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Discussion in 'Barnsley' started by Didley Squat, Dec 16, 2016.
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What about a long slow screw
It was dark along the road to the farm, Dave stepped in a puddle. "Damn it!"
I've forgotten my toilet paper roll.
He reached the farm and walked cautiously up to the front door. It was already 9:30pm. Knock, knock
"Who's there" said little Willy
Nobody answered.
No answer, he tries again, a little louder KNOCK, KNOCK
The door opens. "Evening guv'nor" said the farmer
I've never been there before in my life.
"We have a problem, I think my friend is going to say something to the cops"
Your going to be locked up a long time!
"Let's go out to the barn" said the farmer
what will happen if i twist it a little bit harder
That just tickles too much
Of course beer is as healthy as red wine
"The barn?" asked Dave, worriedly
For goodness sake Reg, let me sleep, I've already played with it twice today !
"Yep, the barn" "Can't talk here, the wife's not in bed yet" was the farmers reply.
Well, how did I know the end would drop off if I squeezed it ?