Perverts of the British Commonwealth

A British party also means there’s a need for at least a handful of sausage rolls, pork pies and a cheese platter. I have that sorted 😏


Does this mean I get an invite too?
Of course
Oh Lucy, that beautiful lady, I do miss her. Give her my best......

absolutely, don't forget egg mayo .....
I will. She is on here now and then in the games.

We now need, prawn vol-au-vents, mini sausages on sticks, sliced meats, branston and pickled onions.
 
A man walks into confession and says “forgive me Father, for I have sinned.”

“Go on, my son.” The priest replies.

“I have taken the Lord’s name in vain and used profanity.”

“Tell me more about this my son.”

The man says “I was playing a par four this past weekend. I shanked the tee shot to the left and into the woods.”

“I see.” The Priest says. “And this is when you used profanity and took the Lord’s name in vain?” he asks.

“No. Not then. The second shot I overshot the fairway and the ball went into tall grass and settled behind a rock.”

“Ah.” Says the Priest. “Then you took the Lord’s name in vain and used profanity.”

“No.” The man says again. “The third shot hooked back over, hit the ball washing station, bounced off a branch and somehow landed on the green just a foot from the cup.”

The Priest pauses for a second.

“Jesus Christ, don’t tell me you missed the fucking putt.”
 
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