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» World's Sickest Joke
A nice little racist joke - but not in the way that you think...
An Englishman, Welshman and West Indian are in hospital, waiting for their wives to give birth. There is quite a bit of pacing up and down when the nurse comes out and happily announces that they are all fathers of bouncing baby boys.
"There's just one problem" she says. "Because they were all born at the same time we got the tags mixed up and we don’t know which baby belongs to whom. Would you, as their fathers, mind coming to identify them?" The men agree and walk into the delivery room and look at the babies.
Immediately the Englishman stoops down and picks up the black baby. "Yes, this is definietly my baby" he says confidently.
"Um, excuse me" says the West Indian "but I think it's fairly obvious that this is my son"
The Englishman pulls him aside and says "I see where you're coming from mate but one of these babies is Welsh and I'm not prepared to take the risk"
(Wed 21st Dec 2005, 8:51, More)
A nice little racist joke - but not in the way that you think...
An Englishman, Welshman and West Indian are in hospital, waiting for their wives to give birth. There is quite a bit of pacing up and down when the nurse comes out and happily announces that they are all fathers of bouncing baby boys.
"There's just one problem" she says. "Because they were all born at the same time we got the tags mixed up and we don’t know which baby belongs to whom. Would you, as their fathers, mind coming to identify them?" The men agree and walk into the delivery room and look at the babies.
Immediately the Englishman stoops down and picks up the black baby. "Yes, this is definietly my baby" he says confidently.
"Um, excuse me" says the West Indian "but I think it's fairly obvious that this is my son"
The Englishman pulls him aside and says "I see where you're coming from mate but one of these babies is Welsh and I'm not prepared to take the risk"
(Wed 21st Dec 2005, 8:51, More)
» World's Sickest Joke
Spot the difference
What's the difference between my slippers and the Queen Mother's rotting face?
I haven't just cum in my slippers...
(Thu 22nd Dec 2005, 8:54, More)
Spot the difference
What's the difference between my slippers and the Queen Mother's rotting face?
I haven't just cum in my slippers...
(Thu 22nd Dec 2005, 8:54, More)
» World's Sickest Joke
A little obvious
Whats brown and furry on the outside, soft moist and tastes good on the inside, begins with "C" and with "T", and have a "U" and an "N" in it?
A CUNT!
Woo-hoo!
(Tue 20th Dec 2005, 12:48, More)
A little obvious
Whats brown and furry on the outside, soft moist and tastes good on the inside, begins with "C" and with "T", and have a "U" and an "N" in it?
A CUNT!
Woo-hoo!
(Tue 20th Dec 2005, 12:48, More)
» World's Sickest Joke
Always goes down well at Christmas dinner
Knock knock!
Who's there?
Cancer!
(Tue 20th Dec 2005, 11:13, More)
Always goes down well at Christmas dinner
Knock knock!
Who's there?
Cancer!
(Tue 20th Dec 2005, 11:13, More)
» It's not me, it's the drugs talking
It seemed to make sense at the time
A couple of years ago my Saffa flatemate moved to France and he left me what remained of his stash - one morning after coming off a night shift I decided to kick back in the garden and chain-smoke four joints.
Eight hours later I woke up and decided to text an ex of mine to tell her she had a fantastic arse. It was only on re-reading the message did I discover that the words were all in the wrong order.
As I recall, I celebrated by whacking off to the memory of said botty.
(Tue 20th Dec 2005, 10:57, More)
It seemed to make sense at the time
A couple of years ago my Saffa flatemate moved to France and he left me what remained of his stash - one morning after coming off a night shift I decided to kick back in the garden and chain-smoke four joints.
Eight hours later I woke up and decided to text an ex of mine to tell her she had a fantastic arse. It was only on re-reading the message did I discover that the words were all in the wrong order.
As I recall, I celebrated by whacking off to the memory of said botty.
(Tue 20th Dec 2005, 10:57, More)