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Comment by Richard ridealgh on December 15, 2011 at 23:04
Yorkshire jokes. (Please read with a Yorkshire accent)

Yorkshire man takes his cat to the vet.
Yorkshireman: "Ayup, lad, I need to talk to thee about me cat."
Vet: "Is it a tom?"
Yorkshireman: "Nay, I've browt it with us."


A Yorkshireman's dog dies and as it was a favourite pet he decides to have a gold statue made by a jeweller to remember the dog by..
Yorkshireman: "Can tha mek us a gold statue of yon dog?"
Jeweller: "Do you want it 18 carat?"
Yorkshireman: "No I want it chewin' a bone yer daft bugger!"
Comment by Richard ridealgh on December 15, 2011 at 23:00
Q: How many soccer players does it take to screw in a lightbulb ?
A: 15 – One to put the bulb in, 10 to kiss him afterwards, and the other sides back four to all stand around and put their hands up.

That's quite lame actually.
Comment by Richard ridealgh on December 15, 2011 at 22:58
Q: How many Yorkshiremen does it take to change a lightbulb ?
A: Four. One to change it, one to hold his racing pigeon, one to hold his greyhound, and one to drink his pint of bitter.

Sounds familiar:)
Comment by Chris Knight on December 15, 2011 at 9:40
I AM QUÉBECIOS!
I'm not unemployed, or smuggling cigarettes across the border
I don't eat Pepsi and Mae West for breakfast
I don't watch the hockey game while doing it doggy style.
And no, I don't know Claude, Manon or Francois in Abitibi-Temiscamingue, but I'm sure they have nice teeth
I smoke in church
I speak Quebecois and Jouale, not French or English
I pronounce it 'turd' not 'third'
And eating french fries with cheese makes sense, mon oesti!
I believe in distinct society as long as someone else pays for it
I believe in language police not equal rights
And caulice, I believe that Club Supersexe is an appropriate place for my wife and me to celebrate our anniversaire,
What the hell, she goes on at ten anyway!
In Quebec, the Stanley Cup actually comes around more often than Halley's Comet
I can get beer at the Dépanneur, not the convenience store!
And maybe I can't turn right on a red light, but tabarnac! I can go right through it!
Because Quebec is the world's largest producer of maple syrup,
the home of Celine Dion AND Roch Voisine
The land where everybody is shacking up
And the drinking age is just a suggestion!

Je m'appelle Gui

And I am NOT Canadian!
Comment by Chris Knight on December 15, 2011 at 9:35
Canadian Temperature Conversion Chart

50 Fahrenheit (10 C)
New Yorkers try to turn on the heat.
Canadians plant gardens.

40 Fahrenheit (4.4 C)
Californians shiver uncontrollably
Canadians Sunbathe.

35 Fahrenheit (1.6 C)
Italian Cars won't start
Canadians drive with the windows down

32 Fahrenheit (0 C)
Distilled water freezes
Canadian water gets thicker.

0 Fahrenheit (-17.9 C)
New York City landlords finally turn on the heat.
Canadians have the last cookout of the season.

-40 Fahrenheit (-40 C)
Hollywood disintegrates.
Canadians rent some videos.

-60 Fahrenheit (-51 C)
Mt. St. Helen's freezes.
Canadian Girl Guides sell cookies door-to-door.

-100 Fahrenheit (-73 C)
Santa Claus abandons the North Pole
Canadians pull down their earflaps.

-173 Fahrenheit (-114 C)
Ethyl alcohol freezes.
Canadians get frustrated when they can't thaw the keg.

-459.4 Fahrenheit (-273 C)
Absolute zero; all atomic motion stops.
Canadians start saying "cold, eh? "

-500 Fahrenheit (-295 C)
Hell freezes over.
The Leafs win the Cup
Comment by Sal on December 14, 2011 at 15:35

A photographer on vacation was inside a church in Orlando taking photographs when he noticed a golden telephone mounted on the wall with a sign that read '$10,000 per call'. The American, being intrigued, asked a priest who was strolling by what the telephone was used for.

The priest replied that it was a direct line to heaven and that for $10,000 you could talk to God. The American thanked the priest and went along his way.

Next stop was in Atlanta . There, at a very large cathedral, he saw the same golden telephone with the same sign under it. He wondered if this was the same kind of telephone he saw in Orlando and he asked a nearby nun what its purpose was.  She told him that it was a direct line to heaven and that for $10,000 he could talk to God.

'O.K., thank you,' said the American.

He then traveled to Indianapolis, Washington, Philadelphia, Boston, and New York.  In every church he saw the same golden telephone with the same
'$10,000 per call' sign under it.  The American, upon leaving Vermont decided to travel up to Canada to see if Canadians had the same phone.

He arrived in Canada, and again, in the first church he entered, there was the same golden telephone, but this time the sign under it read '50 cents per call.'

The American was surprised so he asked the priest about the sign.
'Father, I've traveled all over America and I've seen this same golden telephone in many churches. I'm told that it is a direct line to heaven,
but in the US the price was $10,000 per call. Why is it so cheap here?'

The priest smiled and answered, 'You're in Canada now, son . . . it's a
local call.'

Comment by Sal on December 14, 2011 at 15:17

A  big Texan stopped at a local restaurant following a day roaming around in Mexico. While  sipping his tequila, he noticed a sizzling, scrumptious looking  platter being served at the next table. Not only did it look good,  the smell was wonderful.  He  asked the waiter, "What is that you just  served?"

The  waiter replied, "Ah senor, you have excellent taste! Those are called Cojones de Toro, bull's testicles from the bull fight this morning. A delicacy!"

 

The  cowboy said, "What the heck, bring me an order." 

The  waiter replied, "I am so sorry senor. There is only one serving per day because there is only one bull fight each morning. If you come early and place your order, we will be sure to save you this delicacy."

The  next morning, the cowboy returned, placed his order, and that evening was served the one and only special delicacy of the day.  After a few bites, inspecting his platter, he called to the waiter  and said, "These are delicious, but they are much, much smaller than the ones I saw you serve yesterday."

The  waiter shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Si, Senor . . . sometimes the bull wins."

Comment by Sal on December 9, 2011 at 10:29

I was reading a news story from another city. What happened was a truck filled with sheep rolled over. Authorities have no idea how many sheep there are or retreived. Apparently every time they start counting the sheep, everyone falls asleep!

Comment by Richard ridealgh on September 30, 2011 at 14:08
Once, a long time ago - A rugby joke
Once, a long time ago, there was a Wallaby tour of New Zealand. During their stay in Wellington, one of the rugby players had a fairly torrid affair with a local lass. The rugby team moved on, the girl stayed behind, and the whole thing was eventually forgotten about. Four years later, the same player returns back to NZ with another Wallaby touring side. They are in Wellington, and who should he see walking down the street but his lover with a small child! He runs up to her and greets her, and asks if the child is his. "Yes", she says, "it is." "But why didn't you tell me?" he asked plaintively. "Well" she said, "after I found out I was pregnant, I invited all the members of my family together for a discussion on the matter - my grandparents, my parents, my uncles, aunts and cousins. And we all came to the same conclusion: we would rather that it was a bastard than have a Wallaby for a father".
Comment by Sal on September 30, 2011 at 14:06

A golfer stood over his tee shot for what seemed an eternity. Looking up, looking down, measuring the distance, figuring the wind direction and speed. Driving his partner nuts.  

Finally his exasperated partner says, “What’s taking so long? Hit the blasted ball!”

The guy answers, “My wife is up there watching me from the clubhouse. I want to make this a perfect shot.”

“Forget it, man, you’ll never hit her from here!”.

 

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