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Mummy, Mummy, can I go to the toilet?
Yes Johnny, I'll take you in a minute....
Can Granny take me?
Why?
Her hand shakes.
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Mummy, Mummy, can I go to the toilet?
Yes Johnny, I'll take you in a minute....
Can Granny take me?
Why?
Her hand shakes.
Poor little david!
Little David was in his 5th grade class when the teacher asked the children what their fathers did for a living. All the typical answers came up -- fireman, policeman, salesman, doctor, lawyer, etc. David was being uncharacteristically quiet and so he teacher asked him about his father. "My father's an exotic dancer in a gay cabaret and takes off all his clothes in front of other men. Sometimes, if the offer's really good, he'll go out to the alley with some guy and make love with him for money." The teacher, obviously shaken by this statement, hurriedly set the other children to work on some exercises and took little David aside to ask him, "Is that really true about your father?" "No," said David, "He works for the Bush administration, but I was too embarrassed to say that in front of the other kids."
Poor little david!
Little David was in his 5th grade class when the teacher asked the children what their fathers did for a living. All the typical answers came up -- fireman, policeman, salesman, doctor, lawyer, etc. David was being uncharacteristically quiet and so he teacher asked him about his father. "My father's an exotic dancer in a gay cabaret and takes off all his clothes in front of other men. Sometimes, if the offer's really good, he'll go out to the alley with some guy and make love with him for money." The teacher, obviously shaken by this statement, hurriedly set the other children to work on some exercises and took little David aside to ask him, "Is that really true about your father?" "No," said David, "He works for the Bush administration, but I was too embarrassed to say that in front of the other kids."
Poor little david!
Little David was in his 5th grade class when the teacher asked the children what their fathers did for a living. All the typical answers came up -- fireman, policeman, salesman, doctor, lawyer, etc. David was being uncharacteristically quiet and so he teacher asked him about his father. "My father's an exotic dancer in a gay cabaret and takes off all his clothes in front of other men. Sometimes, if the offer's really good, he'll go out to the alley with some guy and make love with him for money." The teacher, obviously shaken by this statement, hurriedly set the other children to work on some exercises and took little David aside to ask him, "Is that really true about your father?" "No," said David, "He works for the Bush administration, but I was too embarrassed to say that in front of the other kids."
Poor little david!
Little David was in his 5th grade class when the teacher asked the children what their fathers did for a living. All the typical answers came up -- fireman, policeman, salesman, doctor, lawyer, etc. David was being uncharacteristically quiet and so he teacher asked him about his father. "My father's an exotic dancer in a gay cabaret and takes off all his clothes in front of other men. Sometimes, if the offer's really good, he'll go out to the alley with some guy and make love with him for money." The teacher, obviously shaken by this statement, hurriedly set the other children to work on some exercises and took little David aside to ask him, "Is that really true about your father?" "No," said David, "He works for the Bush administration, but I was too embarrassed to say that in front of the other kids."
"France" didn't exist back then, it was Gaul. Neither did "Britain", it was Britannia. Also, that was not funny at all.
I didn't really find it funny either, I guess I got it a bit when the originator of the joke explained that it was based off soccer terminology in England.
I found another one.
Plato, Aristotle, Socrates and Pythagoras met up in Athens and got into debate about knowledge, and whether with their necessarily finite experience they could validly reach any conclusions about anything. Eventually they decided to broaden their experience, each spend a year exploring the world and meet up again in Rhodes.
Plato set off to the north, wandering around more or less at random as he sought new information and experiences. Aristotle headed east, again travelling fairly aimlessly but always open to new things. Socrates went south, bouncing around from place to place without any destination in mind and Pythagoras west in much the same style.
Eventually a full year later they made their rendezvous in Rhodes and resumed their debate, comparing notes and arguing long into the night. Eventually they realised what they had learned from their random wandering, all roams lead to Rhodes...
Plato, Aristotle, Socrates and Pythagoras met up in Athens and got into debate about knowledge, and whether with their necessarily finite experience they could validly reach any conclusions about anything. Eventually they decided to broaden their experience, each spend a year exploring the world and meet up again in Rhodes.
Plato set off to the north, wandering around more or less at random as he sought new information and experiences. Aristotle headed east, again travelling fairly aimlessly but always open to new things. Socrates went south, bouncing around from place to place without any destination in mind and Pythagoras west in much the same style.
Eventually a full year later they made their rendezvous in Rhodes and resumed their debate, comparing notes and arguing long into the night. Eventually they realised what they had learned from their random wandering, all roams lead to Rhodes...
Lol, delightful.
VGs are like VDs: they can be difficult, time consuming, and no matter how bad you want to pull away from them at times, they're usually stuck with you.
I was there when this was forged. :3