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The Oxfordshire Real
Estate Golf Society
These jokes are poor and not politically correct.
A
guy out on the golf course takes a high
speed ball right in the
crotch. Writhing in agony, he falls to the
ground.
As soon as he can manage, he takes himself to the doctor.
He said "How bad is it doc? I'm going on my
honeymoon next week, and my fiancée is still a
virgin - in every way."
The doctor told him, "I'll have to put your
Willie in a splint to let it heal and keep it straight.
It should be okay
next week."
He took four tongue depressors and formed a
neat little 4-sided splint, and taped it all
together ... an impressive work of art.
The guy mentions none of this to his girl,
marries her, and goes on their honeymoon.
That night in the motel room, she rips open
her blouse to reveal her beautiful breasts.
She
said, "You're the first; no one has EVER touched these."
He immediately drops his pants and replies,
"Look at this .... still in the CRATE!"
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A father, son and grandson went to the
country club for their weekly round of golf.
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Just as they
reached the first tee, a beautiful young blonde woman
carrying her bag of clubs approached them. She explained that
the member who brought her to the club for a round of golf
had an emergency that called him away and asked the trio
whether she can join them.
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Naturally, the
guys all agreed.
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Smiling, the
blonde thanked them and said:
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"Look, fellows,
I work in a topless bar as a dancer, so nothing shocks me
anymore. If any of you want to smoke cigars, have a beer,
bet, swear, tell off-colour stories or do anything that you
normally do when playing a round together, go ahead.
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But I enjoy
playing golf and consider myself pretty good at it, so don't
try to coach me on how to play my shots."
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With that the
guys agreed to relax and invited her to drive first.
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All eyes were
fastened on her shapely behind as she bent to place her ball
on the tee. She then took her driver and hit the ball 270
yards down the middle, right in front of the green.
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The father's
mouth was agape. "That was beautiful," he said. The blonde
put her driver away and said, "I really didn't get into it,
and I faded it a little."
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After the three
guys hit their drives and their second shots, the blonde took
out an eight iron and lofted the ball to within five feet of
the hole (She was closest to the pin.) The son said, "Damn,
lady, you played that perfectly."
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The blonde
frowned and said, "It was a little weak, but even an easy
seven would have been too much club. I've left a tricky
little putt."
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She then tapped
in the five-footer for a birdie.
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Having the
honors, she drove first on the second hole,knocked the hell
out of the ball, and it landed nearly 300 yards away smack in
the middle of the fairway.
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For the rest of
the round the statuesque blonde continued to amaze the guys,
quietly and methodically shooting for par or less on every
hole.
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When they
arrived at the 18th green, the blonde was three under par,
and had a very nasty 12-foot putt on an undulating green for
a par. She turned to the three guys and said, "I really want
to thank you all for not acting like a bunch of chauvinists
and telling me what club to use or how to play a shot, but I
need this putt for a 69 and I'd really like to break 70 on
this course. If any one of you can tell me how to make par on
this hole, I'll take him back to my apartment, pour him some
35-year-old Single Malt Glenlivet, fix him a steak dinner and
then show him a very good time the rest of the night.
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The son jumped
at the thought! He strolled across the green, carefully
eyeing the line of the putt and finally said, "Honey, aim
about 6 inches to the right of the hole and hit it firm. It
will get over that little hump and break right into the cup."
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The father
knelt down and sighted the putt using his putter as a plumb.
"Don't listen to the kid, darlin', you want to hit it softly
10 inches to the right and let it run left down that little
bump, so it falls into the cup."
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The old
grey-haired grandfather walked over to the blonde's ball,
picked it up and handed it to her and said, "That's a gimme,
sweetheart."
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The blonde
smiled and said, "Your car or mine?"
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Bedroom Golf
* Each
player shall furnish his own equipment, normally one club and two
balls.
* Playing on a course must be approved by the owner of the hole.
* Unlike outdoor golf, the object is to get the club in the hole and
keep the balls out of the hole.
* For most effective play, the club should have a firm shaft. Course
owners are permitted to check shaft stiffness before play begins
* Course owners reserve the right to restrict the length of the club
to avoid damage to the hole.
* The object of the game is take as many strokes as necessary until
the course owner is satisfied that play is complete. Failure to do so
may result in being denied permission to play the course again.
* It is considered bad form to begin playing the hole immediately
upon arrival at the course. The experienced player will take time to
admire the course, with special attention to the well-formed bunkers.
* Players are cautioned not to mention other courses they have played
on or are currently playing.
* Players are encouraged to have proper rain gear along, just in
case.
* Players should assure themselves that their match has been properly
scheduled, particularly when a new course is being played for the
first time. Previous players have been known to become irate if they
discover someone else playing what they consider to be a private
course.
* Players should not assume a course is in shape for play at all
times. Some players may be embarrassed if they find the course to be
temporarily under repair. Players are advised to be extremely tactful
in this situation. More advanced players will find alternate means of
play when this is the case.
* Players are advised to obtain the course owner's permission before
attempting to play the back nine.
* Slow play is encouraged; however, players should be prepared to
proceed at a quicker pace, at least temporarily, at the owner's
request.
* It is considered outstanding performance, time permitting, to play
the same hole several times in one match.
* The course owner will be the sole judge of who is the best player.
* Players are advised to think twice before considering membership at
a given course. Additional assessments may be levied by the course
owner and the rules are subject to change without notice. For this
reason, many players prefer to continue to play several different
courses.

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OGRES
An Irishman
walks into a bar in Dublin, orders three pints of Guinness and sits
in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn.
When he finished all three, he comes back to the bar and orders three
more
The bartender says to him, "You know, a pint goes flat after I draw
it; it would taste better if you bought one at a time."
The Irishman replies, "Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is in
America, the other in Australia, and I'm here in Dublin. When we all
left home,
we promised that we'd drink this way to remember the days we all
drank together."
The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it there.
The Irishman becomes a regular in the bar and always drinks the
sameway:
he orders three pints and drinks the three pints by taking drinks
from each of them in turn.
One day, he comes in and orders two pints. All the other regulars in
the bar notice and fall silent.
When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender
says, "I don't want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer
my condolences on your great loss."
The Irishman looks confused for a while, then it dawns on him and he
laughs. "Oh, no," he says, "Everyone is fine. It's me......I've quit
drinking!"
One day, a man came home and was greeted by his wife dressed in a
very sexy nightie.
"Tie me up," she purred, "and you can do anything you want."
So he tied her up and went golfing.
A woman came home, screeching her car into the driveway, and ran into
the house. She slammed the door and shouted at the top of her lungs,
"Pack your bags love. I won the lottery!"
The husband said, "Oh my God! What should I pack, beach stuff or
mountain stuff?"
"Doesn't matter," she said. "Just get out."
A Polish immigrant went to the DVLA to apply for a driver's license.
First, he had to take an eye sight test.
The optician showed him a card with the letters: 'C Z W I X N O S T A
C Z.'
"Can you read this?" the optician asked.
"Read it?" the Polish guy replied, "I know the guy."
Mother Superior called all the nuns together and said to them:
"I must tell you all something. We have a case of gonorrhea in the
convent."
"Thank God," said an elderly nun at the back.
"I'm so tired of chardonnay."
A Scouser walks into the local jobcentre office, marches straight up
to the counter and says, "Hi... You know, I just HATE claiming dole.
I'd really rather have a job."
The civil servant behind the counter says, "Your timing is excellent!
We just got a job opening from a very wealthy old man who wants a
chauffeur and bodyguard for his beautiful nymphomaniac daughter.
You'll have to drive around in his Mercedes, but he'll supply all of
your clothes. Because of the long hours, meals will be provided.
You'll be expected to escort her on her overseas holiday trips. You
will have to satisfy her sexual urges. You'll be provided a
two-bedroom apartment above the garage. The starting salary is
£200,000 a year."
The scouser wide eyed, says, "You're bull****in' me!"
The civil servant says, "Yeah, well... you started it."
This blonde decides one day that she is sick
and tired of all these blonde jokes and how all blondes are perceived
as stupid.
So, she decides to show her husband that blondes really are smart.
While her husband is off at work, she decides
that she is going to paint a couple of rooms in the house.
The next day, right after her husband leaves
for work, she gets down to the task at hand. Her husband arrives home
at 5:30 and smells the distinctive smell of paint. He walks into the
living room and finds his wife lying on the floor in a pool of sweat.
He notices that she is wearing a heavy parka and a leather jacket at
the same time.
He goes over and asks her if she is OK. She replies yes. He asks what
she is doing and she replies that she wanted to prove to him that not
all blonde women are dumb, and she wanted to do it, by painting the
house.
He then asks her why she has a parka over her
leather jacket. She replied that she was reading the directions on
the paint can and it said . . .
"FOR BEST RESULTS, PUT ON TWO COATS"
A man walks into a restaurant with a full-grown ostrich behind him.
The waitress asks for their orders.
The man says, "A hamburger, fries and a coke," and turns to the
ostrich,
"What's yours?"
"I'll have the same," says the ostrich.
A short time later the waitress returns with the order.
"That will be £9.40 please," she says and the man reaches into his
pocket and pulls out the exact amount for payment.
The next day, the man and the ostrich come again and the man says, "A
hamburger, fries, and a coke."
The ostrich says, "I'll have the same."
Again the man reaches into his pocket and pays with exact amount.
For a while this becomes routine until the two enter again later in
the week. "The usual?" asks the waitress.
"No, this time it's a treat, so I will have a steak, baked potato,
and salad," says the man.
" Yep! Same," says the ostrich.
Shortly the waitress brings the order and says, "That will be
£32.62."
Once again the man pulls the exact amount out of his pocket and
places it on the table.
The waitress can't hold back her curiosity any longer. "Excuse me,
sir. How do you manage to always come up with the exact money from
your pocket every time?"
"Well," says the man, "several years ago I was clearing the attic and
found an old lamp. When I rubbed it a Genie appeared and offered me
two wishes.
My first wish was that if I ever had to pay for anything, I would
just put my hand in my pocket and the right amount of money would
always be there."
"That's brilliant!" says the waitress. "Most people would wish for a
couple of million pounds or something, but you'll always be as rich
as you want for as long as you live!"
"That's right. Whether it's a pint of milk or a Rolls Royce, the
exact money is always there," says the man.
The waitress asks, "But, sir, what's with the ostrich?"
The man sighs, pauses, and replies, "My second wish was for a tall
bird with a big arse and long legs who agrees with everything I say."
The Pope
After getting all of Pope John Paul's luggage loaded into the limo, the driver notices that the Pope is still standing on the curb.
"Excuse me, Your Holiness," says the driver, "Would you please take your seat so we can leave?"
"Well, to tell you the truth," says the Pope, "they never let me
drive at the Vatican, and I'd really like to drive today.
"I'm sorry but I cannot let you do that. I'd lose my job! And what
if something should happen?" protests the driver, wishing he'd never
gone to work that morning.
"There might be something extra in it for you," says the pope.
Reluctantly, the driver gets in the back as the Pope climbs in
behind the wheel.
The driver quickly regrets his decision when, after exiting the airport, the Pontiff floors it, accelerating the limo to 105 mph.
"Please slow down, Your Holiness!!!" pleads the worried driver, but the Pope keeps the pedal to the metal until they hear sirens. "Oh, dear God, I'm gonna lose my license," moans the driver.
The Pope pulls over and rolls down the window as the cop
approaches, but the cop takes one look at him, goes back to his motorcycle, and
gets on the radio.
"I need to talk to the Chief," he says to the dispatcher.
The Chief gets on the radio and the cop tells him that he's stopped
a limo going a hundred and five.
"So bust him," says the Chief.
"I don't think we want to do that, he's really important," said the cop.
The Chief exclaimed," All the more reason!"
"No, I mean really important," said the cop.
The Chief then asked, "Who ya got there, the Mayor?"
Cop: "Bigger."
Chief: "Governor?"
Cop: "Bigger."
"Well," said the Chief, "Who is it?"
Cop: "I think it's God!"
Chief "What makes you think it's God?"
Cop: "He's sitting in the back with The Pope driving!"
Did you know - Mark Shirley thought he was a great lover
- until
he found out his wife had asthma!
More
jokes from the Peter Kay look-alike:
My Dear
Wife,
You will
surely understand that I have certain needs
that you
with your 54-year-old body can no longer supply. However, I
am very
happy with you and I value you as a good wife.
Therefore,
after reading this letter, I hope that you
will not
wrongly interpret the fact I will be spending the evening with
my
18-year-old secretary at the Comfort Inn Hotel. Please don't be
perturbed,
I shall be
back home before midnight.
When the
man came home, he found the following letter on the
dining room
table:
My Dear
Husband,
I received
your letter and thank you for your honesty.
I would
like to take this opportunity to remind you that you
are also 54
years old.
At the same
time, I would like to inform you that while you are reading this, I
will be at the Hotel Fiesta with Michael, my tennis coach, who, like
your secretary, also is 18.
As a
successful businessman and with your excellent knowledge
of maths,
you will understand that we are in the same situation,
although
with one small difference: 18 goes into 54 a lot more times
than 54
goes into 18. Therefore, I will not be back until lunchtime tomorrow.
Pregnant Irish
girl phones home:
“Mam, oi tink mi
waters hav broke!”
Mam says, “Oh mi
holy jaysus, where are ya ringing from?”
“Oim ringin from
mi minge to mi ankles Ma!”
1.
Psychiatric Hotline.
Is this the future for Psychiatric Medicine?
“Ring” “Ring” Ring”
“Click”
Voice Recording:-
“Hello. Welcome to the Psychiatric Hotline!”
“If you are obsessive-compulsive, please press ! repeatedly”.
“If you are co-dependent, please ask someone to press 2”
“If you have multiple personalities, please press 3, 4, 5 and 6”
“If you are paranoid-delusional, we know who you are and what you
want. Just stay on the line until we can trace the call”.
“If you are schizophrenic, listen very carefully and a little voice
will tell you which number to press”.
“If you are manic-depressive, it doesn't matter which number you
press. No one will answer”.
“Thank you for calling the Psychiatric
Hotline. Have a nice day”.
Man gets up one
morning to see his wife over the stove. He peeks into the pan and
sees one of his socks.
“What are you
doing?” he asks.
“Exactly what you
asked me when you came home drunk last night!” “You asked me to
cook your sock!”
Foulkes catches a very tasty young
lady giving him the eye whilst in the Wine Aisle at Tesco.
"Do I know you," he asks.
"Aren't you the Father of one of my
children?" she suggested.
Fuck, thinks Foulkes and casts his
mind back to the only time he was ever unfaithful and nervously
asks, "Were you the hooker that I fucked over the snooker table at
my stag do, while your friend spanked me with a piece of wet
celery, whilst shoving that huge cucumber up my arse?"
"No,"
she replies, "I'm your sons Teacher!"
A
poll was taken, asking men what they enjoyed most about a Blow Job.
5%
said the sense of domination and
80% said the peace and quiet.
Two old men sitting in the retirement home.
"I'm full of aches and pains," says Bert to Alf. "How do you
feel?"
"Like a new born baby, Bert" says Alf.
"A
new born baby?" says Bert
"Yes," says Alf. "No hair, no teeth and I've just shit myself"
The Geography of a Woman
-Between the ages of 18 - 21 a woman is like Africa or Australia.
She is half discovered, half wild and naturally beautiful with
bushland around the fertile deltas.
-Between the ages of 21 - 30 a woman is like America or Japan.
Completely discovered, very well developed and open to trade
especially with countries with cash or cars.
-Between the ages of 30 - 35, she is like India or Spain. Very hot,
relaxed and convinced of its own beauty.
-Between the ages of 35 - 40 a woman is like France or Argentina.
She may have been half destroyed during the war but can still be a
warm and desirable place to visit.
-Between the ages of 40 - 50 she is like Yugoslavia or Iraq. She
lost the war and is haunted by past mistakes. Massive
reconstruction is now necessary.
-Between the ages of 50 - 60 she is like Russia or Canada. Very
wide, quiet and the borders are practically unpatrolled but the
frigid climate keeps people away.
-Between the ages of 60 - 70 a woman is like England or Mongolia.
With a glorious and all conquering past but alas no future.
-After 70, they become Albania or
Afghanistan. Everyone knows where it is, but no one wants to go
there.
The Geography of a Man
-Between the ages of 15 - 70 a man is like Zimbabwe - ruled by a
dick.
Be very careful with your software!
......
A friend is
having trouble with his system. Last year he upgraded to Girlfriend
1.0 from Drinking Mates 4.2 which he`d used for years without
trouble. However, apparently there are conflicts between these two
systems, the only solution was to try and run Girlfriend 1.0 with
the sound turned off. But to make matters worse, Girlfriend 1.0 is
incompatible with several other applications, such as Lads` Night
Out 3.1, Golf 2 and Playboy 6.0.
Successive versions of Girlfriend proved no better, Girlfriend 3.0
has many bugs and left a virus in his system, forcing him to shut
down completely for several weeks. Eventually he tried installing
Girlfriend 2.1 as well as Girlfriend 1.0 only to discover that when
these two systems detected each other they caused severe damage to
all his hardware.
Sensing a way out, he upgraded to Fiance 1.0 only to discover, to
his dismay, that this system requires rapid upgrading to Wife 1.0.
However, whilst Wife 1.0 uses up all available resources it does
come bundled with FreeSexPlus and Cleanhouse 2000. But imagine my
friend`s disappointment on discovering Wife 1.0 can be unstable and
costly to maintain, any mistakes he makes are automatically stored
in Wife 1.0 Hardrive and can not be deleted. They then re-surface
months later. Wife 1.0 also has an automatic InterDiary Explorer
and E-mail Porn Filter. Wife 1.0 also automatically runs PhotoStrop
and WINGEzip and no option on the Help menu seems to work, leaving
him to try and GUESS the fault himself.
The system footprint needs updating regularly requiring Shoeshop
Browser Pro for new attachments - Hairstyle Express needs to be
reinstalled every week.
It also refused some of the new games and attachments he wanted to
try, stating they are an illegal operation. When Wife 1.0 attaches
itself to Lotus Car 1.0 it often crashes or runs the system dry.
Wife 1.0 also has an annoying pop-up called Mother-in-law, which
can`t be turned off.
Recently he`s been tempted to try Mistress 2000 add-on, but there
could be problems. If Wife 1.0 detects the presence of Mistress
2000, it will delete all MS Money files before un-installing
itself.
A DINNER
CONVERSATION GONE WRONG
WIFE:
"What would you do if I died? Would you get married again?"
HUSBAND:
"Definitely not!"
WIFE:
"Why not- don't you like being married?"
HUSBAND:
"Of course I do."
WIFE:
"Then why wouldn't you remarry?"
HUSBAND:
"Okay, I'd get married again."
WIFE:
"You would?" (With a hurtful look on her face)
HUSBAND:
(makes loud groan)
WIFE:
"Would you let her sleep in our bed?"
HUSBAND:
"Where else would we sleep?"
WIFE:
"Would
you replace my pictures with hers?"
HUSBAND:
"That would seem l! ike the proper thing to do."
WIFE:
"Would you play golf with her?"
HUSBAND:
"I guess so."
WIFE:
"Would you let her use my golf clubs?"
HUSBAND:
"No, she's left handed."
WIFE:
---silence--
HUSBAND:
"sh*t"
Foulkes, in his earlier
single days apparently got lucky and took home a Chinese Girl at a
night-club.
She
said, "You so good looking, Me so horny, Me do anything for you!"
Foulkes
felt he was onto a winner so he said, "How about a 69?"
She
said, "You f**k off, I no cook for you at this time of night!"
John, Pete & Sally were the only survivors in a plane crash and they
managed to swim to safety on a nearby deserted island with plentiful
supply of fruit and materials.
They spent their time constructively making a comfortable home and
cooking ware.
After a few months their own paradise was in place and they set about
doing what came naturally.
A year later, Sally had become distraught and guilt-ridden over
sharing her body with John & Pete and she committed suicide.
John & Pete were overcome with grief, but eventually got back to life
and started doing what came naturally.
After another year, they become grief-ridden as well, so they decided
to bury her!
Mr Foulkes went onto an all expenses paid convention as a reward for
all his efforts within the Marshalls Group. (That's not the joke!)
He ended up in Singapore enjoying the hospitality for a few days.
After a few days of being waited on hand and foot, he grew bored and
ventured out into the Town. He had mistakenly veered off into the Red
Light district and, although initially nervous, he became quite
excited and decided that he might actually put spending money he'd
brought (in case Marshalls were going to be a bit tight) to improper
use.
He found a Lady of the Night went back to her room and proceeded to
become very dominant and he was in his element. Without a moment
thought, he turned the young lady around, threw her to the bed and
partook of a certain canine fashion.
As he began to thrust away, the young lady shrieked in her native
tongue, "Chung-We, Chung-We"
Spurred on by this, Mr Foulkes thought to himself "Who's the Daddy"
and continued with his rhythm.
She continued to wail these words for the rest of the three minutes
required and when he had finished, she slumped to the bed in an
exhausted heap. She couldn't even raise the energy to ask for the
money, but he kindly left her a tip anyway.
With a Cheshire Cat grin, he felt he would go back to the hotel, pick
up his chum Mr Upright and they both went to the pre-planned Round of
Golf at the newly opened course nearby.
Again, true to Marshalls form, they had picked up the tab for this.
Provided with the round were 2 beautiful local Ladies who were there
as Caddies for Messrs Foulkes & Upright.
Still feeling like King Cock, Foulkes confidently placed his ball on
the first tee, got out his Big Bertha and swung his club like a
Tasmanian Devil.
Hit with such venom, the ball went past a yellow flag and over to
what appeared to be another green with a red flag. Plop, straight in
to the 17th hole it went.
"Chung-We, Chung-We" the girls shrieked in horror.
Harold & Thelma were married after 5 years of blissful engagement.
Harry said to Thelma that she would want for nothing and be taken
care of whilst he was alive. He said that there was one condition.
His bottom draw was lockable and she was never to open it or they
would be finished.
She was concerned about this and obviously a little curious. However,
he stuck to his word and treated her like a queen.
He would work 14 hours a day, 6 days a week, come back and cook for
her, gave her a credit card, spa membership and whatever she asked
for.
Many times, she would long to open that draw and she was steadily
being consumed by this curiosity, but she did not want to lose this
personal paradise, so she did not give in. On the Sunday, he would
have his time to himself, where he would spend the day at the Golf
Club and this was his only time that he asked for himself.
Through Forty years of this blissful happiness, she stayed curious,
but did not break his trust.
Finally, suddenly he died and she lost her life's love, the one
worshipped her.
She collected his belongings from the Morgue and returned home. She
saw that special key and felt that she had to look into his drawer,
even though she was concerned that this felt like betrayal.
Tentatively, she opened the draw and found seven golf balls and
£2,453.50 in cash. She was very confused as to why this was such a
dark secret, but then she saw a sealed note, with her name on it.
She open the note with quivering hands and saw the greeting, "Dearest
Thelma, by opening this note, I am either dead, or we are finished."
"I have to let you know that every time I have faltered from our
bliss and had an extra-marital encounter, I have placed a Golf Ball
in this drawer, as a reminder of my cheating"
She was broken. Her dreams were shattered. He has cheated me 7 times.
She was inconsolable.
After a few days of grief and dismay. She thought about it and
decided that she was being selfish. "Forty years of him treating me
like a Goddess and he had only cheated on me seven times. I suppose
it's not so bad. He was a man wasn't he"
She started to put it in perspective and realised that she was still
such a lucky girl to have been his for over forty years.
The day before the funeral, she decided to go to his Golf Club and
take the Golf Balls back to where they should be.
She saw the Golf Pro and said who she was and that she wanted to give
these Seven Golf Balls back. The Pro said to her, " Same rate as your
husband, 50 pence per ball?"
A topical
selection of Wacko Jacko jokes sent in by an anonymous young OGRE:
What's the difference between a Tesco bag and Jacko? - One is white,
made of plastic, and should be kept away from small children. The
other is used to hold groceries.
How do you know Jacko is guilty? - Several boys have fingered him.
How do you know it is bedtime at the Neverland Ranch? - When the big
hand touches the little hand.
What is the difference between Jacko and acne? - Acne doesn't come on
your face until you are about fifteen.
What did Jacko say to Gary Glitter? - I'll swap you a 10 for two
fives.
Janet and Michael were at home one night....
Janet:
Shall we get a pizza and a video tonight?
Michael:
Yeah, can we get Aladdin?
Janet:
No Michael, just a pizza and video.
What's the difference between Jacko and greyhound racing? - The
greyhounds wait for the hares to come out.
What have David
(calamity) James and a jigsaw got in common? - They both fall
to pieces in the box.
A four year old and a seven year old are upstairs in there bedroom .
"you know what ", says the seven year old ,"I think it's time we
started swearing."
The four year old nods his approval . "When we go downstairs for
breakfast , I'll swear first , Then you swear after me ,ok?"
The four year old agrees with enthusiasm .
The mother walks into the
kitchen and asks the seven year old what he wants for breakfast.
"Oh s**t mum I guess I'll have some Coco Pops".
WHACK!! . He flies out the chair, tumbles on the floor , gets up ,
and runs upstairs crying his eyes out .
She looks at the four year old and asks with a stern voice , "And
what do you want for breakfast, young man?"
" I don't know ," he blubbers , but you can bet you F**king life it
won't be Coco Pops.
A
bloke goes to the doctor and say's "I've got a sex problem."
"Tell me about your average day" says the doc.
"Well it starts in the middle of the night when my wife wakes me up at
3am for nookie, and then again about 5am so we can make love for a
couple of hours before I go to work. Then when I get on the train to
work I meet this girl, everyday we get a compartment to ourselves and
have sex all the way.
When I get to work my secretary really fancies me and I have to give
her one in the storeroom. When I go to lunch I meet this dinner lady
I'm very fond of and we nip out the back for a quickie and when I get
back to the office in the afternoon, my Boss, a very demanding lady I
might add, has to have me or she say's she will give me the sack. When
I get home my wife is so glad to see me that she gives me a blow job
before dinner and then we have sex afterwards."
"So just what is your problem?" says the doc.
"Well it hurts when I Masturbate!"
This
bloke with Tourettes syndrome walks into a high class hotel.
"Where's the p*ssing motherfu**ing entertainment manager?, you coc*su**ing
ars*wipe?", he inquires of the one of the waitresses.
The waitress is taken aback and replies. "Excuse me sir, could you please
refrain from using that sort of language or I will have to call
security. I will get the manager as soon as I can".
The entertainments manager arrives.
"Are you the chicken Fu**ing entertainments manager of this Ba*tard
place?"
"Yes I am sir", he replies, "but I would refrain from using such profanities
in our exclusive hotel".
"Fu** Off and show me where your piano is you Ar*e Hole. "
"Ah you have come for the piano players job", he says and shows him the
piano.
"Can you play any blues ?"
"Of course I can play fuc*ing blues" and the bloke plays the most
inspiring and beautiful sounding blues that the manager has ever
heard.
"What do you call that he asks. "
"I tried to shag your missus on the sofa but the springs kept hurting my
dick." Replies the bloke.
The convenor is a bit disturbed and asks him if he knows any jazz.
"Any fuc*ing jazz" says the bloke and plays the most melancholy jazz solo
the manager has heard.
"Magnificent" cries the manager." What's it called?" .
"I wanted to W*nk over the washing machine but I got my balls caught in
the soap drawer."
The manager is a bit embarrassed and asks if he knows any romantic
ballads.
The bloke then plays the most heartbreaking melody the manager has ever
heard.
"And what is that called?" he says.
"As I fu*k you under the stars with moonlight shining off your hairy
ring piece." Replies the bloke.
The manager is highly upset by the blokes language but offers him the
job as long as he does not introduce any of his songs or talk to any of
the customers.
This arrangement works for a couple of months until one night sitting
opposite him , is the most gorgeous blonde he has ever laid eyes on.
She is wearing an almost see through dress and her breasts are almost
falling out the top of her black lace bra, and the skimpy little G
string she is wearing is doing very little to conceal her ample charms.
She is sitting there sucking suggestively on an asparagus shoot as the
butter is dripping down her chin. The image is too much for the bloke
and he scurries off to the gents to to furiously masturbate. He is
tugging away furiously when he hears the managers voice .
"Where is the Bas*ard piano player?"
He just has time to relieve himself and in a fluster he runs back to
the piano , having not bothered to adjust himself properly, sits down
and start playing some more tunes.
The blond steps up and walks over to the piano, leans over and
whispers in his ear.
"Do you know your knob and bollocks are hanging out your trousers and
dripping spunk all over the place."
"Know it!" replies the bloke "KNOW IT! I FU*KING WROTE IT!"
On a
golfing holiday in Ireland tiger woods drives his BMW into a petrol
station in a remote part of the Irish Country side . The attendant
greets him in a typical Irish fashion unaware of who the golfing legend
was.
"TOP O THE MORNING TO YER SIR. "
Tiger nods a quick hello and bends forward to pick up the nozzle. As he
does two tees fall out his pocket onto the ground.
"WHAT ARE DEY SIR" - says the attendant
"THEY'RE CALLED TEES", replies Tiger.
"WELL, WHAT ON DE GOOD EARTH ARE DEY FOR" inquired the Irishman.
"THEY'RE FOR RESTING MY BALLS ON WHEN I'M DRIVING", said Tiger.
"FECKING JAYSUS", says the Irishman, "DEM BOYS AT BMW THINK OF
EVERYTHING!"
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A couple of
women were playing golf one sunny Saturday morning. The first of the twosome
teed off and watched in horror as her ball headed directly toward a foursome
of men playing the next hole. The ball hit one of the men, and he immediately
clasped his hands together at his crotch, fell to the ground and proceeded to
roll around in agony.
The woman rushed
down to the man and immediately began to apologize. She explained that she
was a physical therapist: Please allow me to help.
Ummph,
oooh, nnooo, I'll be alright...I'll be fine in a few minutes, he replied
breathlessly as he remained in the foetal position still clasping his hands
together at his crotch.
But she persisted, and he
finally allowed her to help him. She gently took his hands away and laid them
to the side, she loosened his pants, and she put her hands inside. She began
to massage him. She then asked him: How does that feel? To which he replied:
It feels great, but my thumb still hurts like hell.
Paddy was
playing golf at a very exclusive club in County Kerry for the first time, and
on the sixth hole he hit a hole in one. Jubilant, he walked down to the green
and, just as he was taking his ball from the cup, up popped a leprechaun.
"Sor,"
the leprechaun bowed politely and continued. "This is a very exclusive course
which has everything, including the services of a leprechaun if you make a
hole in one in the sixth hole. I will be delighted to grant you any wish your
heart desires."
"Saints
preserve us," said Paddy in shock. But seeing the leprechaun waiting so
patiently he thought for a minute then admitted shyly that he did have a
wish.
"I want
to have a longer penis," he confided. "Your wish is granted, Sor," the
leprechaun said and disappeared in a puff of green smoke down the hole.
So Paddy
headed back to join up with his friends and as he walked he could feel his
penis slowly growing. The golf game progressed and Paddy's penis kept getting
longer and longer until it came out beneath his shorts and reached down below
his knees.
"Hmmmm,"
Paddy thought, "maybe this wasn't such a great idea after all." So he left
his friends and went back to the sixth hole with a bucket of balls and began
to shoot. Finally he hit a hole in one, and by the time he got down to the
green, he had to hold his penis to keep it from dragging on the ground. But
he managed to take the ball from the cup and sure enough, out popped the
leprechaun.
"Sor,
this is a very exclusive course," said the leprechaun bowing once again, "and
it has everything including the services of a leprechaun . . . oh it's you
again.
Well what
will it be this time?"
"Could
you make my legs longer?" pleaded Paddy.
Mark
Shirley had a another week off and decided to play a round of golf every day.
First thing Monday morning, he set off on his first round and soon catches
up to the person in front. He sees that this is a woman and as he catches up
to her on a par 3, that, in fact, she's very attractive.
He's interested and suggests that they play the rest of the round
together. She agrees and a very close match ensues. She turns out also to be
a very talented golfer and she wins their little competition on the last
hole.
He congratulates her in the
car park and then offers to give her a lift
when he sees she doesn't have a car. All in all, it's been a highly enjoyable
morning.
On the way to her place, she thanks him for the morning's company and
competition and says she hasn't enjoyed herself so much on the course for a
long time. "In fact," she says, "I'd like you to pull over so I can show you
how much I appreciated everything." He pulls over, he puts the roof up
on his Saab convertible, they kiss and she shows
him her appreciation...
The next morning he spies her at the first tee and suggests they play
together again. He's actually quite competitive and slightly peeved that she
beat him the previous day. Again they have a magnificent day, enjoying each
other's company and playing a tight, competitive round of golf. Again, she
pips Mark at the last hole, again he drives her home and again she shows her
appreciation.
This goes on all week, with her beating him narrowly every day. This is a
sore point for his male ego but, nevertheless, in the car home from their
Friday afternoon round, he tells her that he has had such a fine week that he
has a surprise planned: dinner for two at a fancy candle-lit restaurant
followed by a night of passion in the Abingdon Lodge hotel.
Surprisingly, she bursts into tears and says she can't agree to this. He
can't work out what the fuss is about, but eventually she admits the reason.
"You see," she tearfully sobs, "I'm a transvestite." He is aghast. He
swerves violently off the road, pulls the Saab to a screeching halt and curses
madly, overcome with emotion. "I'm sorry," she repeats.
"You bastard," he screams, red in the face, "You cheating b**tard. You've
been playing off the red tees all week!!"
A married man and his secretary were having a torrid affair. One afternoon
they couldn't contain their passion, so they rushed over to her place where
they spent the afternoon making passionate love. When they were finished they
fell asleep and didn't wake up till 8 o'clock. They got dressed quickly. Then
the man told his secretary to take his shoes outside and rub them on the
lawn. Bewildered, she does as he asks.
The man finally gets home and his wife meets him at the door. Upset, she
asks where he's been. The man replies, "I cannot tell a lie. My secretary and
I are having an affair. Today we left work early, went to her place, spent
the afternoon making love then fell asleep. That's why I'm late."
The wife looks at him, takes notice of his shoes and says, "I see those
grass stains on your shoes. You've been playing golf again, haven't you!?"
A fellow has been stranded on a deserted island for 10 years, and this one
fine day while relaxing on the beach, he looks out onto the water and notices
something different, but can't quite make it out, he keeps looking and
wonders to himself ...Is that a ship .....maybe a boat .....no I think it's a
raft......then out of the water comes this beautiful blonde in a scuba diving
suit and walks right up to him and says " When was the last time you had
camel cigarette.....and he say's...." 10 long years ago".....and she unzips
her wet suit and reaches in and pulls out a waterproof container and gives
him a smoke. Then she looks at him and say's " When was the last time you had
a drink of scotch....he say's " 10 long years ago "......she unzips her wet
suit a little further and reaches in and pulls out a flask and gives it to
him. Well now he's sitting there all smiles puffing on his smoke and drinking
scotch and she slides right over and unzips her wet suit down to her navel and
say's " When was the last time you played around......and he say's " Your
kidding me, you got a set of clubs in there too !"
Dick Foulkes walks into
The Black Swan in Abingdon. " The drinks are on me " he shouts. "The
wife's just given birth to a bouncing 25 pound baby boy. Pandemonium
erupts and a woman faints at the thought, but he explains that 25
pound baby boys are just the norm for surveyors.
Two weeks later he is
back in the bar again . "How's the baby and what weight is he now "
asks the barman.
"He's a fine 17 pounds "
replies the proud surveyor.
"But if he was 25 pounds
when he was born how is he only 17 pounds now " asks the barman.
Foulkes replies. " Oh
he's just been circumcised"! |