Bumped into this last night and thought I’d share as it should send you off to work tomorrow, those of you wot do that stuff, in a tad better mood than expected owing to spending this evening enjoying some jollity.
This isn’t restricted to workers by the way; the link’s available to be clicked on by all-comers. The only provision is to be in possession of a nice, simple sense of humour.
Finally, if you reside in some secluded, salubrious subrub somewhere south of the Yorkshire Ouse, you may wish to avail yourself of the use of Google Translate. And good luck with that……
I’ll be perfectly honest, although you’ll never know if I was only being imperfectly honest, I’d never heard of this guy before last night.
This is it. As ever, feet up the fire, favourite drink to hand, be it a cheeky wee Bojollies, from the dry side of the mountain, one of they special single melts or even a Bovril with Horlicks chaser. Your body – your choice.
No Foggy warning required for this little pearl. Wait!! Wait!! He’s smoking!! He’s smoking on stage in front of people!! He smokes!! Click at your peril!! Consider yourselves suitably warned.
Enjoy a little time with Private Bobby Thompson.
Quote; Steven Wright.
“I went down the street to the 24-hour grocery. When I got there, the guy was locking the front door. I said, ‘Hey, the sign says you’re open 24 hours.’ He said, ‘Not in a row.’”
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