by phil on Fri Dec 02, 2011 2:34 am
I've introduced a swear box at work to raise money for the Christmas Party.
Being a social worker looking after Tourette's sufferers really does have its benefits.
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I wish my son wouldn't use words like 'fat cunt' around me and his mum.
He did it today and my phone started dialling hers.
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I've been dating a homeless women recently, and I think it's getting serious.
She asked me to move out with her.
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A big bloke spilled my pint in the pub, so I shouted at him, "Hey you twat, look what you`ve done!"
He said "Before you start, mate, I spent 3 years in the Paras, 2 years in the SAS, a year in the Foreign Legion, the last year teaching unarmed combat, so what does that tell you?"
Eeerr...you can`t stick at anything?..." I replied!..
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If I ever rob a man, I'll kidnap him at about 7pm dressed as a chicken and hold him hostage until 3 am. Before I release him, I'll throw glitter, alcohol and perfume on him then drop him off at home. Try explaining that to his wife, "Honey I was kidnapped... By a chicken.... And he threw glitter on.... Fuck it, I went to a strip club."
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A family had twin boys whose only resemblance to each other was their looks. If one felt it was too hot, the other thought it was too cold. If one said the TV was too loud, the other claimed the volume needed to be turned up. Opposite in every way, one was an eternal optimist, the other a doom and gloom pessimist.
Just to see what would happen, on the twins' birthday their father loaded the pessimist's room with every imaginable toy and game. The optimist's room he loaded with horse manure.
That night the father passed by the pessimist's room and found him sitting amid his new gifts crying bitterly.
"Why are you crying?" the father asked.
"Because my friends will be jealous, I'll have to read all these instructions before I can do anything with this stuff, I'll constantly need batteries, and my toys will eventually get broken." answered the pessimist twin.
Passing the optimist twin's room, the father found him dancing for joy in the pile of manure. "What are you so happy about?" he asked.
To which his optimist twin replied, "There's got to be a pony in here somewhere!"
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Lets try and keep my Parkinson's out of ttthiiiss.