posted by Stuart @ Saturday, January 13, 2007
In the pub that night:Postman: You'll never guess what I saw on my round this morning.Postman's Mate: What?Postman: Only a little gnome, scrabbling around in a gully pot.Postman's Mate: What was he doing?Postman: Looking for his keys apparently.Postman's Mate: Did you give him a hand?Postman: Nah, I pissed on his head instead.Postman's Mate: Fair enough.Postman: Well it makes the day go quicker.
Liz, I hate you, my caption was going to be - until I read your superior one of course..'I wonder..if I aim right...left a bit..there...got him.....'
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In the pub that night:
Postman: You'll never guess what I saw on my round this morning.
Postman's Mate: What?
Postman: Only a little gnome, scrabbling around in a gully pot.
Postman's Mate: What was he doing?
Postman: Looking for his keys apparently.
Postman's Mate: Did you give him a hand?
Postman: Nah, I pissed on his head instead.
Postman's Mate: Fair enough.
Postman: Well it makes the day go quicker.
Liz, I hate you, my caption was going to be - until I read your superior one of course..'I wonder..if I aim right...left a bit..there...got him.....'
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