Dogging
I have just walked past a pub called the Dog Inn. I can’t imagine the shenanigans that go on in their car park.
I just rang the emergency services and said, “There’s just been an explosion at the prosthetic limb factory where I work.” They asked, “Is it bad, sir?” I said, “Don’t worry, it looks a lot worse than it is.”
I have got two friends called William Hill. What are the odds?
I came a long way in therapy with my weird obsession of using shapes and numbers, but yesterday I slipped up. Now I am back to square one.
My friend said he has got a new job, but all he does is sit at a computer all day every day. Is that I.T?
I rather enjoy breakdancing. It is just a shame it never leaves me any time to eat my lunch.
I was just about to buy a new roll of black-bin bags, then I thought, what’s the point? All I seem to do is throw them away.
My daughter wanted a rocking horse for her birthday but I could only find one that sings pop.
They say that there is a bullet out there with your name on it. That is why I have lived my whole life in fear, because my surname is Armour-Piercing.
I have just witnessed an argument between a shirt and a V-neck. It was top banter.