PIF - if you make me laugh **May be NSFW**

The people of the county of Ceredigion in Wales have a reputation of being rather tight fisted with their cash.

One day this Ceredigion farmer went to the dentist. He asked the dentist, "how much would it cost to have a tooth extraction"?
The dentist replied "£150"
"Far too much" replied the farmer. "How much would it cost without any anaesthetic?"
The dentist replied, "without the anaesthetic it would come down to £110."
"Thats a little better" replied the farmer, "but I'm not going to pay that much."
"Tell me, do you have any trainees working here who could do it cheaper?"
The dentist replied, "Well yes there is a trainee who could extract the tooth without anaesthetic for £75."
"Its still more than I'm prepared to pay" said the farmer. "What about work experience? You know some kid from school or college who could do it much cheaper?"
"As a matter of fact we do have a work experience kid in at the moment. He could extract the tooth without any training and without any anaesthetic for £10. How does that sound?"
"Thats much more like it" replied the farmer, "book my wife in for next week."
 
Boab said:
Moved to the all new 'Jokes' forum.


Well we'd better have some "all new jokes" then.

LOL :D



And when I said "God loves you" it's not an excuse to take liberties - don't infer he approves of everything you do!

Clean non-racist jokes will stand a better chance -- women are a fair target, though. My mum was a woman so I'm half one myself (eh?)
 
The missus is out for night but that means you get to watch sport,
drink beer and play on the internet all night.

Next morning you go outside to check on the car.

It’s all in one piece, no bumps or dents, but something is bothering you...
















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A man walks into a pet shop and says to the owner. "Ok I want to buy a pet, but I don't want a boring normal pet, no cats, or dogs or budgies I want something different." The pet shop owner informs him that he has a talking centipede. "really?" Says the man "How much?" The owner informs him that the talking centipede is £250. Happy with the unusual offering the man pays the money and takes his new pet home.

On getting home he lays the match box with the centipede in it on the table, opens it and says "Hello Mr centipede, fancy going to the pub for a few drinks?" The centipede says nothing. Thinking it must be tired from the journey he decides to leave it for an hour and try again later.

An hour later he opens the match box and says "Hello Mr centipede, fancy going to the pub for a few drinks?" The centipede again says nothing. Starting to get suspicious the man decides he will give it one more hour, and if the centipede doesn't talk he will take it back to the shop for a refund.

An hour later the man opens the match box and says "Hello Mr centipede, fancy going to the pub for a few drinks?" The centipede says "I heard you the first time you moron! I'm putting my fucking shoes on!"
 
antdad said:
The missus is out for night but that means you get to watch sport,
drink beer and play on the internet all night.

Next morning you go outside to check on the car.

It’s all in one piece, no bumps or dents, but something is bothering you...

Is it that you own a Dark Blue Volvo? That would keep me awake at night (wondering if the lights were still on :lol: )
 
A elderly woman phones the Jewish Chronicle newspaper and says "I want to place a death announcement, how much is it?"

"Well" say the girl at the paper "that depends on how many words you wants."

"Hmm" says the lady "let's see: 'Harry Solomon has died'. Four words. How much is that?"

"That will be seven pounds" say the girl. "It's a pound a word but we have a minimum price of seven pounds. For that you get up to seven words, so you can say more if you like."

"OK" says the the woman, "I want this: Harry Solomon has died. Volvo for sale."
 
funnily enough I was trying to find that ad a couple of months ago.It appeared in Viz when I was at High School.Mega :D
 
A man is sat in a bar on his own, when in walks Hamish, a 6ft8 monster of a Scotsman, who's known for his violent temper. Hamish orders his customary six double whiskys, with a pint of Whitbread Trophy to wash it down. He downs the whiskys, one after the other, wipes his mouth on his sleeve and turns to the man saying, "Hey yuu, waatch ma pint"! "Aam gaan fer a pee"!
While he's gone, a smartly dressed black woman comes into the bar and orders a glass of wine. While she's waiting, she takes a sip of Hamish's precious pint. The man starts to panic. "Why did you do that?" he cries "Hamish is gona kill both of us" The woman says, "I'm not scared of any Scots giant", drinking more of his pint, before getting up on the bar, squatting down and breaking wind over the drink. "That's how scared I am!" She takes her drink and sits down. When Hamish returns from the toilet he goes utterly bonkers! "Whuu draank ma drenk!", he bellowed, inspecting closer to see that lipstick and a farty smell had been left all over the glass. He grabbed the man by the throat, demanding to be told who had done this. "I...i....it was her! She did it, the black girl over there...!"
Hamish put the man down and strode over to where the woman was sat
"Heey yuu!" he yelled, foaming at the mouth with rage. "Did yuu fart in maa Whitbread?"



"Oh no love" the woman said.............."I'm Tessa Sanderson!"... :D
 
A duck walks into the restaurant and the waiter comes up to take his order. The duck peers over the menu...

Waiter: What'll it be tonight, Mr. Duck?

Duck: I'll take the grapes.

Waiter: Sorry Mr. Duck, we have no grapes.

Duck: Looks back over menu. Peers up. Okay, then. I'll just take the grapes.

Waiter: Sorry, sir. In a bit harsher tone. We have not a single grape to offer you! Please. Choose something else.

Duck: Sighs. Looks again for a bit longer. Looks up. Waiter, just bring me the grapes.

Waiter: Dammit you Duck! I've told you we don't have any grapes. Now, if you ask me again I'm going to get some nails and nail your feet to that stool you're in!

The duck looks taken aback at this outburst and almost shamefully takes a last glance at his menu. Peering long and hard attempting to find another dish.

He then sheepishly looks at the waiter with deep intent and asks, Mr. Waiter, do you have any nails?

Waiter: Huh?! No! We don't have any nails. This is a place to eat, not a hardware store.

Duck: Very well then. I will take the grapes.
 
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