‘’G’Day mate, how’s it going’’
The fisherman is gob-smacked.
‘Geez, a talking fish, I don’t believe it’ he said.
‘Oh don’t worry there’s loads of us down there. By the way the name is Rusty, what’s yours?
‘Well, my names Bob’ And they have a bit of a chin wag for a minute or so. ‘Look I can’t keep you’ said Bob and he puts Rusty gently back into the water and off he swims with a final wave of his pectoral fin and a flash of his tail he disappears below the ocean waves.
Well about 12 months later Bob is fishing off the same breakwater and gets an almighty tug on his line and guess what? As he reels the fish in and it’s about 10 yards out, the fish’s head breaks the surface and it’s his old mate Rusty.
‘Bob’ he shouts. How the heck are ya?
‘Rusty’!!!. ‘Well I’ll be blowed. Where have you been? Said Bob.
‘Well as a matter of fact, I’ve just returned from a trip to the North Atlantic and visited the Titanic. It is laying on the seabed, cold and dark. I swam inside the great ballroom and the original crystal chandeliers are still in place. The brass band instruments have a little silt on them, but otherwise everything is in pristine condition. Even the beautifully carved mahogany spiral staircase is there with the original Axminster carpet’ said Rusty……’’ I was so moved by the whole experience I have written a book of short poems
‘’Wow that’s amazing’’ said Bob. ‘’What is it called I’ll look out for it in the bookshops?’’
Wait for it!
Its coming!
"THE TITANIC VERSES OF SALMON RUSTY".
The moral of this story is:
Always keep your condoms in your car.
Dear Husband:
I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm
leaving you for good. I've been a good woman to you
for seven years and I have nothing to show for it.
These last two weeks have been hell.. Your boss called
to tell me that you had quit your job today and that
was the last straw. Last week, you came home and
didn't notice that I had gotten my hair and nails
done, cooked your favorite meal and even wore a brand
new negligee. You came home and ate in two minutes,
and went straight to sleep after watching the game.
You don't tell me you love me anymore, you don't touch
me or any thing. Either you're cheating or you don't
love me anymore, whatever the case is, I'm gone.
P.S. If you're trying to find me, don't. Your BROTHER
and I are moving away to West Virginia together! Have
a great life!
Your EX-Wife
_____________________________
Dear Ex-Wife
Nothing has made my day more than receiving your
letter. It's true that you and I have been married for
seven years, although a good woman is a far cry from
what you've been. I watch sports so much to try to
drown out your constant nagging. Too bad that doesn't
work. I did notice when you cut off all of your hair
last week, the first thing that came to mind was "You
look just like a man!" My mother raised me to not say
anything if you can't say anything nice. When you
cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me
confused with MY BROTHER, because I stopped eating
pork seven years ago. I went to sleep on you when you
had on that new negligee because the price tag was
still on it. I prayed that it was a coincidence that
my brother had just borrowed fifty dollars from me
that morning and your negligee was $49.99.
After all of this, I still loved you and felt that we
could work it out. So when I discovered that I had hit
the lotto for ten million dollars, I quit my job and
bought us two tickets to Jamaica. But when I got home
you were gone.
Everything happens for a reason I guess. I hope you
have the fulfilling life you always wanted. My lawyer
said with your letter that you wrote, you won't get a
dime from me. So take care.
P.S. I don't know if I ever told you this but Carl, my
brother was born Carla. I hope that's not a problem.
Signed Rich As Hell and Free!
The government announced today that it is changing its emblem to a condom
because it more clearly reflects the government's political stance.
A condom stands up to inflation, halts production, destroys the next generation, protects a bunch of pricks, and gives you a sense of security while you're actually being screwed.
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