The guy considered himself lucky to have been able to attract
and bed such a luscious looking dish. He was even considering
trying to establish a relationship instead of just a one night
stand. But he couldn’t help but wonder why she wasn’t already
“I can’t help feeling that we’ve met before.” he said.
“Yeah, I know.” sighed the girl stretching. “It happens to me
a lot. I think they call this ‘deja screw’.
This guy and his girlfriend are fighting… she says “I’m breaking up with you.”
“Why?” he asks.
She says “because you are a pedophile”.
He says “Pedophile? Hmmmm that’s an awfully big word for a 10 year old.”
A little girl came running into the house crying and miserable from a
small cut she just received. She asked her mom for a glass of cider.
“Why do you want cider?” asked Mom.
“To take the pain away,” sobbed the little girl.
Tired of all the tears, Mom poured her a glass.
The little girl immediately put her hand into the drink.
“It doesn’t work!” she yelled.
“What do you mean?” asked Mom.
“Well,” sniffed the little girl, “I overheard my sister say that
whenever she gets a prick in her hand, she can’t wait to get it in
Q: What do you call a prostitute with a runny nose?
While enjoying a drink with a mate one night, this bloke
decides to try his luck with an attractive young girl sitting alone
by the bar. To his surprise, she asks him to join her for a drink
and eventually asks him if he’d like to come back to her place.
The pair jump into a taxi and as soon as they get back to her
flat they dive onto the bed and spend the night hard at it.
Finally, the spent young bloke rolls over, pulls out a
cigarette from his jeans and searches for his lighter. Unable to
find it, he asks the girl if she has one at hand.
“There might be some matches in the top drawer,” she replies.
Opening the drawer of the bedside table, he finds a box of
matches sitting neatly on top of a framed picture of another
man. Naturally, the bloke begins to worry. “Is this your
husband?” he inquires nervously.
“No, silly,” she replies, snuggling up to him.
“Your boyfriend then?”
“No, don’t be daft,” she says, nibbling away at his ear.
“Well, who is he then?” demands the bewildered bloke.
Calmly, the girl takes a match, strikes it across the side of her
face and replies, “That’s me before the operation.”