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What do you get when you cross poison ivy with a four leaf clover? A rash of good luck.
Continue ReadingWhat do you get when you cross poison ivy with a four leaf clover? A rash of good luck.
Continue ReadingNick Griffin has bought a goose. A real one that he takes to the gym. I think it’s just a proper gander exercise for the BNP.
Continue ReadingThis morning I saw 2 little boys wearing turbans, I asked them “are you Sikhs?” The bigger one said “No, he’s Sikhs and I’m eight.”
Continue ReadingAs I sat watching my daughter whipping her hair back and forth at the school disco, I suddenly realised that she suffers from epilepsy.
Continue ReadingHow do you make a trampoline? Put his Special Brew just out of reach.
Continue ReadingWent to see a medium last night, left me feeling average.
Continue ReadingMy mates say that I’m always too soft on my girlfriend. I said, “Of course I am, would you be able to get it up with something like that?”
Continue ReadingThis evening I walked out of my cottage door, dusk was just falling and there was still a gentle and pleasing warmth from the day. Sweet pea and lavender scent filled the air, with deeper notes counterpointing from the bougainvillea and honeysuckle. The sun, low and blood red against the horizon threatened to boil the […]
Continue ReadingI learnt yesterday where the word peninsular originated, ‘insular’ Latin for Island, ‘Pen’ meaning not quite, ‘peninsular’ literally meaning not quite an island. ‘Pen Friend’ Not quite a friend.
Continue ReadingI bought a smart car today. It has an IQ of 190.
Continue ReadingWhen my sister said she was dating Ahmed I feared the worst. As luck would have it I misheard her and she is actually dating a deformed guy with an arm sticking out of his head.
Continue ReadingPlaying Scrabble in hospital is a good way to pick up MRSA.
Continue ReadingToday, I thought of a different word for ‘every’. That is all.
Continue Reading“Seasonings greetings from the India Salt & Pepper society.”
Continue ReadingI will never forget my childhood summers, when we would climb into old tires and roll down the hills. They were goodyears.
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