, THEY END UP AT THE LOCAL BROTHEL THE MADAM TAKES ONE LOOK AT THE TWO OLD GEEZERS AND WHISPERS TO HER MANAGER, "GO UP TO THE FIRST TWO BEDROOMS AND PUT AN INFLATED DOLL IN EACH BED. THESE TWO ARE SO OLD AND DRUNK, I'M NOT WASTING TWO OF MY GIRLS ON THEM. THEY WON'T KNOW THE DIFFERENCE.' THE MANAGER DOES AS HE IS TOLD AND THE TWO OLD MEN GO UPSTAIRS AND TAKE CARE OF THEIR BUSINESS. AS THEY ARE WALKING HOME THE FIRST MAN SAYS, 'YOU KNOW, I THINK MY GIRL WAS DEAD!' 'DEAD?' SAYS HIS FRIEND, 'WHY DO YOU SAY THAT?' 'WELL, SHE NEVER MOVED OR MADE A SOUND ALL THE TIME I WAS LOVING HER.' HIS FRIEND SAYS, 'COULD BE WORSE I THINK MINE WAS A WITCH.' 'A WITCH ??. . WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU SAY THAT?' 'WELL, I WAS MAKING LOVE TO HER, KISSING HER ON THE NECK, AND I GAVE HER A LITTLE BITE, THEN SHE FARTED AND FLEW OUT THE WINDOW..... TOOK MY TEETH WITH HER! '

Thanks Phil
Re: Friday late night humour.
Posted: 06 Feb 2016, 04:06
by Radagast
Drank a few. Snooze. Wake up in full dark to try and snipe a lens on Evilbay. Fail. Eat a tub of Icecream for consolation. Sleep Dream, full colour and sound. I'm out foxing, set up the caller, hear a thud and movement through the crop. Turn, trying to bring the gun to shoulder when I'm run down by a sheep in a tartan skirt, white blouse and cat ears head band, running to the caller. Wake up going WTF!?!
Weirdest dream I've ever had. No more ice cream.
Re: Friday late night humour.
Posted: 06 Feb 2016, 15:45
by poppy mae
Pretty normal behaviour round these parts Radagast

Re: Friday late night humour.
Posted: 06 Feb 2016, 15:56
by rodp
Radagast wrote:Drank a few. Snooze. Wake up in full dark to try and snipe a lens on Evilbay. Fail. Eat a tub of Icecream for consolation. Sleep Dream, full colour and sound. I'm out foxing, set up the caller, hear a thud and movement through the crop. Turn, trying to bring the gun to shoulder when I'm run down by a sheep in a tartan skirt, white blouse and cat ears head band, running to the caller. Wake up going WTF!?!
Weirdest dream I've ever had. No more ice cream.
That would have been wishful thinking to a Welshman
Sorry

It had to be done
Re: Friday late night humour.
Posted: 06 Feb 2016, 16:09
by Radagast
Now I know where the Kiwis emigrated from.
