| Scouse Joke 23:33 - Jan 27 with 741 views | SaintNick |
Could be used for Saints or any team but I couldnt be bothered changing all the details, it is still funny whatever team you support.
Dave the Scouser is touring the USA. Along the way, he stops off at a remote bar in the Nevada desert and chats to the bartender when he spots a Red Indian in full tribal dress seated in the corner of the bar.
"Blimey!" remarks Dave. "Who's he?"
"Gee, that's the memory man," replies the bartender. "He knows everything there is to know. Got a memory like an elephant, he can remember any fact. Heck, go and try him out!"
Dave heads over to the Red Indian, thinking that he can outsmart him with a question about English football.
He asks the memory man, "Who won the 1965 FA cup final?"
"Liverpool," came the instantaneous reply.
Dave was stunned. He tried again asking, "Who did they beat?"
"Leeds," replied the memory man.
Dave tried once more asking, "What was the final score?"
The wise Red Indian didn't hesitate in answering, "2-1."
Dave thinks he'll get smart, asking the memory man for the name of the winning goal scorer. Without so much as blinking, the Red Indian says, "Ian St John."
Dave is stunned and returns home to Liverpool, where he tells everyone about the Red Indian. Dave's curiosity lingers, and he vows to return to America and pay his respects to the Indian. Ten years later, Dave finally saved up enough money to return and, after weeks of searching the Nevada desert, once more he finds the Red Indian, now in a cave.
Humbled by the Red Indian, Dave steps forward, bows, and greets the brave in his traditional tongue.
"How," Dave says.
The memory man squints at him and replies, "A diving header in the six-yard box." |  |
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| Scouse Joke on 08:45 - Jan 28 with 626 views | Number_58 |
That's a bit un-PC Nick. I don't think we're allowed to call them Scousers anymore. |  | | |
| Scouse Joke on 11:22 - Jan 28 with 526 views | hedgeend61 |
A Pompey lass goes to the dole office to register for child benefit:
"How many children?" asks the welfare officer.
"Ten" replies Pompetta
"TEN!?" Exclaimed the welfare worker. "What are their names?"
"Well", the claimant replied "there's Nathan, Nathan, Nathan, Nathan, Nathan, Nathan, Nathan, Nathan, Nathan and Nathan".
"Good lord - doesn't that get confusing?" asked the officer.
"Naah..." she said "It's perfect 'cause if they're out playing in the street I just shout 'Oi! Nathan yer dinner's ready!' or 'Nathan, come on off to bed now!' and they all do as I've instructed"
"But what do you do if you want to speak to one individually?" says the curious welfare worker.
"Oh that's easy," says Pompetta "I just use their surnames." |  | | |
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