When Barmy Albert got home early from work, his attractive, voluptuous and single neighbour also arrived home at the exact same time. Albert was most surprised when she walked across the street and knocked on his door. He opened the door and she gazed at him in a seductive manner and announced: “I’ve just got home and I possess an irresistible urge to have a good time, get drunk and have tons of fun tonight. What are you doing later on?” Albert swiftly replied: “Nothing whatsoever. I’m free!” She replied: “Fantastic!” “Can you mind my dog?”
A Proper Yorkshire Tale: When Daley Thompson, Tessa Sanderson and Steve Cram are all round at Seb Coe's house for a fish and chip supper, the duties were equally shared. Steve brought the fish, Tessa fetched the chips, Daley brought the mushy peas and Seb provided the condiments of salt and vinegar and the crowning glory was a pot of steaming Yorkshire Tea. As they were all just about to tuck in, there was a ring of the smart doorbell camera, so Seb has a shufty to see who it is. "Who is it?", asks everyone in unison. Seb replies: "It's Fatima wit' bread!"
Due to the NHS being strapped for cash, coupled with the rising costs of medical testing, a new formula has been announced by the government. All you have to do (in the privacy of your back garden) is wee under a tree. If ants gather, then you probably have diabetes. If the grass dries up, then you’re putting too much salt on your chips, so you should cut right down. If you can detect the odour of fried food, then you have high cholesterol. Furthermore, if you forget to pull up your undercrackers, then your memory is going. After conducting this test, my doctor has prescribed some tablets for my memory loss. I have to take two tablets, three times per day. Or is it three tablets, twice a day? The doctor also recommended that if I’m getting down on the floor, then I should ensure that I have a bona-fide plan to get back up again….
Fascinating Fact; Isn’t it quite amazing that the French are aware of the location of where two of our fishing boats are working, but fail to spot five hundred overladen dinghies per month sailing across the channel.
Knock-Knock - Who’s there? – Ahhhhhhh - Ahhhhhhhh who? - Werewolf in London!
Non- Stick Nora read the book The Exorcist and told Barmy Albert that it was the most evil book that she had ever had the gross misfortune to read and that it was so malicious that she couldn’t bear to finish it. The very same weekend, she visited Blackpool Illuminations and went to the end of the South Pier and hurled the book as far as she could into the sea! On Monday, in a moment of mischief and malevolence, Barmy Albert purchased another copy of the book, ran it under the tap, until it was thoroughly saturated and placed it in the kitchenette drawer for her to find.
The missus asked me: “Is it just me, or is the dog getting fat?” It was a massive mistake replying; “No. It’s just you!” That’s when the fight started!
My grandad always said to me: “Don't watch your money; watch your health.” So, one day while I was watching my health, someone stole all my money. Yes, you’ve guessed it! It was my grandad!" Sadly, he died on his 90th birthday. We only got up to sixty-two on the bumps! We used to call him Spider Man. Not because he was agile. He just couldn’t get out of the bath!
I went to see a faith healer at the Scropton Street Community Hub. He was so bad, this bloke in a wheelchair got up and walked out!
Thought for Thursday: It becomes evident that you've put on a lot of weight, when you sit in the bath and the water in the toilet rises!
Surreal Joke of the Century: A male frog goes to see a clairvoyant. The psychic tells him: "You are going to meet a beautiful young girl who will want to know everything about you." The frog becomes ecstatic, "This is absolutely fantastic! Will I meet her at a party?" "No," says the psychic, "in her biology class."
I couldn't make it to my local hostelry, the Pitt Bull and Stanley Knife pub quiz night last week. I wasn't feeling too clever. I was also making every endeavour to avoid Sid, the landlord. He had asked me to re-turf a huge field at the rear of the pub, in order that they could carry out a civil war battle re-enactment. I thought “Sod that for a game of soldiers!" Isn’t life grand when you’re barmy!
Stay away from negative people. They have a problem for every solution. Whether we drink a bottle of £500 or £5 wine- the hangover is the same. I tried cooking with wine too. After six glasses in the kitchenette, I forgot what I had gone in there for! Laughter is the best medicine! So, visit my website: www.ComedianUK.com and assume a comical position and strike da pose! You can email me too: comedianuk@sky.com. Now, get back to work Fishface!