This is rubbish A lad dials his home phone from work and strange woman answers. The lad says “Who is this?” “This is the maid.” answered the woman. “We don’t have a maid !” “I was just hired this morning by the lady of the house.” “Well this is her husband. Is she there?” “She’s upstairs in the bedroom with someone who I thought was her husband.” The lad is fuming, and says to the maid “Would you like to make £20,000 ?” “What do I have to do?” “I want you to get my gun from the desk in my office and shoot them both.” The maid puts down the phone and the lad hears footsteps, followed by two gunshots. The maid comes back to the phone. “What should I do with the bodies?” “Throw them in the swimming pool.” “What ? . . . . you haven't got a pool !” Long pause . . . . "Is this 0208 4545454 ?”
Don’t know much about history Don’t know much about biology. Don’t know much about a science book. Don’t know much about the French I took . The person who wrote this song wasn’t very good at school.
A parts manager for a small repair shop ordered part No. 669 from the factory, but when he received it he noticed that someone had sent part No. 699 instead. Furious at the factory’s incompetence, he promptly sent the part back along with a letter giving them a piece of his mind. Less than a week later, he received the same part back with a letter containing just three words: “TURN IT OVER.”
