Thread: Jokes

Originally Posted by 4bee

Yeah, bloody good point. Maybe why I keep putting my knee out of joint with all the bashing it gets.



The olde Bloke way, way, way, back was an Earl. But hey, I'm just one of the regular Guys here, so no need to genuflect & Knuckle the Forelock each time you address me.


FYI.Originating from the Norse word "jarl" (meaning leader), earl is the English equivalent of the European title, "count". And Wiki still can't spell it correctly.

Wiki dropped the 'o'?

Originally Posted by 350RRC

Wiki dropped the 'o'?

Tyically, they added one.

Originally Posted by 4bee

The olde Bloke way, way, way, back was an Earl. But hey, I'm just one of the regular Guys here, so no need to genuflect & Knuckle the Forelock each time you address me.

Yet you still insist on me addressing your good self as Sir Desmond!!??

After 30 years of marriage, the husband and wife decided they need some marriage counselling.

When asked what the problem is, the wife goes into a tirade listing every problem they ever had in the years they had been married. On and on she goes: neglect, lack of intimacy, emptiness, loneliness, feeling unloved and unlovable – an entire laundry list of unmet needs that she has endured.

Finally, after allowing this for a lengthy period of time, the counsellor gets up, walks around the desk and, after asking the wife to stand, he embraces her and kisses her long and passionately as the husband watches with a raised eyebrow.

The woman shuts up and quietly sits down, as though in a daze. The counsellor turns to the husband and says, 'That is what your wife needs, at least three times a week! Can you do it?'

'Well', he says, ' I can drop her here on Mondays and Wednesdays, but on Fridays I've got Bowls.'

A young executive was leaving the office late one evening when he found the CEO standing in front of a shredder with a piece of paper in his hand. "Listen," said the CEO. "This is a very sensitive and important document here and my secretary has gone for the night. Can you make this thing work for me"? "Certainly," said the young executive. He turned the machine on, inserted the paper and pressed the start button. "Excellent, excellent!" said the CEO, as his paper disappeared inside the machine. "I just need one copy."

Originally Posted by rick130

Yet you still insist on me addressing your good self as Sir Desmond!!??

Yeah, sorry about that Rick. If it was left to me it would be a simple "Sir 4bee" but those who know about these things in London, said I am obliged to use that title or the plebs will reckon I am are a ****head. WOSSAT, They already do? Please excuse the omission of my Family Seal. Bloody thing stinks of fish, makes a lot of seal noises & ****s everywhere.


No respect for Toffee Nose Gits these days it seems. Next thing it will be BLM. Bloody Looters Matter.

Now some jokes for Eevo.

What do you call an informal army unit of guys all with moustaches? A Mo-litia

What do you call an informal army unit of gardeners? A Mow-litia

What do you call an informal army unit of cows? A Moo-litia

Originally Posted by RANDLOVER

Now some jokes for Eevo.

What do you call an informal army unit of guys all with moustaches? A Mo-litia

What do you call an informal army unit of gardeners? A Mow-litia

What do you call an informal army unit of cows? A Moo-litia

Just as well it’s almost Father’s Day - perfect to brush up on!