I bought a deodorant stick today. The instructions said, “Remove cap and push up bottom.” I can barely walk but when I fart the room does smell lovely.
While the C-5 was turning over its engines, a female crewman gave the G.I.s on board the usual information regarding seat belts, emergency exits, etc .... Finally, she said, 'Now sit back and enjoy your trip while your captain, Judith Campbell, and crew take you safely to Afghanistan ' An old Sgt. sitting in the eighth row thought to himself, 'Did I hear her right? Is the captain a woman? ' When the attendant came by he said 'Did I understand you right? Is the captain a woman?' 'Yes,'! said the attendant, 'In fact, this entire crew is female.' 'My God,' he said, 'I wish I had two double scotch and sodas. I don't know what to think with only women up there in the cockpit.' 'That's another thing, Sergeant,' said the crew member, 'We No Longer Call It The Cockpit' 'It's The Box Office.
A German tourist jumped in the freezing water to save my precious little dog who was drowning, after he climbed out he handed me the dog and said “here is ze dog keep him warm and dry him off he vill be fine” I said “are you a vet?” He replied “vet?.. I’m ****ing soaking”
Wouldn't the song "Love really hurts without you" by Billy Ocean be a great choice for a Vaseline advert.
Real Madrid have put in a bid for Mo Salah. If he declines, Sergio Ramos has offered to try and twist his other arm.
Two deaf blokes were out one evening and decided to call into a pub for a pint. One said, by means of signing, “You sit down, I’ll get these.” “Two pints best bitter please” he said to the bartender, signing and talking in that inimitable way that the deaf have. “That’ll be eight pounds please.” “Eight ****in’ quid for two pints!!! Why?” “We’ve got music on.” “Music! We’re deaf. What sort of music is it anyway? Is it rock ‘n’ roll?” “No.” “Is it soul?” “No.” “Is it R ‘n’ B?” “No.” “Well what is it?” “It’s country and western.” At that he takes the beers over to his mate and tells him “Eight ****in’ quid for two pints.” “Whhaaaat? Why?” “They’ve got music on.” “Music!! We’re deaf fer crissake! What sort of music is it anyway, is it rock ‘n’ roll?” “No.” “Well is it soul?” “No.” “Well is it R ‘n’ B?” “No.” “Well what is it then?” “It’s some c*nt from Preston . . . .
We were that poor when I was a kid, my parents used to get my school clothes from the Army surplus shop. Nothing wrong with that you might say. But do you realise how badly bullied you get going school dressed as a Japanese sniper.