Possibly should have put this in the watches thread but I donât want to raise the tone of that particular dumpster fireâŚ
As Iâm getting-on a bit, and starting to be more aware of my own mortality, I asked our vicar if I would go to hell for all the bad things Iâve done.
Vicar: Let me tell you a secret, hell isnât so bad. Do you drink?
Me: I rarely stop!
Vicar: Well on Mondays Itâs open bar night, all the booze you want, all night long, get wrecked, shit-yourself drunk - not even a hangover!
Vicar: Do you do drugs?
Me: Damn right, whenever I can get 'em!
Vicar: on Tuesdays: all the drugs you want, pills, powders, poppers, shoot-up, drop-out, get spannered: no chance of OD-ing!
Vicar: Do you gamble?
Me: Love it, the horses, the footy, Iâd bet on the length of my next turd - you name it!
Vicar: On Wednesdays: casino, bookies, Russian-roulette if you want - go nuts, gamble all you like, spaff away ÂŁmillions - no consequences!
Vicar: Are you Gay?
Me: Hell NO!
Vicar: Oh dear. Youâre not going to like ThursdaysâŚ
Iâd like to be able to say that the biblical story came to mind when I saw the name, but it didnât, just a rude chuckle.
The worldâs leading expert on European wasps walks into a record shop.
He asks the assistant âDo you have âEuropean Vespidae Acoustics Volume 2? I believe it was released this week.â
âCertainly,â replies the assistant. âWould you like to listen before you buy it?â
âThat would be wonderful,â says the expert, and puts on a pair of headphones.
He listens for a few moments and says to the assistant, âIâm terribly sorry, but I am the worldâs leading expert on European wasps and this is not accurate at all. I donât recognize any of those sounds. Are you sure this is the correct recording?â
The assistant checks the turntable, and replies that it is indeed European Vespidae Acoustics Volume 2. The assistant apologizes and lifts the needle onto the next track.
Again the expert listens for a few moments and then says to the assistant, âNo, this just canât be right! Iâve been an expert in this field for 43 years and I still donât recognize any of these sounds.â
The assistant apologizes again and lifts the needle to the next track.
The expert throws off the headphones as soon as it starts playing and is fuming with rage.
âThis is outrageous false advertising! I am the worldâs leading expert on European wasps and no European wasp has ever made a sound like the ones on this record!â
The manager of the shop overhears the commotion and walks over.
âWhat seems to be the problem, sir?â
âThis is an outrage! I am the worldâs leading expert on European wasps. Nobody knows more about them than I do. There is no way in hell that the sounds on that record were made by European wasps!â
The manager glances down and notices the problem instantly.
âIâm terribly sorry, sir. It appears weâve been playing you the bee side.â
Jesus man, pretty sure they found that one etched on the back of Noahâs Ark
Noah threw it overboard, complaining he didnât need old shit like that taking up valuable space.
This never fails to amuse me, despite the age and frequency of appearance. It is something of a classic.
As a justification for the destruction of all of mankind.
Nicked that
Never mind the balloons?
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