Friday, 22 August 2014

Bedlam Humour: The Pervert

Bedlam Humour

Joyce Critchlow has sent another joke
Telephone rings, woman answers.
Pervert, breathing heavily, says,"I bet you have a tight arse with no hair"

Woman replies, "Yes, I have. He's watching the football. Who shall I say is calling?"

Wednesday, 20 August 2014

Ice Water Challenge

Wasting Water

Okay silly celebs. Now you've had your fun and gained a gazillion exposures on your favourite media outlet to show the world how much you care.....

Now have a thought about what wasting water on silly pranks means to people who live without clean, fresh water.

Think about Africa..... No... don't even go so far... think about Spain.

The amount you squander in a stupid prank that only brings exposure to YOU, would actually save lives in places where water is precious. Water is a commodity we cannot survive without, yet you treat it like a throw-away item. Try doing without for a few days before you think about throwing it away....


Monday, 4 August 2014

The Hillbilly Farmer

This is yet another joke from Joyce Critchlow.

An old hillbilly farmer had a wife who nagged unmercifully. From morning 'til night she complained. The only time he found relief was out ploughing with his old mule. He ploughed a lot.

One day, when he was ploughing, his wife brought him lunch in the field. He drove the old mule into the shade, sat down on a stump, and began to eat his lunch. Immediately, his wife began nagging. Complain, nag, complain, nag - it just went on and on.

All of a sudden, the old mule lashed out with both hind feet, caught her smack in the back of the head. Killed her dead on the spot.

At the funeral several days later, the minister noticed something rather odd. When a woman mourner would approach the old farmer, he would listen for a minute, then nod his head in agreement; but when a man mourner approached him, he would listen for a minute, then shake his head in disagreement. This was so consistent, the minister decided to ask the old farmer about it.

So after the funeral, the minister spoke to the old farmer, and asked him why he nodded his head and agreed with the women, but always shook his head and disagreed with all the men. 
The old farmer said, 'Well, the women would come up and say something about how nice my wife looked, or how pretty her dress was, so I'd nod my head in agreement.'

'And what about the men?' the minister asked.

'They wanted to know if the mule was for sale.'