Juvenile things that make you snigger.
Discussion
A Council worker dies in a fishing accident on his 40th birthday and finds himself greeted at the Pearly Gates by a brass band.
Saint Peter runs over, shakes his hand and says “Congratulations!”
“Congratulations for what?” asks the man.
Saint Peter said, “We are celebrating the fact that you lived to be 160 years old.”
“But that’s not true” says the man. “I only lived to be forty.”
“That’s impossible,” says Saint Peter, “we added up your time sheets!”
Saint Peter runs over, shakes his hand and says “Congratulations!”
“Congratulations for what?” asks the man.
Saint Peter said, “We are celebrating the fact that you lived to be 160 years old.”
“But that’s not true” says the man. “I only lived to be forty.”
“That’s impossible,” says Saint Peter, “we added up your time sheets!”
MartG said:
A Council worker dies in a fishing accident on his 40th birthday and finds himself greeted at the Pearly Gates by a brass band.
Saint Peter runs over, shakes his hand and says “Congratulations!”
“Congratulations for what?” asks the man.
Saint Peter said, “We are celebrating the fact that you lived to be 160 years old.”
“But that’s not true” says the man. “I only lived to be forty.”
“That’s impossible,” says Saint Peter, “we added up your time sheets!”
Saint Peter runs over, shakes his hand and says “Congratulations!”
“Congratulations for what?” asks the man.
Saint Peter said, “We are celebrating the fact that you lived to be 160 years old.”
“But that’s not true” says the man. “I only lived to be forty.”
“That’s impossible,” says Saint Peter, “we added up your time sheets!”
Astacus said:
Probably hilarious but can't see what it is. Care to put me out of my misery?
In a nice way
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oai1V7kaFBkIn a nice way
In the heat today I took to lying on the wooden floor in the living room to cool off. As I was topless I realised that if I raised and lowered my lower back I could make farting noises against the flooring. I spent several minutes amusing myself with this, and look forward to the missus coming home so I can replicate this and make her think I'm actually farting.
You wanted juvenile, right?
You wanted juvenile, right?
Brigand said:
In the heat today I took to lying on the wooden floor in the living room to cool off. As I was topless I realised that if I raised and lowered my lower back I could make farting noises against the flooring. I spent several minutes amusing myself with this, and look forward to the missus coming home so I can replicate this and make her think I'm actually farting.
You wanted juvenile, right?
I found a way of doing this on the edge of a swimming pool, took me ages to convince Mrs H to get off the sun bed to video it.You wanted juvenile, right?
Brigand said:
In the heat today I took to lying on the wooden floor in the living room to cool off. As I was topless I realised that if I raised and lowered my lower back I could make farting noises against the flooring. I spent several minutes amusing myself with this, and look forward to the missus coming home so I can replicate this and make her think I'm actually farting.
You wanted juvenile, right?
Oh the trauma comes flooding back, after more than four decades.You wanted juvenile, right?
My first year in a posh Grammar school, sat cross legged on the gymnasium floor during morning prayers, wearing compulsory uniform short trousers. I tried to slip a sneaky one out, but with a sounding board the size of four badminton courts, you'd have thought I'd packed a train-horn.
It was a long, long way from 'silent but deadly'.
karona said:
Oh the trauma comes flooding back, after more than four decades.
My first year in a posh Grammar school, sat cross legged on the gymnasium floor during morning prayers, wearing compulsory uniform short trousers. I tried to slip a sneaky one out, but with a sounding board the size of four badminton courts, you'd have thought I'd packed a train-horn.
It was a long, long way from 'silent but deadly'.
Ha, I can still remember being sat on the floor for assembly in Primary School one day, with the same thing happening when my mate tried to be discrete. It was like a short burst of small arms fire echoing through the hall.My first year in a posh Grammar school, sat cross legged on the gymnasium floor during morning prayers, wearing compulsory uniform short trousers. I tried to slip a sneaky one out, but with a sounding board the size of four badminton courts, you'd have thought I'd packed a train-horn.
It was a long, long way from 'silent but deadly'.
Brigand said:
karona said:
Oh the trauma comes flooding back, after more than four decades.
My first year in a posh Grammar school, sat cross legged on the gymnasium floor during morning prayers, wearing compulsory uniform short trousers. I tried to slip a sneaky one out, but with a sounding board the size of four badminton courts, you'd have thought I'd packed a train-horn.
It was a long, long way from 'silent but deadly'.
Ha, I can still remember being sat on the floor for assembly in Primary School one day, with the same thing happening when my mate tried to be discrete. It was like a short burst of small arms fire echoing through the hall.My first year in a posh Grammar school, sat cross legged on the gymnasium floor during morning prayers, wearing compulsory uniform short trousers. I tried to slip a sneaky one out, but with a sounding board the size of four badminton courts, you'd have thought I'd packed a train-horn.
It was a long, long way from 'silent but deadly'.
I can relate. I never fell foul of it myself, but many of my cohorts did. One set of teachers always looked so shocked and angry; the other could barely hide their smirks! It always amused me further when the angry set rounded their glares onto the smirking set, who then found it even more difficult to contain their mirth!
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