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Tell Us a Gag. Please!

only because you didn't immediately call for banning after me last one.

if we're doing jokes do we have any limit as to how dark/offensive/filthy they get or is it a case of let her rip?
Haha. Anything goes......

 
so a man decides to go for a sunday afternoon drive.

as he's driving along down a windy country road enjoying the scenery a rabbit suddenly darts out of the hedge just ahead of him.

he's not daydreaming so much as to take his eyes off the road he spots it and swerves to avoid hitting it, but alas it's too late and he feels the thump thump as his car hits the animal.

he slams on the brakes in shock screeching to a halt while his mind catches up with events.

he gets out of the car, and being an animal lover he's horrified to see the twisted body of the rabbit lying a few dozen yards back in the road.

he approaches slowly, realizing there is nothing he can do for the poor animal he breaks out in tears, his afternoon ruined.

then another car comes around the corner, a low-slung sports car. seeing him in the road the driver stops and gets out- a beautiful young woman with long blonde hair

"whatever's the matter" she asks him, her voice laced with concern.

"it's all my fault, i'm a horrible person, i killed the rabbit" the man mutters through his sobbing.

the woman looks around, now spotting the mangled ex-rabbit in the road

"don't worry" she says comfortingly, reaching into her handbag and pulling out a spray can.

she then proceeds to spray the entire contents of the can onto the hare.

to the mans shock the rabbit twists and contorts back into a lifelike shape, suddenly springing up full of life. the rabbit raises a paw in the air almost like it was waving at the pair of them.

the rabbit then hops off, apparently unfazed by it's recent ordeal, every few yards it stops and raises its paw as before as if to wave goodbye. it keeps doing this until finally it crests a nearby hillock and dissappears

reality descends again and the man turns to the woman in confusion

"what the hell was that you just did?" he asked, incredulous at this miraculous turn of events.

the woman simply hands him the empty can, he takes it and glances at the label which reads:

"hair spray- restores life to dead hair and adds wave"

plz no ban.....
& They say the old ones are the best........

Wtf do "they" know ?

 
How do you confuse a blonde work person? (politically correct) 

Line up three Shovels/Spades and ask them to take their Pick !

 
How do you confuse a blonde work person? (politically correct) 

Line up three Shovels/Spades and ask them to take their Pick !
Doh!

can we get a second for that? preferably from someone weilding the banhammer.

don't wanna go full frankie boyle and end up getting yeeted.....
Seconded.....carried.

I got a gnu for my wife this Christmas just gone. She wasn't too pleased but thought it was a cracking swop.......?

 
So this is where the jokes that were too bad for Christmas crackers end up!

 
Two tomatoes in a bowl.

Which one was the cowboy?

Answers below please......

 
So this butcher is in his shop working away when a dog, carrying a basket casually walks in and jumps up onto the counter.

The butcher goes to shoo him away but before he can the dog points with his paw into the basket at a list for some meat.

This gets the butchers attention, so he picks up the list and reads off the items which are followed by a note that reads ‘please can you put all this in the basket, the right money is in a pouch on the dogs collar’. Right on cue the dog lifts his head and points at a small pouch which as it turns out has the right money in it.

Once all the bits were in the basket the dog nods his thanks and leaves with the basket in his mouth again.

The butcher is stunned. If I could have a dog like that he thinks, it could do my deliveries, even perform on the stage! So he shuts up shop and follows the creature, during which time he sees him visit several other shops, have a pint at the pub and even use a zebra crossing, wow, thinks the butcher, this dog is something else! 
 

Then finally the dog arrives at a house, he opens the front gate and lets himself in with his paws and goes up to the front door and knocks waiting to be let in. 
 

Suddenly though the door flies open and a man appears, giving the dog a massive bollocking, calling him useless and dumb, the butcher, confused at this, runs up to them and exclaims ‘why are you bollocking this dog? The things I’ve seen him do, he’s amazing!’ ‘Amazing? fuck off!’ Laughs the man,

‘This is the third time he’s forgotten his keys this week!’ 

 
Two tomatoes in a bowl.

Which one was the cowboy?

Answers below please......
OK I will help you out.

It's neither they are both redskins.

Boom boom lol

 
I really have to get a better class of friends.

My mate Kenny with the speech impediment has just been charged with shoplifting kitchen utensils from Tesco.

He said it was a whisk he was prepared to take.

But silly Billy now that's more serious.

He has been charged with murder. He attacked a bloke with a sheet of sandpaper. He only meant to rough him up a bit.

There ya go.Buy one get one free! Lol

Regards 

 
Haha no,no obligation to buy so long as promise to forget after reading.

?

Regards 


if by forget you mean "develop stress based amnesia" then yes, yes i will forget, ummmm, what am i talking about again?

 
Haha. They get better...


i dunno, no matter how much you push the envelope it'll still be stationary......

can't figure out spoiler tags so here's another essay for everyone to scroll past and not read:

whilst we are all well aware of the events of Cinderella, her encounter with the fairy godmother and marrying a handsome prince.

what is not well known is after the somewhat unconventional events of her youth her life was mostly unremarkable, serving as the roles of attentive wife to her husband who by dint of being a second child never had the chance to take up the crown.

however happily ever after only lasts so long and eventually the prince died, a peaceful death but a tragedy nonetheless leaving Cinderella a widow whose common upbringing saw her shipped off out of the royal court to live the rest of her days in quiet solitude.

it is here one day, we find Cinderella, time having taken its toll, an old woman sitting in her rocking chair on the porch of a little cottage, quietly knitting while a cat she'd taken to calling bob rested contently on the windowsill.

as she's sitting there, her mind idly wondering, she finds herself thinking about time, and how after life seemed to be so much shorter these days.

suddenly there's a gentle tinkling noise, subtle, but a noise that nonetheless cut through the silence like a razor and went straight into her mind. there it swooshed it's way through memories almost forgotten to the mists of time until, there. that was it.

she looks up "it's been a long time" she says, as if greeting an old friend.

"indeed my child it has" replies the fairy godmother

"why have you come?" asks Cinderalla calmly.

"you have lived a long and exemplary life" says the godmother "your charitable works and your political campaigns to aid those in need have been a shining beacon of hope for the poor of this land. and yet the king has so callously cast you out for fear of some imagined shame it might bring to his house"

"the king has his ways, but he is not so bad" replies Cinderalla

"that is as may be, but by way of recompense, i would once again like to offer you 3 wishes. is there anything your heart still yearns for?"

Cinderella sits there quitely, pondering this opportunity, the wisdom of age tempering the youthful memories seeing the godmother again had stirred.

eventually she speaks "the king is not so bad, and my life here is quiet and peaceful, but with time the maintenance of this place has become too much for me and it would be so very handy to pay some local men from the village to fix it up again"

"certainly my dear" says the fairy godmother, and with a flick of her arm and a somewhat underwhelming "poof", the world seemed unchanged.

silence decended, but not normal silence, this silence was louder than usual because a noise that had been there before was now gone- the creaking of the rocking chair had ceased for it was no longer made of wood, but solid gold.

"what is your second wish?" asks the fairy godmother

again cinderella ponders getting to her feat and pacing slowly around the room.

"you know, i can't remember a time now when there wasn't some creaking in my bones, fog in my sight or pain in my joints. i'd like to feel the energy of youth again, if only for a day"

again the subtle flick of the wand, only this time the magic is so much more dramatic as a swirling fog envelops Cinderella hiding her from view.

when the fog clears cinderella is once again young, her mind unchanged yet she stood the picture of radiant beauty and youth she had been the last time she crossed paths with the fairy godmother.

"and your third wish?" asks the fairy godmother

once again the response is delayed, but this time it is not caused by careful contemplation. the funny thing about minds is how like water fills a glass and takes it shape so too does thought fill a body.

Cinderella, remembering a long life well lived but with feelings long since forgotten now stirring points to the cat and says "this stray has been my faithful companion for many years, i love him like i once loved my dear prince charming, could you transform him into a kind and handsome young man like you once did with those mice?"

"of course" says the fairy godmother

the cat, sensing attention half-opens an eye to survey the room. his gaze somewhat distracted when once again the flick of the want, the swoosh of fog, and a gentle "poof" as the fairy godmother dissappears.

before the fog even clears clears the cat, now a grown man naked as the day he was born, emerges sweeping cinderella up into his arms with a grace that would ordinarily take years of ballet training to acheive.

he stares deep into Cinderella's eyes and leans down as if to kiss her, but instead he gently whispers:

"i bet now you're wishing you hadn't had me neutered"

 
i dunno, no matter how much you push the envelope it'll still be stationary......

can't figure out spoiler tags so here's another essay for everyone to scroll past and not read:

whilst we are all well aware of the events of Cinderella, her encounter with the fairy godmother and marrying a handsome prince.

what is not well known is after the somewhat unconventional events of her youth her life was mostly unremarkable, serving as the roles of attentive wife to her husband who by dint of being a second child never had the chance to take up the crown.

however happily ever after only lasts so long and eventually the prince died, a peaceful death but a tragedy nonetheless leaving Cinderella a widow whose common upbringing saw her shipped off out of the royal court to live the rest of her days in quiet solitude.

it is here one day, we find Cinderella, time having taken its toll, an old woman sitting in her rocking chair on the porch of a little cottage, quietly knitting while a cat she'd taken to calling bob rested contently on the windowsill.

as she's sitting there, her mind idly wondering, she finds herself thinking about time, and how after life seemed to be so much shorter these days.

suddenly there's a gentle tinkling noise, subtle, but a noise that nonetheless cut through the silence like a razor and went straight into her mind. there it swooshed it's way through memories almost forgotten to the mists of time until, there. that was it.

she looks up "it's been a long time" she says, as if greeting an old friend.

"indeed my child it has" replies the fairy godmother

"why have you come?" asks Cinderalla calmly.

"you have lived a long and exemplary life" says the godmother "your charitable works and your political campaigns to aid those in need have been a shining beacon of hope for the poor of this land. and yet the king has so callously cast you out for fear of some imagined shame it might bring to his house"

"the king has his ways, but he is not so bad" replies Cinderalla

"that is as may be, but by way of recompense, i would once again like to offer you 3 wishes. is there anything your heart still yearns for?"

Cinderella sits there quitely, pondering this opportunity, the wisdom of age tempering the youthful memories seeing the godmother again had stirred.

eventually she speaks "the king is not so bad, and my life here is quiet and peaceful, but with time the maintenance of this place has become too much for me and it would be so very handy to pay some local men from the village to fix it up again"

"certainly my dear" says the fairy godmother, and with a flick of her arm and a somewhat underwhelming "poof", the world seemed unchanged.

silence decended, but not normal silence, this silence was louder than usual because a noise that had been there before was now gone- the creaking of the rocking chair had ceased for it was no longer made of wood, but solid gold.

"what is your second wish?" asks the fairy godmother

again cinderella ponders getting to her feat and pacing slowly around the room.

"you know, i can't remember a time now when there wasn't some creaking in my bones, fog in my sight or pain in my joints. i'd like to feel the energy of youth again, if only for a day"

again the subtle flick of the wand, only this time the magic is so much more dramatic as a swirling fog envelops Cinderella hiding her from view.

when the fog clears cinderella is once again young, her mind unchanged yet she stood the picture of radiant beauty and youth she had been the last time she crossed paths with the fairy godmother.

"and your third wish?" asks the fairy godmother

once again the response is delayed, but this time it is not caused by careful contemplation. the funny thing about minds is how like water fills a glass and takes it shape so too does thought fill a body.

Cinderella, remembering a long life well lived but with feelings long since forgotten now stirring points to the cat and says "this stray has been my faithful companion for many years, i love him like i once loved my dear prince charming, could you transform him into a kind and handsome young man like you once did with those mice?"

"of course" says the fairy godmother

the cat, sensing attention half-opens an eye to survey the room. his gaze somewhat distracted when once again the flick of the want, the swoosh of fog, and a gentle "poof" as the fairy godmother dissappears.

before the fog even clears clears the cat, now a grown man naked as the day he was born, emerges sweeping cinderella up into his arms with a grace that would ordinarily take years of ballet training to acheive.

he stares deep into Cinderella's eyes and leans down as if to kiss her, but instead he gently whispers:

"i bet now you're wishing you hadn't had me neutered"
?

Very good.Well written although I feel like I've read a book.

Bring a whole new meaning to bestiality though.lol

Regards 

 
Took the new girlfriend home to meet the family. The kids love her and my folks think she is great.

The wife's not too impressed though! ?

Regards 

 
My youngest boy asked me what I knew about solar eclipses. 

Very little son. I replied.

Regards 

 
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