I told my missus that the doctor had given me a prescription for daily sex. She didn't believe me and insisted that I showed it to her. I duly handed it over and she said "you daft sod . . . . it's for your dyslexia"
Harry and George ('cause I'm not allowed to say Pat and Mick) were cleaning windows. Perched twenty floors up on their respective cradles, Harry just below George. George drops his leather. he leans over and calls to harry. "Oi, Harry, throw me up my leather". Harry grabs the leather and tosses it up, but it's a bit far out. George makes a grab for it and misses. He falls twenty stories to his inevitable death. At the inquest the Coroner asks Harry "Can you think of any reason for George to take his life in this manner?" "Well, Sir, I think he was a sex maniac." "Oh, says the Coroner, and what makes you think that?" "Well, I believe his last thoughts were of sex. Just as he passed me on the way down I distinctly heard him say, 'Cuuuuuuunt!!'
The Saudi Prince who purchased Newcastle, had a journalist who annoyed him, murdered, dismembered and removed from the building in cake boxes, to cover it up. For the avoidance of doubt, Gary Lineker is a journalist, your Highness.
I was talking with my son when he asked.' Hey dad what's a c*nt?' 'Eh...well son you know porn mags?' 'Yep' 'And you know the pics of naked women?' 'Yep' 'And you know that pic of woman with her legs spread?' 'Yep' 'And you know there's a black star blocking you from seeing something?' 'Yep' 'Well....the bloke that put that star there...he's a c*nt'