A man is sitting behind the grieving widow at the funeral. After the formalities, he taps her on the shoulder and asks, most respectfully '...Is it ok if I say a word?...'.
'..of course..' replies the grieving widow through her tears.
The man gets up and goes to the head of the coffin and says 'Plethora' and then resumes his seat.
The widow turns around, pats him kindly on the hand and says '..Thanks - that means a lot...'.
You know how supermarket fresh food aisles are always a bit sparse after the Christmas break. How are they going to be replenished in No Deal(hope) Britain?
You know how supermarket fresh food aisles are always a bit sparse after the Christmas break. How are they going to be replenished in No Deal(hope) Britain?
So lucky then that Dom-the-Lesser has mates in... neighbouring Kenya.
I have a dream that my.. children.. one day..
will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their
character
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How are they going to be replenished in No Deal(hope) Britain?
I have a dream that my.. children.. one day.. will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character
Martin Luther KingI have a dream that my.. children.. one day.. will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character
Martin Luther King