Friday, 14 January 2011
DON'T BLAME MADPRIEST, BLAME THAT WICKED PARISH PRIEST FROM SUFFOLK AND PAUL(A)
The lady went to the chemist and bought some "Nair" hair remover.
At the register, the pharmacist told her, "If you're going to use this under your arms, don't use deodorant for a few days."
The lady said, "I'm not using it under my arms."
The pharmacist said, "If you're using it on your legs, don't shave for a couple of days."
The lady replied, "I'm not using it on my legs either. If you must know, I'm using it on my Schnauzer."
The pharmacist says, "Well stay off your bicycle for about a week."
After 30 years the mother felt her end was coming and said to her son John, "In all those years we never heard anything from Neil. He even never wrote a letter. John, can you go to London, find Neil, and ask him why we never heard anything from him. The least thing what he could have done was writing a letter."
John went to London, landed at Heathrow and asked a guy at the air-ground service the way to WC2.
The guy pointed to the men's restrooms, and John went inside, saw six doors, and knocked on number 2.
Then he asked, "Are you Neil LeDunn?"
"Yes," said the man inside, "but I am almost out of paper."
Then John said, "Well, mate, that is no excuse not writing your mother after all these years."
Posted by MadPriest at Friday, January 14, 2011