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Chic Murray one liners 41 Views 01/20/07
Chic Murray (1919 - 1985) was one of Scotland's finest comedians. I came across these jokes recently and they still make me laugh. Visiting London, Chic was asked by a stranger, "Do you know the Battersea dog's home?". He replied, "I didn't even know it was away." When staying at a Rothesay hotel, there were the usual toast and marmalade (in little round pots) on the breakfast table in the morning. When the landlady came into the room, Chic lifted a tiny pot of honey and said "I see you keep a bee!" It's a small world, but I wouldn't want to have to paint it. My mother was so house proud that when my father got up to sleepwalk she had the bed made by the time he got back. My father was from Aberdeen, and a more generous man you couldn't wish to meet. I have a gold watch that belonged to him. He sold it to me on his deathbed. I wrote him a cheque for it, post dated of course. I made a stupid mistake last week. Come to think of it, did you ever hear of someone making a clever mistake? So I gave him a wave. Actually, it was more of a half wave, because I only half know him. What use is happiness? It can't buy you money. I met this cowboy with a brown paper hat, paper waistcoat and paper trousers. He was wanted for rustling. If something's neither here nor there, where the hell is it? My father was a simple man. My mother was a simple woman. You see the result standing in front of you, a simpleton. I had a tragic childhood. My parents never understood me. They were Japanese. I won't say I was slow developer, but our teacher was quite pleased to have someone her own age in the class to talk to. If it weren't for marriage, husband and wives would have to fight with strangers. After I told my wife that black underwear turned me on, she didn't wash my Y-fronts for a month. Kippers- fish that like a lot of sleep. The boat was so old; it must have been launched when Long John Silver had two legs and an egg on his shoulder. It was a pretty posh place. They were so used to fur coats that two bears strolled in and ordered lunch and nobody even noticed. I felt as out of place as a left-handed violinist in a crowded string section. Get into yourself to get yourself out of your self. Then try to lose yourself. I drew a gun. He drew a gun. I drew another gun. Soon we were surrounded by lovely drawings of guns. We've got stained glass windows in our house. It's those damned pigeons. You know what they say about stamp collecting. Philately will get you nowhere. There's a new slimming course just out where they remove all your bones. Not only do you weigh less, but you also look so much more relaxed. The police stopped me when I was out in my car. They told me it was a spot check. I admitted to two pimples and a boil. I first met my wife in the tunnel of love. She was digging it at the time. I dreamt I was forced to eat 25lbs of marshmallows. When I woke up, my pillow was missing. My girlfriend's a redhead, no hair, just a red head. I admit to spending a fortune on women, booze and gambling. The rest I spend foolishly. A neighbour put his budgerigar in the mincing machine and invented shredded tweet. My parents were wonderful, always there with a ready compromise. My sister wanted a cat for a pet I wanted a dog, so they bought a cat and taught it to bark. I got up this morning. I like to get up in the morning; it gives me the rest of the day to myself. I crossed the landing and went down stairs. Mind you, if there had been no stairs, I wouldn't even have attempted it. We were so poor; the ultimate luxury in our house at the time was ashtrays without advertisements. It was all the wolf could do to keep us away from his door. A luxury meal was prairie sandwiches- two slices of bread with wide-open spaces between them. There were so many holes in my socks I could put them on seventeen different ways. She had been married so often she bought a drip-dry wedding dress. This friend of mine had a terrible upbringing. When his mother lifted him up to feed him, his father rented the pram out. Then when they came into money later, his mother hired a woman to push the pram - and he's been pushed for money ever since. I went to the butchers to buy a leg of lamb. "Is it Scotch?", I asked. "Why?" the butcher said in reply. Are you going to talk to it or eat it?". "In that case, have you got any wild duck?". "No", he responded, "but I've got one I could aggravate for you". I rang the bell of this small bed-and breakfast place, whereupon a lady appeared at an outside window. "What do you want?", she asked. "I want to stay here", I replied. "Well, stay there then", she said and closed the window. A Scot is a man who keeps the Sabbath, and everything else he can lay his hands on. I was walking along the road. I knew I was walking because one foot was following the other. A car drew up beside me and stopped. The driver opened the door and asked me if he could give me a lift. I replied that I didn't need a lift as I lived in a bungalow. I was out walking the other evening. This fellow accosted me, and asked if that was the moon up there in the sky. I replied that I had no idea as I was a stranger there myself. My wife went to a beauty parlour and got a mud pack. For two days she looked nice, then the mud fell off. She's a classy girl though, at least all her tattoos are spelt right. I knocked and the woman opened the door in her night dress. I thought to myself at the time what a strange place to have a door.
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Australian love poem 88 Views 01/02/07
(Did you think Australians weren't romantic?) This is great !! Of course I love ya darlin You're a bloody top-notch bird And when I say you're gorgeous I mean every single word So ya bum is on the big side I don't mind a bit of flab It means that when I'm ready There's somethin there to grab So your belly isn't flat no more I tell ya, I don't care So long as when I cuddle ya I can get my arms round there No sheila who is your age Has nice round perky breasts They just gave in to gravity But I know ya did ya best I'm tellin' ya the truth now I never tell ya lies I think its very sexy That you've got dimples on ya thighs I swear on nanna's grave now The moment that we met I thought you was as good as I was ever gonna get No matter what ya look like I'll always love ya dear Now shut up while the cricket's on And fetch another beer.
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