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Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Lift
You're trapped in a broken down lift (elevator) with Superman, Father Christmas and the perfect man.
I wasn't blogging at Christmas, so I feel now is the right time to tell my vile Christmas joke. And it is vile. Look away now if you're likely to be offended.
A little girl goes to see Father Christmas.
"Hello, little girl," says Santa. "What would you like for Christmas?"
"Oh, Santa," says the wee girl, "can I have some hair around my vagina?"
You're trapped in a broken down lift (elevator) with Superman, Father Christmas and the perfect man.
Father Christmas doesn't exist?
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Sadly not.
ReplyDeleteI wasn't blogging at Christmas, so I feel now is the right time to tell my vile Christmas joke. And it is vile. Look away now if you're likely to be offended.
A little girl goes to see Father Christmas.
"Hello, little girl," says Santa. "What would you like for Christmas?"
"Oh, Santa," says the wee girl, "can I have some hair around my vagina?"
Santa replies, "Will a little white beard do?"
hahahahaha nice, very nice... I shall tell my other half that one :D She'll appreciate it, as she is as horrible as I am!
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