Jokes

Psychologist: “What is the trouble?”

Patient: “It’s my memory.”

Psychologist: “And when did this trouble start?”

Patient: “What trouble?”

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There’s nothing Ricky Steenkamp liked more than to fuck, shoot and drink. His Jeep was his home. It had to be, he was kicked out of the other.

No offense to English women,I am not stereotyping.
I am English

Please tell me you get it!?

The old lady wears tube socks,
That stick out from scuffed black boots

More jokes...........

Tale of two cities ?

Girlfriend trouble.............

A bit of tree plantin'.

Those terrible grey hairs.

A cheeky fullback ?

All that posh french.....?

Someone told me you can't end every line in a poem with the same sound. Why not? Thought I, so I gave it a try.

A poem drawing a fairly reasonable comparison between Bins and Brains.

I thought it was pretty clever of me at the time!

Poetry at it's least refined I suppose.

It's a poem ostensibly about my family, though in very unflattering terms!

Written this morning in response to a Poetry Comment "contest" at YouTube.

Don't fink it's done bin posted dare 'cause dem's all itchificated 'bout punctuation.

From the word go, he is absolutely, “screaming”,
Rolling his tongue, the tut in his pun, more fun,
As if spirited from a deep dark cave,
Now his nose wrinkles as his audience raves,

Seb:
'there are nine million bicycles in Beijing' is s rubbish song

how does she know? has she counted?

what if it's 8,999,999?

or 9,000,001?

and who cares anyhow?

So he could sizzle,
Amazing the audience with one glittering glide,
Mesmerized by the toe-tapping trail blazer,
Making a clear impression of Cary Grant,

Girl, it so good to bounce up with you,
Usually we bat eyelids,
You should buzz me,
And if my cell phone crackles,
Never click off,
A peep, peep sound, then shout me or