Somewhere in Manchester a phone conversation is taking place...

WIFE: Danny, there's a problem with the car!

HUSBAND: Well, what's the problem!?

WIFE:... There's water in the carboretter!

HUSBAND: How the hell do you know that?




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WIFE: I'm in the cannal.

hmmm...









Booooo!

Is it just me or are 95% of jokes just not funny!

FunkJam said:

Yeah, I think good jokes are an art. I can't tell a joke. I don't even try.

I checked into a hotel on a business trip and was a bit lonely so I
thought I'd get me one of those girls you see advertised in phone
booths when you're calling for a cab.

I grabbed a card on my way in. It was an ad for a girl calling herself
Erogonique, a lovely girl, bending over in the photo. She had all the
right curves in all the right places, beautiful long wavy hair, long
graceful legs all the way up. You know the kind. So I'm in my room
and figure, what the heck, I'll give her a call.

"Hello?" the woman says. Wow! she sounded sexy.

"Hi, I hear you give a great massage and I'd like you to come to my room
and give me one. No, wait, I should be straight with you. I'm in town
all alone and what I really want is sex. I want it hard, I want it hot,
and I want it now. I'm talking kinky the whole night long. You name it,
we'll do it. Bring implements, toys, everything you've got in your bag
of tricks. We'll go hot and heavy all night; Tie me up, wear a strap on,
cover me in chocolate syrup and whip cream, anything you want baby.
Now,how does that sound?"

She says, "That sounds fantastic, but for an outside line you need to press 9."