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<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.
 
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. :eek:
 
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.
:D
 
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.
:D


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 ]
 

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. :D


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 ...
 
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:


Oh Nancy, Lady Astor, get a load of this.
Don't stand up on a platform and talk a load of piss.
You're the nation's sweetheart, the nation's pride
We think your mouth's too bloody wide.
We are the D-Day Dodgers, in Sunny Italy.

When you look 'round the mountains, through the mud and rain
You'll find the crosses, some which bear no name.
Heartbreak, and toil and suffering gone
The boys beneath them slumber on
They were the D-Day Dodgers, who'll stay in Italy.[5]


Sung to the tune of Lilli Marlene.
 
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