Wit is aften a mask....

                                            

We spend our entire existence constantly on the move, wandering aimlessly from one destination, then to another, keeping appointments and observing what time it is and ensuring that we are punctual. The time we get out of bed is governed by the clock and we sleep by the clock, get up again, go to work and then eventually we retire.  And what do they give us? A flamin’ clock!   This is not a wind up!

 

I went to the jewellers and sez to the lady behind the counter: “I need a battery, so I can tell the time.”  She replied: “Is it for a clock?”  I sez: “I don’t know.  That’s why I need a battery….”

 

Three mischievous old grannies were sitting on a bench outside the nursing home. Just about then an old Grandpa walked by and one of the old Grandma’s yelled out saying: “We bet we can tell exactly how old you are.”  The old bloke sez: “There ain’t no way you can guess it, you old fools.” One of the old grannies shouted: “Sure we can! Just drop your pants and under pants and we can tell your exact age.” Embarrassed just a little, but anxious to prove they couldn’t do it, he dropped his drawers. The Grandmas asked him to first turn around a couple of times and to jump up and down several times. Then they all piped up and announced:  “You’re 86 years old”’ Standing with his pants down around his ankles, the old geezer asked: “How in the world did you guess?” Slapping their knees and grinning from ear to ear, all three old ladies happily yelled in unison: “We were at your birthday party yesterday!”

                                 

On the same subject, I've got a memory like that thing that's used to get lumps out of flour.

 

Dave, a supermarket worker, is called away from his till. “Your girlfriend’s gone in to labour early” a supervisor tells the worried young man. “A nurse left her direct number. Give her a ring and she’ll tell you what’s happening” Unfortunately, the manager has written the number down wrong and Dave gets through to the local cricket club instead. “How’s everything going?” he asks. “Oh, fine” says a cheery woman at the other end of the phone. “We’ve got eight out already!” “Eight !” wails Dave, who’s already nervous enough about being a dad. “Yep,” says the lady “And the last one was a duck…”

 

During a service, an evangelical preacher invites people in need on to the stage. “Brother” he says to the first respondent “What is your need ?” “I need help with my hearing” the man answers. The preacher sticks his finger in the man’s ear and prays. “How’s your hearing now?” he asks. “I don’t know” says the man “It’s not till next Tuesday…”

                                                      

Larry died.  His will provided £40,000 for an elaborate funeral.  As the last guests departed the affair, his wife Sarah turned to her oldest and dearest friend.  "Well, I’m sure Larry would be pleased," she said. "I’m sure you’re right," replied Jody, who lowered her voice and leaned in close.  "How much did this really cost?" "All of it," said Sarah.  "Forty-thousand." "No!"  Jody exclaimed.  "I mean, it was very nice, but £40,000?" Sarah answered, "The funeral was £6,500.  I donated £500 to church.  The whiskey, wine and snacks were another £500.  The rest went for the Memorial Stone." Jody computed quickly.  "£32,500 for a Memorial Stone?  My God, how big is it?" Sarah replied: "Four and a half carats."

 

Non-Stick Nora was awakened at 3am on Saturday morning by a loud  banging on the front door. Barmy Albert got up and went to the door where a drunken  fella, staggering around  in the pouring rain, was asking  for a push. "No chance," shouts Albert. "It’s  three o’clock in the morning!" He slammed the door muttered some Elizabethan expletives and returned to bed. "Who was that?" asked Nora”. "Just some drunk guy asking for a push," Albert replied:  "Did you help him?" she asked. "No, I did not, it is three in the morning and it’s lagging it down!" "Well, you have a short memory," she said. "Can’t you remember about four months back when we broke down and those two blokes helped us?" "I think you should help him or you will be ashamed of yourself!" Albert duly did as he was told, got dressed, and went out into the tempestuous, pounding  rain. He called out into the dark, "Hello, are you there?" "Yes!" comes back the answer. "Do you still need a push?" he shouted. "If you don’t mind!" comes the reply from the dark. "Where are you?" Albert politely enquired.  "Over here on the swing!" came the reply. 

                                

Wit is often a mask. If you could peer behind its gossamer façade, you would find either genius irritated or cleverness wriggling. That’s why you should never let your mind wander. Summat that small shouldn’t be out on its own.  Nurse, fetch the screens! Visit my website:  www.ComedianUK.com or email me: comedianuk@sky.com.   Now, assume a comical position,then strike the pose!