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Smilehullet

Vi fortsetter å sette av en side til smil og latter (i tilfelle det skulle bli lite av det kommende sesong J). Som i forrige nummer beholder vi vitsene på originalspråket, da holder de seg best. Har du bidrag til denne siden er jeg som vanlig takknemlig for å høre fra deg.

Scummer hos St. Peter

A  scummer  appears before the pearly gates. "Have you ever done anything of particular merit?" St. Peter asks. 

"Well, I can think of one thing...." the man offers.


"Once, I came upon a gang of high-testosterone  Pompey fans  who were  gobbing off to a load of scummy types. I walked over to the biggest one told him that Pompey are shite and won't win a game all next year, I ripped his scarf and tried to nut him.


St. Peter was  unimpressed. "When did this happen?"
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"Couple of minutes ago."

På skolebenken

Little Johnny was in his nursery class one day when the teacher asked the children what their fathers did for a living.

All the usual answers came up... fireman, salesman, accountant etc. But little Johnny was unusually quiet, so the teacher said "And what does your dad do Johnny?"

 
"Well Miss, he's an exotic dancer in a gay cabaret and he takes all his clothes off in front of other men. Sometimes, if the offer's really good, he goes down the alley with some fag and takes it up the a***."

The teacher was clearly shocked so she gave the rest of the class some work to do and took Johnny to one side.


"Is that really true about your Dad?" she said.

"No Miss" said Johnny "he plays football for Scumhampton but I was too embarrassed to say".