Me: “I can’t seem to keep a steady girlfriend”
Counsellor: “Do you know the symptoms of relationship phobia?”
Me: “Can’t say I do”
Yer man: “That’s one of them”
These are all too short. Here’s a longer one (copied and pasted from elsewhere):
A duck walks into a pub and orders a pint of beer and a ham sandwich.
The barman looks at him and says, “hang on! You’re a duck.”
“I see your eyes are working,” replies the duck.
“And you can talk!” exclaims the barman.
“I see your ears are working, too,” says the Duck. “Now if you don’t mind, can I have my beer and my sandwich please?”
“Certainly, sorry about that” says the barman as he pulls the duck’s pint. “It ‘s just we don’t get many ducks in this pub.. What are you doing round this way?”
“I’m working on the building site across the road,” explains the duck. “I’m a plasterer.”
The flabbergasted barman cannot believe the duck and wants to learn more, but takes the hint when the duck pulls out a newspaper from his bag and proceeds to read it.
So, the duck reads his paper, drinks his beer, eats his sandwich, bids the barman good day and leaves.
The same thing happens for two weeks.
Then one day the circus comes to town.
The ringmaster comes into the pub for a pint and the barman says to him “you’re with the circus, aren’t you? Well, I know this duck that could be just brilliant in your circus. He talks, drinks beer, eats sandwiches, reads the newspaper and everything!”
“Sounds marvelous,” says the ringmaster, handing over his business card. “Get him to give me a call.”
So the next day when the Duck comes into the pub the barman says, “hey Mr. Duck, I reckon I can line you up with a top job, paying really good money.”
“I’m always looking for the next job,” says the duck. “Where is it?”
“At the circus,” says the barman.
“The circus?” repeats the duck.
“That’s right,” replies the barman.
“The circus?” the duck asks again. “With the big TENT?”
“Yeah,” the barman replies.
“With all the animals who live in CAGES, and performers who live in CARAVANS?” says the duck.
“Of course,” the barman replies.
“And the tent has CANVAS sides and a big canvas roof with a hole in the middle?” persists the duck.
“That’s right!” says the barman.
The duck shakes his head in amazement, and says ..
The nurse at the sperm bank asked me if I’d like to masturbate in the cup. I said, “Well, I’m pretty good, but I don’t think I’m ready to compete just yet.”
My neighbour was shouting and banging the wall at 4:30 this morning.
Luckily I was still up playing music.
“Can we please have a little respect!” he cried.
“Sorry, never been a fan of Erasue. Will Depeche Mode do?”
Two old fellers in a library, one says to the other ‘Have you read Marx?’
The other one says ‘Yeah, I think it comes from sitting in these wicker chairs too long’
Churchwarden having a private talk with the Vicar . “On my way home last night, as I was crossing the railway I saw a beautiful young woman tied across the tracks. Naturally, I rushed to help her.”
“Very commendable.”
“I carried her in my arms to the safety of the grassy verge, but in so doing felt a strong masculine temptation rise in my loins.”
“You resisted, of course.”
“I’m afraid I did not, Vicar. I took her acceptance of my caresses, initially intended to comfort, as encouragement, and I carried through my base impulses to their inevitable and shameful conclusion.”
“Perhaps you complied with her wishes. Was there a look of gratitude, perhaps even pleasure, on her face?”
“I don’t know, Vicar. I never found the head.”
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING JOKE IS IN POOR TASTE AND MAY CAUSE OFFENCE
I got so fed up with my neighbour bashing away on his drum kit all night, that I called the Police.
They fined him 500 quid! When he objected, they told him to take it up with me, as I was the one who complained!
I’m not sure why H.P. thinks your joke is in poor taste…
I heard about your neighbour. Apparently, in a surprising act of contrition, he came round your house to explain he’d glued egg boxes to the party wall and wanted to make amends by offering some soft padding he’d ordered online for your side of the dividing wall. Only being a big fan of death metal and blast beats, all the padded sections had the same emblem printed on them of a black hooded figure with a scythe.
As I understand it, you turned down his offer because you didn’t like the Grim Reaper cushions.
A man plagued with premature ejaculation seeks professional help.
The specialist says, “What you must do when you’re engaged in the act of love, is imagine yourself in a high-class restaurant having an expensive meal. Order three courses, and as each comes imagine yourself eating it with great pleasure and satisfaction, spinning the meal out as long as you can. That’ll do the trick.”
So the next time he has sex the man puts the plan into practice. Concentrating hard, he imagines himself in the restaurant, saying to the waiter: “I’ll have a dozen oysters, please…andacupofcoffeeandthebill.”
A farmer catches a chap poaching rabbits in his field. He approaches the chap and as he gets closer he’s shocked to see it’s the local vicar
Farmer “I’m surprised to see you out here poaching father”
Vicar “Well, times have been tight and I just wanted a little something for my tea”
Farmer “Well, look at your bag you’ve got dozens of them”
Vicar “well, it’s this scent you see, it attracts them like nobodys business”
Farmer “what scent is that then?”
Vicar (sheepishly) “well, and I know this is bad, but if I have a rummage around in a womens undergarments I find that the rabbits can’t resist the scent on my hands”
Farmer “you dirty bastard, away with you!”
So, off goes the vicar but the farmers curiosity gets the better of him. He heads back to the farmhouse. As he enters the kitchen he sees his wife bending down to put a pie in the oven. “Alright, let’s give this a try” he says and he shoves his hand up her skirts.
Without looking round she says “morning vicar, going poaching again?”
A bit like the old Bob Monkhouse joke about how his dad died peacefully in his sleep unlike the 300 passengers in the back of the plane he was flying at the time
Simon was a respected guitarist on the local pub rock scene and had started to gain a reasonable following with his band, that also included some of his extended family. After a gig one night, he was driving back with his uncle and they were involved in a terrible accident. His uncle was killed outright but Simon survived, albeit with the loss of both legs.
On coming round in hospital the next day, the doctors broke the news of his uncles demise and his injuries, but stated that they had managed to get the body parts from his uncle into ice storage pretty quickly and that there was a possibility that his uncles legs could be grafted onto Simon.
After a successful operation and many months of rehabilitation, Simon was keen to get back to music and perform, especially to honour the memory of his deceased family member. So that night, appearing at the local pub was the first performance of Simon and Half Uncle……..
An older Jewish gentleman marries a younger lady and they are very much in love. However, no matter what the husband does sexually, the woman never achieves orgasm.
Since a Jewish wife is entitled to sexual pleasure, they decide to ask the rabbi. The rabbi listens to their story, strokes his beard, and makes the following suggestion:
“Hire a strapping young man. While the two of you are making love, have the young man wave a towel over you. That will help the wife fantasize and should bring on an orgasm.”
They go home and follow the rabbi’s advice. They hire a handsome young man and he waves a towel over them as they make love. But it doesn’t help and she is still unsatisfied. They go back to the rabbi.
“Okay,” says the rabbi, “let’s try it reversed. Have the young man make love to your wife and you wave the towel over them.”
Once again, they follow the rabbi’s advice. The young man gets into bed with the wife and the husband waves the towel. The young man gets to work with great enthusiasm and the wife soon has an enormous, room-shaking, screaming orgasm.
”There you go Sonny”, says the old man triumphantly, ” THAT’S the way you wave a fucking towel!”
“I saw a pair of knickers today – on the front it said, ‘I would do anything for love’ and on the back it said ‘but I won’t do that.'” – Sarah Millican
A little silver-haired lady calls her neighbour and says. “Please come over here and help me. I have a killer jigsaw puzzle. and I can’t figure out how to get started.”
Her neighbour asks, “What is it supposed to be when it’s finished?”
The little silver-haired lady says. “According to the picture on the box, it’s a rooster.”
Her neighbour decides to go over and help with the puzzle.
She lets him in and shows him where she has the puzzle spread all over the table.
He studies the pieces for a moment. then looks at the box, then turns to her and says.
First of all. No matter what we do, we’re not going to be able to assemble these pieces into anything resembling a rooster,”
He takes her hand and says, “Secondly. I want you to relax.
Let’s have a nice cup of tea, and then,” he said with a deep sigh ……….. .
“Let’s put all the Corn Flakes back in the box.”
There’s more….the gorilla looks down the bar and sees another gorilla nursing a pint. On asking he discovers that gorilla had only paid £5 for their pint so our gorilla complains to the barmaid who says ‘Ah yes but that gorilla was here before this joke began.’
It’s 1944 – a painfully thin,, bald and exhausted man arrives in heaven wearing only the striped pyjamas issued by a Nazi concentration camp.
God says “you poor, poor man… please enter”.
Man (cheerfully) – “Actually, I’ll be honest – it wasn’t THAT bad ! Who needs food or a wife and family anyway? Am I right? You’ve got to laugh, haven’t you?”
God – “I don’t find it funny at all!”
Man – “Oh.” He pauses – his expression changes abruptly from jollity to a severe frown.
“I guess you had to be there…”
A man is walking down the road, totally skint & silently cursing his bad luck.
He notices something shiny catch his eye on the pavement, bends down to look & sees that it’s a £2 coin, he picks it up & thinks to himself this is my lucky day.
He goes into a newsagent & decides to buy a scratch card & unbelievably he wins £50.
Thinking to himself maybe my luck is turning, he decides to celebrate by having a drink.
In the pub he watches the fruit machine so he walks over to try his luck & he wins the £500 jackpot.
After a few more drinks he gets peckish he goes to the local curry house.
The waitress is an attractive young girl, dressed in a Sari style dress, hair up & a dark red bindi on her forehead.
She takes his order then says to him that he looks very happy, so he tells her about his run of good luck.
She says, play your cards right & you could get lucky with me.
He cannot believe what a lucky day he is having, he eats his food & they go to his place & shag themselves senseless.
They both nod off to sleep afterwards, he wakes first & as he looks at her he notices that the bindi on her forehead has lifted at the edge.
These days I’m having trouble distinguishing between ’80s music and ’90s music.
Can’t tell my A-Ha’s from my Elbow.
News just in that a truck full of copies of Roget’s Thesaurus has overturned on the M25, spilling it’s entire load.
Witnesses are reported to be stunned, startled, aghast, taken aback, stupefied, confused, shocked, rattled, paralysed, dazed, bewildered, mixed up, surprised, awed, dumfounded, nonplussed, flabbergasted, astounded, amazed, confounded, astonished, overwhelmed, horrified, numbed, speechless and perplexed.
An electrical engineer, a mechanical engineer and an IT engineer are driving along in a car and it stalls and grinds to a halt.
The electrical engineer says ‘It’ll be the spark plugs’. He takes them out, cleans them with his wire brush but … no joy.
The mechanical engineer says ‘We’ve flooded the carburettor. Be patient. Let it drain for a few minutes, then try again.’ Na da.
The IT engineer says ‘Tell you what, let’s all get out of the car and get back in again and see whether it starts.’
An architect, an artist and an engineer are in the pub discussing relationships.
The architect says “I prefer to take a wife. A marriage is a firm foundation. What you build on it will last you a lifetime.”
“No” says the artist, “I prefer to take a mistress for the romance, the intrigue, the forbidden fruit.”
The engineer says, “I like to have a wife and a mistress. The wife thinks I’m with the mistress; the mistress things I’m with the wife; so I’m free to get down the plant and get some work done.”
Well, my sister-in-law appreciates it.
A woman decides to have a face lift for her 50th birthday. She spends £15,000 and looks sensational.
On her way home, she stops at to buy a newspaper. Before leaving, she says to the assistant, ‘I hope you don’t mind my asking, but how old do you think I am?”.
‘About 32,’ is the reply.’
‘No! I’m exactly 50,’ the woman says happily.
A little while later she goes into McDonald’s and asks the counter girl the very same question.
The girl replies, ‘I’d say about 29.’‘No, I’m 50.’ the woman replies with a big smile.
Now she’s feeling really good about herself. She stops at a another shop on her way home. She goes up to the counter to and asks the assistant the same burning question. The assistant responds, ‘Oh, I’d say 30.’ Again she proudly responds, ‘I’m 50, but thank you!’
While waiting for the bus to go home, she asks an old man waiting next to her the same question.He replies, ‘Madam, I’m 78 and my eyesight is going. Although, when I was young there was a sure way to tell how old a woman was. It sounds very forward, but it requires you to let me put my hands under your bra Then, and only then I can tell you EXACTLY how old you are.’
They wait in silence on the empty street until her curiosity gets the better of her. She finally blurts out, ‘Oh bugger it, go on then”
He slips both of his hands under her blouse and begins to feel around very slowly and carefully. He bounces and weighs each breast and he gently pinches each nipple. He pushes her breasts together and rubs them against each other.
After a couple of minutes of this, she says, ‘Okay, okay…..How old am I?’
He completes one last squeeze of her breasts, removes his hands, and says, ‘Madam, you are 50.’
Stunned and amazed, the woman says, ‘That was incredible, how could you tell?’
‘I was behind you at McDonalds’.
How many burnt out psychiatric nurses does it take to change a lightbulb? Five- one to change it and four to moan about all the changes happening in this place recently.
London Transport’s new high-speed passenger transit system between tube platforms has come under fire by critics since its launch yesterday. News just in is that The Queen has angrily declared the cost of the improvements disgusting, demanding the death penalty for those responsible.
Almost identically: A few years ago the local Conservative councillor put a leaflet through our door. He left the gate open. Mrs Moose remarked that he probably thinks that our gate can pull itself up by its bootstraps and damn well close itself.
He has had legal IP problems over his recent solo work. Anything he does under the Captain Sensible name (or even with other people) is required to be officially credited to the band that first made his name.
BUT as a “quid pro quo” if there is anything done by the band without him, he gets royalties but he is required to publicise the songs along with the other band members.
So when I asked him if he’s going to record new stuff – he said he’s Damned if he does and Damned if he doesn’t!
You know when you’re on the toilet and you realise there’s no bog paper, so you have to waddle off with your pants round your ankles to get a new roll?
I’m nearly at Tesco.
A mother and her young son are walking on the beach. Suddenly, a massive freak wave breaks over them and sweeps the little boy out to sea.
The mother’s beside herself. She falls to her knees and says, “Oh lord, please, I beg you, return my little boy to me, he’s all I’ve got in the world I swear, I’ll pray five times a day for the rest of my life, just please please let him be ok, I’ll do anything.”
There’s a minute of silence, and then another freak wave sweeps ashore and deposits the boy, alive and well, at his mother’s feet.
“Oh lord, thank you thank you thank you,” she cries. “But just one more thing: he had a hat.”
Moose, I think it’s time someone thanked you for all the enjoyment you’ve brought to the Flogrum over the years. You’ve worked tirelessly to add to the gaiety of nations, to raise the spirits of the huddled masses, to bring a smile to the sunken cheeks of the sorry diaspora of the Afterword, without thanks or even recognition. Few will understand the amount of skill and spunk that goes into an apparently tossed-off Moose comment, and that’s testament to your consummate professionalism. Your rollicking asides, tart rejoinders and humorous ejaculations have been the constant string through the pearl necklace that is the blog. So yes, Moose, it’s time that someone stood up and showered you with golden credit for your work here. Perhaps Salwarpe will be moved to pen a graceful encomium in your honour? (I can’t be arsed, myself).
Cometh the hour, moocheth the Moose,
Swatting the balls no matter how loose.
Pleasing the members, no matter how louche,
Still erect, our cheery and chucklesome Mooche!
I went to a fancy dress party last week as a smurf. I wanted to do it properly so hired a professional consultant. The costume she provided was excellent but when I asked about makeup she said it wasn’t necessary and really didn’t matter. I disagreed strongly and, eventually, I got my way.
That’s right ladies and gentlemen – I argued until I was blue in the face.
This news story about stray dogs with brightly coloured fur appearing all over Russia brings to mind something that’s been happening for a long time in the far north of Canada.
For tourism reasons, local authorities have been capturing brown bears and dyeing the fur white. Half the residents think this is appalling and the other half think it’s a great idea.
Courtesy of Shane Kirk, over on FB:
“Whenever I’m at the gentlemen’s groomer’s I like to read 19th century French novelists.”
“Balzac?”
“No, I’m just having my eyebrows done”.
Swedish chemist shop sketch (NTNOCN)
“Hello, I’d like to buy some deodorant please”
“Ball or aerosol”
“No, I want it for my armpits”
Something which has never occurred since time immemorial; a young woman did not fart in her husband’s lap.”
Ancient Sumerian joke
I had a painter & decorator in the other day, & while I was making him a brew he told me he was a BA pilot on furlough.
He made a good job of the landing…
I went to see a Polish Pink Floyd tribute band.
It was much cheaper, and they had The Wall done in half the time.
(Can I just add that my girlfriend is Polish and she thought it was funny)
I went to see an Irish Pink Floyd tribute band.
They played all of “The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway”.
I went to see a Scottish Pink Floyd tribute band.
During “Money” they passed the cap around.
I went to see a Jewish Pink Floyd tribute band.
Pink Floy-vey.
Hannukah Brick in the Wall?
Comfortably Noam.
Hava Cigar
My dog’s got no legs.
I call him Marlboro because every night I have to take him out for a drag…
Q. What’s orange and sounds like a parrot?
A. A carrot.
Two snowmen standing in the snow. One says, “do you smell carrot?”
Why was the snowman looking through a bag of carrots?
He was picking his nose.
Came back to my car earlier to find a note on the windscreen. ‘Parking Fine’
Made my day. I’m not very good at parking usually.
Doctor: “Why do you have a steering wheel down your Y fronts?”
Patient: “It’s driving me nuts.”
Me: “I can’t seem to keep a steady girlfriend”
Counsellor: “Do you know the symptoms of relationship phobia?”
Me: “Can’t say I do”
Yer man: “That’s one of them”
Red Sky at night – Shepherds Delight
Blue Sky at Night – Day
Someone threw some Cheddar Cheese at me.
That was mature.
How dairy!
I will tread more caerphilly in future
A vicar, a priest and a rabbit walk into a blood bank.
The rabbit says “I think I might be a type O”.
This wins.
My wife said she was going to throw away all my Monkees records.
I thought she was lying, and then I saw her face
Or my wife said she wanted us to travel to Switzerland.
I thought she was was lying, then I saw her face, now I’m in Geneva
There’s not to many great things about Switzerland, but it’s flag is a big plus
What’s this?
*verrry slowwwly makes zig-zag in air with finger*
Swiss lightning.
Ban the sale of pre-shredded cheese.
Make Britain grate again
Up
Why do farts smell?
For the benefit of the deaf.
I whispered to my wife in church ” I’ve just done a silent fart , what should I do?” she replied “Turn your hearing-aid on!”
😂😂😂
How do you murder a circus ?
Go straight for the juggler.
How do turn a duck into a soul singer ?
Put it in the oven until it’s Bill Withers.
I told this one last time…
What’s brown and rhymes with snoop?
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Dr Dre
What do you call an Irishman with a set of French windows on his head?
Paddy O’Doors
Crikey, some of these have got whiskers. How about a new one. I made this up myself…
What keeps the internet running smoothly?
wwwd40.
These are all too short. Here’s a longer one (copied and pasted from elsewhere):
A duck walks into a pub and orders a pint of beer and a ham sandwich.
The barman looks at him and says, “hang on! You’re a duck.”
“I see your eyes are working,” replies the duck.
“And you can talk!” exclaims the barman.
“I see your ears are working, too,” says the Duck. “Now if you don’t mind, can I have my beer and my sandwich please?”
“Certainly, sorry about that” says the barman as he pulls the duck’s pint. “It ‘s just we don’t get many ducks in this pub.. What are you doing round this way?”
“I’m working on the building site across the road,” explains the duck. “I’m a plasterer.”
The flabbergasted barman cannot believe the duck and wants to learn more, but takes the hint when the duck pulls out a newspaper from his bag and proceeds to read it.
So, the duck reads his paper, drinks his beer, eats his sandwich, bids the barman good day and leaves.
The same thing happens for two weeks.
Then one day the circus comes to town.
The ringmaster comes into the pub for a pint and the barman says to him “you’re with the circus, aren’t you? Well, I know this duck that could be just brilliant in your circus. He talks, drinks beer, eats sandwiches, reads the newspaper and everything!”
“Sounds marvelous,” says the ringmaster, handing over his business card. “Get him to give me a call.”
So the next day when the Duck comes into the pub the barman says, “hey Mr. Duck, I reckon I can line you up with a top job, paying really good money.”
“I’m always looking for the next job,” says the duck. “Where is it?”
“At the circus,” says the barman.
“The circus?” repeats the duck.
“That’s right,” replies the barman.
“The circus?” the duck asks again. “With the big TENT?”
“Yeah,” the barman replies.
“With all the animals who live in CAGES, and performers who live in CARAVANS?” says the duck.
“Of course,” the barman replies.
“And the tent has CANVAS sides and a big canvas roof with a hole in the middle?” persists the duck.
“That’s right!” says the barman.
The duck shakes his head in amazement, and says ..
“What the fuck would they want with a plasterer??
Up!
My favourite joke. It was on here several joke threads ago. Always gets a laugh
The nurse at the sperm bank asked me if I’d like to masturbate in the cup. I said, “Well, I’m pretty good, but I don’t think I’m ready to compete just yet.”
Predictably, that’s my favourite so far.
My neighbour was shouting and banging the wall at 4:30 this morning.
Luckily I was still up playing music.
“Can we please have a little respect!” he cried.
“Sorry, never been a fan of Erasue. Will Depeche Mode do?”
That joke also works after the first 3 lines.
I was in the cemetery and I saw a bloke get up from behind a gravestone. ‘Morning,’ I said
‘No, I’m just having a shit’
Excellent
Two old fellers in a library, one says to the other ‘Have you read Marx?’
The other one says ‘Yeah, I think it comes from sitting in these wicker chairs too long’
First heard that on Whacko!, starring Professor Jimmy Edwards.
Mouthy schoolboy: Sir, have you read Marx?
Jim: You’ll have red marks when I’ve finished with you, boy.
Hard to imagine a sitcom set in a minor public school in which the head wanders around flexing his cane and scrounging money off the boys nowadays…
…and with the future drummer of the Jimi Hendrix Experience in it…..
I didn’t believe my chiropractor could improve my posture.
But I stand corrected
Karl Marx sister invented the starting pistol.
Little else is known about Sonja
Arf!
True fact: Marx’s wife and his four daughters were all called Jenny.
One married Dick Talia, another Sir Phillis Talwarz, a third Neil Flect, and the last married Patrick Side, (but left him for Barbara Sim).
Churchwarden having a private talk with the Vicar . “On my way home last night, as I was crossing the railway I saw a beautiful young woman tied across the tracks. Naturally, I rushed to help her.”
“Very commendable.”
“I carried her in my arms to the safety of the grassy verge, but in so doing felt a strong masculine temptation rise in my loins.”
“You resisted, of course.”
“I’m afraid I did not, Vicar. I took her acceptance of my caresses, initially intended to comfort, as encouragement, and I carried through my base impulses to their inevitable and shameful conclusion.”
“Perhaps you complied with her wishes. Was there a look of gratitude, perhaps even pleasure, on her face?”
“I don’t know, Vicar. I never found the head.”
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING JOKE IS IN POOR TASTE AND MAY CAUSE OFFENCE
Arf!
I got so fed up with my neighbour bashing away on his drum kit all night, that I called the Police.
They fined him 500 quid! When he objected, they told him to take it up with me, as I was the one who complained!
I’m really worried about repercussions.
I’m not sure why H.P. thinks your joke is in poor taste…
I heard about your neighbour. Apparently, in a surprising act of contrition, he came round your house to explain he’d glued egg boxes to the party wall and wanted to make amends by offering some soft padding he’d ordered online for your side of the dividing wall. Only being a big fan of death metal and blast beats, all the padded sections had the same emblem printed on them of a black hooded figure with a scythe.
As I understand it, you turned down his offer because you didn’t like the Grim Reaper cushions.
Oi – you – outside.
Right! If that’s the way you want it. Cardinal! Poke him with the soft cushions!
The sequel is better than the original. @salwarpe
My favourite joke ever.
A man plagued with premature ejaculation seeks professional help.
The specialist says, “What you must do when you’re engaged in the act of love, is imagine yourself in a high-class restaurant having an expensive meal. Order three courses, and as each comes imagine yourself eating it with great pleasure and satisfaction, spinning the meal out as long as you can. That’ll do the trick.”
So the next time he has sex the man puts the plan into practice. Concentrating hard, he imagines himself in the restaurant, saying to the waiter: “I’ll have a dozen oysters, please…andacupofcoffeeandthebill.”
What’s the secret of good? Comedy timing.
Bravo!
That’s what she said etc
This is a visual one so you’ll have to use your imagination.
What’s this? (Flapping both arms)
Now, what’s this? (Flapping one arm with the other tucked in)
A seagull coming back from the library.
Excellent.
What’s this? (Wiggle your fingers)
A flock of these (wiggle one finger)
Fingerbobs!
A farmer catches a chap poaching rabbits in his field. He approaches the chap and as he gets closer he’s shocked to see it’s the local vicar
Farmer “I’m surprised to see you out here poaching father”
Vicar “Well, times have been tight and I just wanted a little something for my tea”
Farmer “Well, look at your bag you’ve got dozens of them”
Vicar “well, it’s this scent you see, it attracts them like nobodys business”
Farmer “what scent is that then?”
Vicar (sheepishly) “well, and I know this is bad, but if I have a rummage around in a womens undergarments I find that the rabbits can’t resist the scent on my hands”
Farmer “you dirty bastard, away with you!”
So, off goes the vicar but the farmers curiosity gets the better of him. He heads back to the farmhouse. As he enters the kitchen he sees his wife bending down to put a pie in the oven. “Alright, let’s give this a try” he says and he shoves his hand up her skirts.
Without looking round she says “morning vicar, going poaching again?”
Is there a Vicar’s course available at the local college?
Thanks @dkhbrt. This had me chuckling all afternoon.
It’s the way you tell ’em!
My old man used to say that when in the theatre “always leave them wanting more”. Great bloke, terrible anaesthetist…..
*sparse applause from back of hall*
A bit like the old Bob Monkhouse joke about how his dad died peacefully in his sleep unlike the 300 passengers in the back of the plane he was flying at the time
Aah … Bob Monkhouse. Possibly the finest stand-up comedian the UK produced. Wasn’t there something about his joke book being stolen?
Mid 90s I think – missing for a couple of months then returned (I think money may have changed hands).
A couple of years ago Chubby Brown lost his Joke Book – no-one noticed
His joke books are astonishing. Hopefully this link works.
https://www.pressreader.com/uk/the-mail-on-sunday-event/20150531/283192966965893
The link works fine – thank you – a great read! Thank you.
My Grandad always said “As one door opens, another one closes”
Great bloke, terrible Cabinet Maker
*nose blow from back of hall*
Simon was a respected guitarist on the local pub rock scene and had started to gain a reasonable following with his band, that also included some of his extended family. After a gig one night, he was driving back with his uncle and they were involved in a terrible accident. His uncle was killed outright but Simon survived, albeit with the loss of both legs.
On coming round in hospital the next day, the doctors broke the news of his uncles demise and his injuries, but stated that they had managed to get the body parts from his uncle into ice storage pretty quickly and that there was a possibility that his uncles legs could be grafted onto Simon.
After a successful operation and many months of rehabilitation, Simon was keen to get back to music and perform, especially to honour the memory of his deceased family member. So that night, appearing at the local pub was the first performance of Simon and Half Uncle……..
It’s what he would have wanted.
LOL – very good.
Brilliant!
An older Jewish gentleman marries a younger lady and they are very much in love. However, no matter what the husband does sexually, the woman never achieves orgasm.
Since a Jewish wife is entitled to sexual pleasure, they decide to ask the rabbi. The rabbi listens to their story, strokes his beard, and makes the following suggestion:
“Hire a strapping young man. While the two of you are making love, have the young man wave a towel over you. That will help the wife fantasize and should bring on an orgasm.”
They go home and follow the rabbi’s advice. They hire a handsome young man and he waves a towel over them as they make love. But it doesn’t help and she is still unsatisfied. They go back to the rabbi.
“Okay,” says the rabbi, “let’s try it reversed. Have the young man make love to your wife and you wave the towel over them.”
Once again, they follow the rabbi’s advice. The young man gets into bed with the wife and the husband waves the towel. The young man gets to work with great enthusiasm and the wife soon has an enormous, room-shaking, screaming orgasm.
”There you go Sonny”, says the old man triumphantly, ” THAT’S the way you wave a fucking towel!”
This is a very good joke.
Brilliant! Reminded me about Old Jews Telling Jokes, which I haven’t thought about for years.
It’s really cold all year
round in Motown.
Three degrees…four tops.
Yebbut the Three Degrees were never on Tamla, so it don’t work.
Oi @slug off back to Hoffman!
Tough crowd tonight!
Boo! When’s the stripper on?
She’s just moving her exercise bike…
Arf Moose!
“I saw a pair of knickers today – on the front it said, ‘I would do anything for love’ and on the back it said ‘but I won’t do that.'” – Sarah Millican
Someone at work was doing a crossword & I looked over his shoulder to see how he was getting on.
For 7 across he had written in TOAST.
When I looked at the clue it said “To egg on”…
A little silver-haired lady calls her neighbour and says. “Please come over here and help me. I have a killer jigsaw puzzle. and I can’t figure out how to get started.”
Her neighbour asks, “What is it supposed to be when it’s finished?”
The little silver-haired lady says. “According to the picture on the box, it’s a rooster.”
Her neighbour decides to go over and help with the puzzle.
She lets him in and shows him where she has the puzzle spread all over the table.
He studies the pieces for a moment. then looks at the box, then turns to her and says.
First of all. No matter what we do, we’re not going to be able to assemble these pieces into anything resembling a rooster,”
He takes her hand and says, “Secondly. I want you to relax.
Let’s have a nice cup of tea, and then,” he said with a deep sigh ……….. .
“Let’s put all the Corn Flakes back in the box.”
A bit like the David Beckham jigsaw joke.
“Ere, Vicks, I’ve just finished that jigsaw you gave me for Christmas. Only took a month and the box said it would take three to five years .
That is the best one so far!
Roman Centurion walks into a bar, holds up 2 fingers and says “5 beers please”
Now for some from this century!
Please!
Mmm. That’s not as funny as the other ones.
They’re now British fish and they’re better and happier fish for it.”
Ree Smog had finally ‘jumped the shark’
An Englishman, an Irishman and a Scotsman go into a pub.
The barman says “Is this some kind of a joke?”
What’s Whitney Houston’s favourite type of coordination?
HAAAAND EEEEEEEEEEYYYYEEE!
Funny. Very.
A skeleton walks into a bar. The bartender says, “What can I get you?” The skeleton says, “I’ll have a beer. And a mop.”
Helvetica and Times New Roman walk into a bar.
“Get out!” shouts the barman, “We don’t serve your type!”
Gorilla walks into a bar and orders a pint. Barmaid hands him his pint and says “That’ll be ten pounds, please.”
The gorilla hands over a twenty pound note. The barmaid hands him his change and says “We don’t see many gorillas in here these days.”
The gorilla says “at ten quid a pint, I’m not bloody surprised.”
There’s more….the gorilla looks down the bar and sees another gorilla nursing a pint. On asking he discovers that gorilla had only paid £5 for their pint so our gorilla complains to the barmaid who says ‘Ah yes but that gorilla was here before this joke began.’
It’s 1944 – a painfully thin,, bald and exhausted man arrives in heaven wearing only the striped pyjamas issued by a Nazi concentration camp.
God says “you poor, poor man… please enter”.
Man (cheerfully) – “Actually, I’ll be honest – it wasn’t THAT bad ! Who needs food or a wife and family anyway? Am I right? You’ve got to laugh, haven’t you?”
God – “I don’t find it funny at all!”
Man – “Oh.” He pauses – his expression changes abruptly from jollity to a severe frown.
“I guess you had to be there…”
A man is walking down the road, totally skint & silently cursing his bad luck.
He notices something shiny catch his eye on the pavement, bends down to look & sees that it’s a £2 coin, he picks it up & thinks to himself this is my lucky day.
He goes into a newsagent & decides to buy a scratch card & unbelievably he wins £50.
Thinking to himself maybe my luck is turning, he decides to celebrate by having a drink.
In the pub he watches the fruit machine so he walks over to try his luck & he wins the £500 jackpot.
After a few more drinks he gets peckish he goes to the local curry house.
The waitress is an attractive young girl, dressed in a Sari style dress, hair up & a dark red bindi on her forehead.
She takes his order then says to him that he looks very happy, so he tells her about his run of good luck.
She says, play your cards right & you could get lucky with me.
He cannot believe what a lucky day he is having, he eats his food & they go to his place & shag themselves senseless.
They both nod off to sleep afterwards, he wakes first & as he looks at her he notices that the bindi on her forehead has lifted at the edge.
He gently gets his nail under it & pulls it away.
Underneath it says “You have won a car”…
That joke’s so dodgy that it’s one of my Dad’s favourite. (He doesn’t say “bindi” of course)
Genuinely sorry if it offended you, that was the last thing on my mind.
Don’t be daft. Dodgy is good enough for me
(see what I did there?)
And next tonight on The Comedians…
I said dodgy, not Dougie.
Oho!
What do you call a magician that’s lost his magic?
Ian
These days I’m having trouble distinguishing between ’80s music and ’90s music.
Can’t tell my A-Ha’s from my Elbow.
News just in that a truck full of copies of Roget’s Thesaurus has overturned on the M25, spilling it’s entire load.
Witnesses are reported to be stunned, startled, aghast, taken aback, stupefied, confused, shocked, rattled, paralysed, dazed, bewildered, mixed up, surprised, awed, dumfounded, nonplussed, flabbergasted, astounded, amazed, confounded, astonished, overwhelmed, horrified, numbed, speechless and perplexed.
I bought a cheap thesaurus, it was useless. Not only that, it was useless.
I like this joke very much.
I liked it in 1998.Still good now.
To which joke do you refer, Mo? I am amuse by Slug’s comment, which was new to me.
Wait. Fuck’s this? call THIS a hamper??
I think you started this thread in order to make this very joke.
No shit, Sherlock!
Reminds me of that carefully art-directed shot of Johnny Depp’s drug table.
The Afterword hampers aren’t what they used to be, are they?
The Afterword hampers aren’t what they used to be, are they?
I’ll tell Marcus Rashford on you tightwads.
Engineer jokes are much overlooked.
An electrical engineer, a mechanical engineer and an IT engineer are driving along in a car and it stalls and grinds to a halt.
The electrical engineer says ‘It’ll be the spark plugs’. He takes them out, cleans them with his wire brush but … no joy.
The mechanical engineer says ‘We’ve flooded the carburettor. Be patient. Let it drain for a few minutes, then try again.’ Na da.
The IT engineer says ‘Tell you what, let’s all get out of the car and get back in again and see whether it starts.’
Blacked out after “engineer jokes are much overlooked” …
An architect, an artist and an engineer are in the pub discussing relationships.
The architect says “I prefer to take a wife. A marriage is a firm foundation. What you build on it will last you a lifetime.”
“No” says the artist, “I prefer to take a mistress for the romance, the intrigue, the forbidden fruit.”
The engineer says, “I like to have a wife and a mistress. The wife thinks I’m with the mistress; the mistress things I’m with the wife; so I’m free to get down the plant and get some work done.”
Well, my sister-in-law appreciates it.
Does his sister-in-law work down the plant then?
A woman decides to have a face lift for her 50th birthday. She spends £15,000 and looks sensational.
On her way home, she stops at to buy a newspaper. Before leaving, she says to the assistant, ‘I hope you don’t mind my asking, but how old do you think I am?”.
‘About 32,’ is the reply.’
‘No! I’m exactly 50,’ the woman says happily.
A little while later she goes into McDonald’s and asks the counter girl the very same question.
The girl replies, ‘I’d say about 29.’‘No, I’m 50.’ the woman replies with a big smile.
Now she’s feeling really good about herself. She stops at a another shop on her way home. She goes up to the counter to and asks the assistant the same burning question. The assistant responds, ‘Oh, I’d say 30.’ Again she proudly responds, ‘I’m 50, but thank you!’
While waiting for the bus to go home, she asks an old man waiting next to her the same question.He replies, ‘Madam, I’m 78 and my eyesight is going. Although, when I was young there was a sure way to tell how old a woman was. It sounds very forward, but it requires you to let me put my hands under your bra Then, and only then I can tell you EXACTLY how old you are.’
They wait in silence on the empty street until her curiosity gets the better of her. She finally blurts out, ‘Oh bugger it, go on then”
He slips both of his hands under her blouse and begins to feel around very slowly and carefully. He bounces and weighs each breast and he gently pinches each nipple. He pushes her breasts together and rubs them against each other.
After a couple of minutes of this, she says, ‘Okay, okay…..How old am I?’
He completes one last squeeze of her breasts, removes his hands, and says, ‘Madam, you are 50.’
Stunned and amazed, the woman says, ‘That was incredible, how could you tell?’
‘I was behind you at McDonalds’.
Classic. Kudos
An elderly couple in church;
Wife: I’ve let out one of those silent farts, what do I do?
Husband: Change the battery in your hearing aid
It seems like only yesterday that I heard this.
The last time I had a hamper was for… a crap jokes thread.
Blackbeard the pirate’s morbidly obese parrot dropped down dead this morning.
That’s a weight off his shoulder.
Someone stole my anti-depressants. I hope they’re happy now.
How many conspiracy theorists does it take to change a lightbulb?
Do your own research.
*sniggering into multiple layers of fat*
There is no lightbulb, sheeple!!
Three conspiracy theorists walk into a bar. Yeah, as if that would ever happen.
How many psychiatrists does it take to change a lightbulb?
Only one, but the lightbulb must want to be changed…
How many counsellors does it take to change a lightbulb?
“And how does it feel to be in the dark?”
How many GPs does it take to change a lightbulb?
Two – one to Google it, the other to tell the lightbulb to lose weight.
I can offer you a telephone consultation a week on wednesday..
How many folk singers does it take to change a light buld?
5 1 to change it, the other 4 to sing in close harmony about how good the old one was
Q How many dead people does it take to change a light bulb?
A It’s definitely more than five, cos it’s still dark in my basement.
How many burnt out psychiatric nurses does it take to change a lightbulb? Five- one to change it and four to moan about all the changes happening in this place recently.
London Transport’s new high-speed passenger transit system between tube platforms has come under fire by critics since its launch yesterday. News just in is that The Queen has angrily declared the cost of the improvements disgusting, demanding the death penalty for those responsible.
Well, that escalated quickly.
A couple of mates are having a joint Chinese New Year and Burns Night party – a Chinese Burns party.
I didn’t want to go, but they twisted my arm
How many Thatcherites does it take to change a light bulb?
None. They sit in the dark and wait for the invisible hand of the market to change it for them.
Almost identically: A few years ago the local Conservative councillor put a leaflet through our door. He left the gate open. Mrs Moose remarked that he probably thinks that our gate can pull itself up by its bootstraps and damn well close itself.
I once bought a dog from a blacksmith. As soon as I got it home it made a bolt for the back door.
How did it smell?
The spider on the bread roll will get him.
How many unicyclists does it take to change a light bulb?
Just one.
How many surrealists does it take to change a light bulb?
Fish.
How many Afterworders does it take to change a light bulb?
Just one to hold the bulb while the world revolves around them.
I prefer the oil lamp. *sniff*
I met Captain Sensible the other day.
He has had legal IP problems over his recent solo work. Anything he does under the Captain Sensible name (or even with other people) is required to be officially credited to the band that first made his name.
BUT as a “quid pro quo” if there is anything done by the band without him, he gets royalties but he is required to publicise the songs along with the other band members.
So when I asked him if he’s going to record new stuff – he said he’s Damned if he does and Damned if he doesn’t!
*raises tear-stained face to heaven*
WHAT HAVE I DONE??
You know when you’re on the toilet and you realise there’s no bog paper, so you have to waddle off with your pants round your ankles to get a new roll?
I’m nearly at Tesco.
What is the difference between erotic & perverted?
Erotic is one sets about their loved one with a feather.
Perverted is using the whole chicken.
Perverted is when your loved one is a chicken……..
Dead or alive?
Asking for a fiend
Never let it be said any little ‘r’s came between us……
(Quite pleased with the layering in that, meta and mucky!)
“They go low, you go lower” – as Michelle Obama might have said
A mother and her young son are walking on the beach. Suddenly, a massive freak wave breaks over them and sweeps the little boy out to sea.
The mother’s beside herself. She falls to her knees and says, “Oh lord, please, I beg you, return my little boy to me, he’s all I’ve got in the world I swear, I’ll pray five times a day for the rest of my life, just please please let him be ok, I’ll do anything.”
There’s a minute of silence, and then another freak wave sweeps ashore and deposits the boy, alive and well, at his mother’s feet.
“Oh lord, thank you thank you thank you,” she cries. “But just one more thing: he had a hat.”
My friend stuffed a courgette down his swimming trunks before he went in the pool. He was beating the ladies off with a stick afterwards.
I went for a swim yesterday but, when I did the same, they all screamed and got out of the pool.
Apparently, you’re supposed to put it down the front of your trunks.
Are the pools open near you then? I would expect them to be closed because of the lockdown.
*blinks*
Allegorical jokes don’t really work at the moment, do they?
A man walks into a pub… no he didn’t.
There were these two blokes… one of them said “Mhfmfhmhff”. Six feet away the other one said “What?”… can’t keep this going, I’m off home
I’m starting a support group for the impotent.
Let me know if you can’t come.
Normally, I’d be all over that.
Moose, I think it’s time someone thanked you for all the enjoyment you’ve brought to the Flogrum over the years. You’ve worked tirelessly to add to the gaiety of nations, to raise the spirits of the huddled masses, to bring a smile to the sunken cheeks of the sorry diaspora of the Afterword, without thanks or even recognition. Few will understand the amount of skill and spunk that goes into an apparently tossed-off Moose comment, and that’s testament to your consummate professionalism. Your rollicking asides, tart rejoinders and humorous ejaculations have been the constant string through the pearl necklace that is the blog. So yes, Moose, it’s time that someone stood up and showered you with golden credit for your work here. Perhaps Salwarpe will be moved to pen a graceful encomium in your honour? (I can’t be arsed, myself).
I think you’ve said enough, Aitch Pee
Really, you make me so proud. Here, look.
Cometh the hour, moocheth the Moose,
Swatting the balls no matter how loose.
Pleasing the members, no matter how louche,
Still erect, our cheery and chucklesome Mooche!
Why, Mike … that’s … *snurfle* … beautiful!
Really, this is too much, I’m quite overcome. Fetch a cloth.
I went to a fancy dress party last week as a smurf. I wanted to do it properly so hired a professional consultant. The costume she provided was excellent but when I asked about makeup she said it wasn’t necessary and really didn’t matter. I disagreed strongly and, eventually, I got my way.
That’s right ladies and gentlemen – I argued until I was blue in the face.
This news story about stray dogs with brightly coloured fur appearing all over Russia brings to mind something that’s been happening for a long time in the far north of Canada.
For tourism reasons, local authorities have been capturing brown bears and dyeing the fur white. Half the residents think this is appalling and the other half think it’s a great idea.
It’s a polarising issue.
https://www.bbc.com/news/world-europe-56129464
You do insist on seeing these things in black and white.