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.
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.
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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: