You can't beat a night in the pub, as the drinks tot up, the jokes become more feeble, the laughter more robust.
*Mr M'Goo (I think), "Does God exist?"
*Me (probably), "Does the Pope shit in the woods?"
This little joke left the four of us howling, weeping with laughter and unable breathe or speak. At that late stage in the evening, the joke was a corker.
*Mr M'Goo (I think), "Does God exist?"
*Me (probably), "Does the Pope shit in the woods?"
This little joke left the four of us howling, weeping with laughter and unable breathe or speak. At that late stage in the evening, the joke was a corker.
Happy New Year
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