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Apologies in advance to Tone, just wanted to post my fave joke and hadn't seen it done

A man walks into a bar and orders a pint of Scotch.

The barman is concerned and asks whats up.

The man replies "I got home early and found my wife shagging my best friend"

"Bloody hell, what did you say to him?" says the barman.

"Well, all I could think of was 'Down Boy! BAD DOG!'"

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Welcome aboard China you can post anytime you like.

In the meantime:

old pervert goes in to a Lift/Elevator where there is a young girl standing .

He says, can I smell your private parts?

She says, indeed you can not!

He says, well it must be your feet!

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Big guy gets onto the London underground and ends up pressed up against a gorgeous blond. After about 3 minutes she looks at him and says "something in your pockets is sticking into me"

He replies "it must be my wage packet",

She retorts "if it is you've had a rise since Charing Cross mate".

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Cherie Blair is touring the countryside in a chauffeur-driven car.

Suddenly, a cow jumps out into the road, they hit it full on and the car comes to a stop.

Cherie, in her usual charming manner, says to the chauffeur: 'You get out and check - you were driving. '

The chauffeur gets out, checks and reports that the animal is dead.

'You were driving; go and tell the farmer, 'says Cherie.

Five hours later, the chauffeur returns totally plastered, hair ruffled with a big grin on his face.

My god, what happened to you? 'asks Cherie.

The chauffeur replies: ' When I got there, the farmer opened his best bottle of malt whisky, the wife gave me a slap-up meal and the daughter made love to me. '

'What on earth did you say? 'asks Cherie.

I knocked on the door, and when it was answered,

I said to them: ' I'm Cherie Blair's chauffeur and I've just killed the cow.'

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A young monk arrives at the monastery.

He is assigned to helping the other monks in copying the old canons and laws of the church by hand.

He notices, however, that all of the monks are copying from copies, not from the original manuscript.

So, the new monk goes to the Old Abbot to question this, pointing out that if someone made even a small error in the first copy, it would never be picked up! In fact, that error would be continued in all of the subsequent copies.

The head monk, says, "We have been copying from the copies for centuries, but you make a good point, my son."

He goes down into the dark caves underneath the monastery where the original manuscripts are held as archives in a locked vault, that hasn't been opened for hundreds of years. Hours go by and nobody sees the Old Abbot.

So, the young monk gets worried and goes down to look for him. He sees him banging his head against the wall and wailing:-

"We missed the R!; We missed the R!;

We missed the bloody R ... AND we got one letter wrong!

His forehead is all bloody and bruised and he is crying uncontrollably.

The young monk asks the old abbot, "What's wrong, father?"

With a choking voice, the old Abbot replies,

"The word was ...

. . .. CELEBRATE!"

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A man bumps into a woman in the lobby of a hotel

and as he does his elbow goes into her breast.

They are both quite startled.

The man turns to her and says Ma'am 'if your heart is

as soft as your breast, I know you'll forgive me'.

She replies, 'if your penis is as hard as your elbow, I'm in room 221'.

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I surprised old wifey with a poem today.

"Shall I compare thee to a Summer's Day?" I began.

"Awww. Go on then!" she winked.

"OK" I replied. "You're dull and miserable."

or alternatively, for those of an even more romantic disposition:

Shall I compare thee to a Summer's Day

or whack it up there straight away?

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There was a competition to cross the English Channel doing only the breaststroke, and the three women who entered the race were named Emily, Maggie and Rose.

After approximately 14 hours, Emily staggered up on the shore and was declared the fastest. About 40 minutes later, Maggie crawled up on the shore and was declared the second place finisher.

Nearly 4 hours after that, Rose finally came ashore and promptly collapsed in front of the worried onlookers.

When the reporters asked why it took her so long to complete the race, she replied, 'I don't want to sound like I'm a sore loser, but I think those two other girls were using their arms.'

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I went to see a psychiatrist about my obsession with sex.

He said, "Tony, I'm going to show you a picture. Tell me the first words that come into your head."

I said, "Tits, pussy and arse."

He said, "Let me get the picture out first"

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My pet mouse Elvis died yesterday.

He was caught in a trap.

I have a few issues with this Tone. How do you succesfully keep a mouse as a pet? In a cage I presume, with your guinea pigs. Which makes me wonder why, in the house that you've left your cherished little mouse to live, are you leaving a contraption specifically used to exterminate rodents?

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A small church had an attractive organist whose breasts were so large that they bounced and jiggled while she played the organ.

Unfortunately, this distracted the congregation.

The very proper church ladies were appalled. They said something had to be done or they would fire this one and get another organist.

One of the ladies approached her about the problem, and told her to mash up some green persimmons and rub them over her breasts, which should cause them to shrink in size.

She warned her not to taste any of the green persimmons, because they are so sour they will make your mouth pucker up, and you won't be able to talk properly for a while.

The voluptuous organist agreed to try it.

The following Sunday morning the minister walked up to the pulpit and said...

"Dew to thircumsthanthis bewond my contwol, we will not hab a thermon tewday."

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