If a fat man in red comes in the middle of the night and stuffs you into a sack, don't be scared -- it's only Santa. I told him I wanted you for Christmas.
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If a fat man in red comes in the middle of the night and stuffs you into a sack, don't be scared -- it's only Santa. I told him I wanted you for Christmas.
;) :P
Do you mean me :unsure:
Who would want an accountant for christmas?Quote:
Originally Posted by manker
He obviously meant me.
if you do get me in a sack do be scared cos i'm packin heat
Innuedo alert. :lol: :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by h121589
Dear h121589,
Thank you for you warning and your invitation.
However since i have done my duty in my former life as a forcefed caged chicken
i feel obliged to state that Santa has released me from your grip and that it is actually now your turn to clean the feaces of my multimillion family
With regards
the Chik
Arthur Andersen would.Quote:
Originally Posted by Withcheese
Maybe h121589 is an affiliate :unsure:
me?
cannibal?
Santa comes but once a year :)
And when he does he fills ya stocking :01:
Cloak room to the left did you say? :unsure:
Jonno :cool:
Nah, he comes down your chimney...:sick:Quote:
Originally Posted by Jon L. Obscene
That 'joke' killed the lounge stone dead for a good 15 minutes :(Quote:
Originally Posted by manker
thats cos it was shit :P
:crying:
Made it up myself, too :geptard:
Wtf?! The code :geptard: is actually a smilie :lol: :glag:
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Originally Posted by manker
:01: :slow:
:geptard: :dry:Quote:
Originally Posted by DanB
:geptard:
Haha, that is so amazing. Poster<333
wut does affiliate mean?
http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&l...te&btnG=SearchQuote:
Originally Posted by h121589
I want me for Christmas...but I can't be bothered to locate my eyes,to look for
myself.
Peace bd
i quess :dry:Quote:
Originally Posted by manker
A family is sitting around the supper table. The son asks his father, "Dad, how many kinds of breasts are there?"
The father, surprised, answers, "Well, son, there are three kinds of breasts. In her twenties, a woman's breasts are like melons, round and Firm. In her thirties to forties, they are like pears, still nice but hanging a bit. After fifty, they are like onions."
"Onions?"
"Yes, you see them and they make you cry."
This infuriated the wife and daughter so the daughter said, "Mom, how many kind of penises are there?"
The mother, surprised, smiles, and looks at her husband and answers, "Well, dear, a man goes through three phases. In a man's twenties, his penis is like an oak, mighty and hard. In his thirties and forties, it is like a birch, flexible but reliable. After his fifties, it is like a Christmas tree."
"A Christmas tree?"
"Yes, dead from the roots up & the balls are there for decoration only!
Boom boom. :ermm:
:lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by Lilmiss
:lol: At least it made someone giggle.
I want a new hammer for xmas. :shifty: :dry:
Old one worn out? :unsure:
Or was the BT man on the receiving end? :ohmy:
I nearly said that.Quote:
Originally Posted by DanB
I think I'm going to be glad I left it to you. I think she's gone to find the pokey stick.