2 dyslexic skiiers are skiing down a slope
first 1 starts swishing side to side saying "Zag-Zig, Zag-Zig"
2nd one says "it is Zig-zag you idiot"
they carry-on skiing arguing this point for a while
when they suddnely get sprayed with snow from one side
they both look around and see what they think is a Bobsleigh
"nice Bobsleigh" says skiier 2 "are you the driver?"
the man looks up from his seat and says "I am a tobogannist"
"oh," says skiier 1 "in that case I'll have 20 Marlborough Light"
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that wasn't quick, nor was it funny, as a friend of a friend of a relative of a dyslexic i find that insulting
also if you read aloud tobogan isn't the same a tobacco
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But you don't find the deadly weapons, used to kill thousands of people, offensive.
I assume this since you post pictures of them, presumably because you like them.
Strange.
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Did you hear about the dyslexic agnostic insomniac?
He lay awake all night pondering the existence of Dog.
ahahahaha!
or the dyslexic devil worshipper who sold his sole to santa
or the dyslexic raver who dropped a couple of 'f's
p.s. why is dyslexic so hard to spell? that's just asking for trouble surely?
Or he dyslexic pimp who bought a warehouse.
a dyslexic walks into a bra....
A man brought a very limp dog into the veterinary clinic. As he lay the dog on the table, the doctor pulled out his stethoscope, placing the receptor on the dog's chest. After a moment or two, the vet shook his head sadly and said, "I'm sorry, but your dog has passed away."
"What?" screamed the man.
"How can you tell? You haven't done any testing on him or anything. I want another opinion!" With that, the vet turned and left the room. In a few moments, he returned with a Labrador Retriever. The Retriever went right to work, checking the poor dead dog out thoroughly with his nose. After a considerable amount of sniffing, the Retriever sadly shook his head and said, "Bark" (meaning "dead as a doornail"). The veterinarian then took the Labrador out and returned in a few moments with a cat, who also carefully sniffed out the poor dog on the table. As had his predecessors, the cat sadly shook his head and said, "Meow" (meaning "he's history"). He then jumped off the table and ran out of the room. The veterinarian handed the man a bill for £600. The dog's owner went berserk.
"£600! Just to tell me my dog is dead? This is outrageous!" The vet shook his head sadly and explained.
"If you had taken my word for it, the charge would have been £50, but with the Lab work and the cat scan..."
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How does Bob Marley like his donuts?
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