Non-Stick Nora visits the doctor worried about Barmy Albert’s frequent petulant outbursts. The doctor asks, "What's the problem?” Nora sez: "Doctor, I don't know what to do. Every day, Albert seems to lose his rag for no apparent reason whatsoever. He’s generally a curmudgeonly sort, but he seems to be getting much worse and I find it all quite disconcerting." The physician replies: "I have a cure for this irascibility and peevishness. When it seems that Albert is getting a tad surly, just take a glass of water and start swishing it in your mouth. Just swish and swish but don't swallow it until he either leaves the room or calms right down.” Two weeks later Nora returns, looking fresh and reborn. Non-Stick Nora announced: "Doctor that was a brilliant idea! Every time our Albert started losing the plot, I swished with water. I swished and swished, and he calmed right down! How does a mere glass of water do that?" The doctor advised: "The water itself does nothing whatsoever. It's keeping your gob shut that does the trick."
Octogenarian Elsie Grabknuckle shuffled out of Scropton Street Supermarket, overladen with shopping bags and upon returning to her car, found four young males in the act of leaving with her vehicle. She dropped her shopping bags and drew her pepper spray, proceeding to scream at the top of her voice, "I have a pepper spray and I know how to use it! Get out of the car!" The four lads didn’t wait for a second request. They evacuated the vehicle and legged it quicker than a lodging house tomcat! Elsie, somewhat shaken by all the shenanigans and impromptu kerfuffle, then proceeded to load her shopping bags into the boot of the car and then slithered into the driver’s seat. She was so shaken that she could not get her key into the ignition. She tried and tried, and then it dawned on her exactly why. For this same reason, she did not understand why there was a football, a frisbee and two packs of lager on the back seat. A few minutes later, she found her own car parked four or five spaces further down. She loaded her bags into the car and drove to the police station to report her unfortunate mistake. The desk sergeant to whom she told the story couldn’t stop chortling. He pointed to the other end of the counter, where four pallid teenage lads were reporting a car-jacking by a crazy, elderly woman described as white, less than five feet tall, glasses, curly white hair and carrying a large can of pepper spray! No charges were filed. MORAL OF THE STORY? If you’re going to have a senior moment, make it a memorable one!
Vice-President Kamala Harris was giving President Biden his daily briefing. She concluded by saying: "Yesterday, Mr President, three Brazilian soldiers were killed in an accident" "OH NO!" the President bawls. "That’s terrible!" He then proceeds to weep buckets, and being a tad sken-eyed, (as he is), and the tears rolled down his back. (It’s what you might call ‘Bacteria’ – Geddit!) His entire staff sat stunned at this display of emotion, nervously watching as the great man sits with his head in hands. Finally, the President looks up and asks: "Just how many is a Brazillion?"
A missive to the slovenly woman in Asda, who was wearing her pyjamas and slippers with two screaming kids in tow. If you’re wondering how the condoms appeared in your trolley, thank me later!
I’ve just finished two excellent books that I can recommend to all my readers. The first one is called Childish Retorts by Euan Hoozami and the second one is titled: Fighting on a Narrowboat by R.G. Bargee.
I bought a litre of milk and a wholemeal loaf from Aldi yesterday. It was entirely an impulse buy. I only went in for a two-man tent and an angle grinder.
If you ever reckon that your job is pointless, just remember that there is a bloke in Germany who fits indicators on BMW cars. Blondes simply adore the BMW car, It’s the only one that they can spell! Some years ago, a blonde told me that she was my dream girl. She was right. It was the dream where all your teeth and hair fall out!
Q) How much does a pirate charge for ear piercing?
A) A buccaneer.
I wish that pets lived a lot longer and the cost of living didn’t make life so expensive and that chocolate cake didn’t make you fat and that a lot of people weren’t total idiots, but we can all improve our individual existences by having a chortle and thereby exercising your guffaw glands. If you dare to clickety-click on www.ComedianUK.com and continue the quest than all will be in fine fettle. The moon belongs to everyone. Now, get back to work! You can email me too! comedianuk@sky.com
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