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Back in the pavilion, the batsman was talking to a team mate. ‘I can’t understand it,’ he said ‘The ball hit my head and the wicket-keeper caught it, but the umpire gave me out. His friend looked sympathetic. ‘Sometimes they go by sound.’
During the week, the village pitch is always covered in grazing sheep.
Last week, the groundsman was marking out the boundary when he heard one sheep say to another, ‘Well, I’ve eaten all the grass at extra-cover. I think I’ll try over at third man!’

Q: How is golf like taxes?
A: Well, you drive hard to get to the green, and then you wind up in the hole.

A little Bear is at his custody hearing. The judge asks the little bear whom he wants to live with. Well, I don’t want to live with Mamma bear, she beats me. And I do not want to live with Papa Bear, he beats me too. The Judge asks little bear if he has any relatives whom he likes. Little Bear says no. . . I want to live with the Chicago Bears, the don’t beat anybody.

Q: Why does a golfer where 2 pairs of pants?
A: In case he gets a hole in one.

Seems there was this nasty biker riding his Harley down the icy highway one cold day in Colorado, when he spotted a cat lying in the middle of the road. The biker thought to himself, “I’ll cut that cat in two,” and he bore down on it hard.

As he got closer, though, he suddenly realized that it was not a cat, but a large piece of metal lying in the road. Too late! His front wheel plowed into it and he was sent flying over the handlebars and onto the road at 80 MPH.

When he arrived in Hell, the person welcoming the new arrivals was the Devil himself. As the Devil shook the ex-biker’s hand, he asked mockingly, “So, how do you like it here?”

The bad-ass biker replied, “Man, this is one COOL place!”

The old Devil was just a little miffed at this upstart, so he decided to crank up the thermostat a notch. The next day, the Devil sought out the biker and asked, “So, how do you like it now?”

The biker responded by saying, “This is great! Reminds me of those drug runs to Sonora during the hot afternoons in August.”

Naturally, the Devil was only more angered, and cranked the heat up as far as it could go. The next day, Hell was unbelievable. Even some demons were melting into the floor. The Devil again found the biker, and asked how he was holding up. Undaunted, the biker proclaimed, “It’s almost as hot as the time I beat and robbed those vacationers out in Death Valley. I love it!”

By now the Devil was just furious, so he turned the thermostat all the way down. Way down! As far down as could ever be imagined. The next morning, he tracked down the biker again and asked, “OK smart-ass, how do you like it NOW?”

With icicles hanging from every part of his body, the biker shivered and chattered, “W-w-w-what h-h-hhappened, d-d-d-did the Broncos f-f-finally w-w-win the Super Bowl?”

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