Monday, September 7, 2015

stag dos - and stag don'ts...

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paedophilia,
to a deer, is nothing more
than fawnication...

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"Is a fawn a little deer?" - "Depends how much you want to pay"...









('Wham bam(bi), thank you, ma'am': 17 Syllables)

Sunday, September 6, 2015

when every day's a "when?"sday...

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our priest's become so
scatty, he doesn't even
know what deities...

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(17 Rather Syllables)

Saturday, September 5, 2015

from the richest of foods to untold riches...

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If a calorie contains 4.18400 joules, and one carrot
contains 41 calories, then how many carats are there in
the family joules?

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No jewels in our family. Just the one little gem - which we're having for tea...

Friday, September 4, 2015

you know it's highly strung, grandad...

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Grandad just made a
parachute jump! (He sneaked up
on it and yelled "boo!")

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(A reliable parachute will always let you down. Gently.)




(17 Very Sillybles)

Thursday, September 3, 2015

property ladder blues: just a coffee for me...

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always remember,
son: today's flat white could be
tomorrow's house red...

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(a coffee today, a semi and a Semillon tomorrow - a man can dream)









('The high Costa living': 17 Syllables)

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

(no) sex in the city...

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"My girlfriend comes from
West London" - "Feltham?" - "No, she
won't bloody let me!"...

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('Go to town? No chance': 17 Syllables)

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

a kitchen with a witchin (sorry, gran)

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Look who's eating bread
and dripping! "Gran, couldn't you
have found a towel first?"...

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- forget 'aprés-ski', think 'aprés-shower': it's the stuff of wet dreams nightmares...









('Dripping': the middle-age old-age spread of choice: 17 Syllables)