The missing kitchen sink plug.
Nearest and dearest asks" Have you seen the plug for the kitchen sink".
I reply " Not lately, Use the plug from the shower".
"Strange" she Say's" I always leave it in the same place".
"OK" Say's I, "The dog next door ate it".
"How could that happen ".
I then told her "Every time our new neighbours go out their dog starts
barking on and off, more on than off , so I looked for something to
shut it up ".
"Cant see it eating a plastic or rubber plug Say's she".
"Why not said I, the dog couldn't resist it'.
"Why is that she asks".
"Well I covered the plug with chicken fat and skin from the leftovers in
the fridge, so I reckon the dog will be farting more than barking for a while."
Stop worrying dog lovers. Took a decko over the fence and saw dog gnawing
on the plug. Must buy more plugs.
He who does not hope to win has already lost...Vest.. Back soon.
I reply " Not lately, Use the plug from the shower".
"Strange" she Say's" I always leave it in the same place".
"OK" Say's I, "The dog next door ate it".
"How could that happen ".
I then told her "Every time our new neighbours go out their dog starts
barking on and off, more on than off , so I looked for something to
shut it up ".
"Cant see it eating a plastic or rubber plug Say's she".
"Why not said I, the dog couldn't resist it'.
"Why is that she asks".
"Well I covered the plug with chicken fat and skin from the leftovers in
the fridge, so I reckon the dog will be farting more than barking for a while."
Stop worrying dog lovers. Took a decko over the fence and saw dog gnawing
on the plug. Must buy more plugs.
He who does not hope to win has already lost...Vest.. Back soon.
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fail to exercise discretion and think the world needs to know their
business?
When you have endured as much as you can stand, you can now get you own
back!!!
After a busy day he settled down in his train from Waterloo for a nap
as far as his destination at Winchester, when the chap sitting near him
hauled out his mobile and started up:-
"Hi darling it's Peter, I'm on the train - yes, I know it's the 6.30
not the 4.30 but I had a long meeting - no, not with that floozie from
the typing pool, with the boss no darling you're the only one in my
life - yes, I'm sure, cross my heart" etc., etc.
This was still going on at Wimbledon, when the young woman opposite,
driven beyond endurance, yelled at the top of her voice, "Hey, Peter,
turn that bloody phone off and come back to bed!!"
Tell your Bro to give me a call sometime. trip to U/K this year doubtful. medical probs taking over.
Um, well, that's the poet's version.
Seems to me that most animals just spurt sperm - and hope fer the best.