mistyoptic
Vintage
- Location
- A parallel reality
I blame the tablets 😳
Any good jokes ... ?
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ebikeerwidnes
Guru
- Location
- Z’ha’dum
Mrs Drago has been saying this for many years!
cyberknight
As long as I breathe, I attack.
- Location
- Land of confusion
uhm the tablets i am on atm means i could kill an elephant at 20 paces , good job most of the time i am not near anyone !
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Chris S
Legendary Member
- Location
- Birmingham
My neighbour has just split up with his husband. The bottom's dropped out of his life.
AndyRM
XOXO
- Location
- North Shields
Top joke, love it.
classic33
Leg End Member
In a nearly empty store in the recently opened shopping centre, two young businessmen leaned against a counter, taking a break. Their soon-to-open shop was still a work in progress—bare shelves, empty display racks, and the scent of fresh paint lingering in the air.
One of them smirked and nudged his buddy. “I bet any second now, some old-timer is gonna walk by, press his face against the window, and ask what we’re selling.”
They chuckled, feeling oh-so-clever.
Right on cue, as if the universe had a sense of humor, a senior gentleman strolled past, slowed down, and peered through the glass. He tapped on the window, squinting inside, then called out in a loud, clear voice, “What are y’all sellin’ here?”
The young men exchanged grins. Here was their chance for some fun.
With a cocky smirk, one of them shot back, “We’re selling ass-holes.”
Silence.
For a split second, the old man just stared at them. Then, without missing a beat, he shrugged and fired back:
"Well, business must be good—you’ve only got two left!"
One of them smirked and nudged his buddy. “I bet any second now, some old-timer is gonna walk by, press his face against the window, and ask what we’re selling.”
They chuckled, feeling oh-so-clever.
Right on cue, as if the universe had a sense of humor, a senior gentleman strolled past, slowed down, and peered through the glass. He tapped on the window, squinting inside, then called out in a loud, clear voice, “What are y’all sellin’ here?”
The young men exchanged grins. Here was their chance for some fun.
With a cocky smirk, one of them shot back, “We’re selling ass-holes.”
Silence.
For a split second, the old man just stared at them. Then, without missing a beat, he shrugged and fired back:
"Well, business must be good—you’ve only got two left!"
