andy_charles
Writing Naughty Things
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And we now have a Pie Floater from an Adelaide Pie Van.
Watch out for the custard pies
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And we now have a Pie Floater from an Adelaide Pie Van.
Watch out for the custard pies
What do you call an elephant hiding in custard?
A Yellow Peril
<Tapping chin> I wonder how I could work "a yellow peril" into a conversation?
Easy..."Sir, would you be interested in seeing my yellow peril?....<slap> It's this doohickey not a euphemism for my pussy! Perverted bastard!......or something like that.
With my luck, it would be a vice cop or some weirdo who posts embarrassing scenes on YouTube. I can just hear the snapping sound of his handcuffs.
I thought you enjoyed a little light BDSM.
Nope. You must have me confused with another kitty cat on Lit.
Kitty Litter
Ladybug
'Lo, Sam!
Hello, Honey
Ladysmith Black Mambazo (Whatever happened to those guys?)
They're still going. Here. Another male voice choir! I love this thread.
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes.
Sweet Sam.
Kodachrome.
Ilford FP3
Posing
Poseur (not you Naoko!)
LOL, thank you!
Purser
BTW, Og -I think it's shark-infested custard that's the yellow peril.
Ship's Stewards (The Purser is their boss)
Elephant jokes have to be bad and wrong.
Mm, more sailors.
Stewards' enquiry.
Oh I get it now!
I only know very old elephant jokes so how about this one:
How many therapists does it take to change a lightbulb?
Only one, but the lightbulb has to really want to change.
Dick Francis
[Q. Why is it dangerous to go out in the jungle between 4 and 6pm ?
A. 'Cos that's when the Elephant practice their parachute jumps.
Q. What are crocodiles flat?
A. 'cos they go for their tea t 5pm ]
Good jokes! Very useful Piglet fodder.
Dick ...
Um, I mean Sir Francis Drake!
"Duck Dodgers in the 24.5th Century"
[a Chuck Jones production]
That sound hilarious! I don't know what to associate to it, but I must do one more before I am lured off by the siren call of my mop and bucket.
Draft dodgers.
There, pathetic, I know, but the mop is calling ...
D-Day Dodgers.
Oh Boy did this cause a rumpus: