A bit of an unclear head today, after a night of noisy laughter and, seemingly, a right royal Blackadder style booze up somewhere in the vicinity.
I couldn't think of a "friendly" way to ask them (whoever they were) to be a little less "happy" so I closed the windows, put cotton wool in my ears, buried my head under the pillow with the result of becoming hot and rather annoyed.
I do like happy noises but not when I'm trying to sleep!
Earlier today I visited a friend whose 6-year-old grandson is spending a few days with her. He wanted to play out in the drizzle, so she gave him an old fur hat to wear. She then turned to look at him and commented, you now look just like Davy Crockett of the Frontier.
The child went out and when he got properly wet came in. His first words were, Granny, how many ears did Davy Crockett have?
Granny replied, two.
No, said the boy. He must've had three and that's why they called him Davy Crockett of the front ear.
I heard the joke about the pie and ear corps many years ago, and I can't remember the story either! But I do remember the one about a man who was troubled by a recurring dream in which he cut a pie open and a lot of mice jumped out. It bothered him so much that he decided to see a psychiatrist. When he entered the consulting room, the psychiatrist said, "I suppose you're going to tell me that you keep dreaming about a pie full of mice?". "That's amazing," said the patient, "how did you know that?" And the psychiatrist said, "Mice pies are everywhere!". (If you don't get it, try reading it aloud.). Since we're on food-related puns, I once made some bean soup, and my housemate said, "If it's been soup, what is it now?"
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What an amazing thread! Much to laugh, and think, about here.
Hi Helen, glad you like the thread!
A bit of an unclear head today, after a night of noisy laughter and, seemingly, a right royal Blackadder style booze up somewhere in the vicinity.
I couldn't think of a "friendly" way to ask them (whoever they were) to be a little less "happy" so I closed the windows, put cotton wool in my ears, buried my head under the pillow with the result of becoming hot and rather annoyed.
I do like happy noises but not when I'm trying to sleep!
Next time it happens, gatecrash the party dressed as Queenie ("Some times I think of executing you.")
What a marvellous idea!
Earlier today I visited a friend whose 6-year-old grandson is spending a few days with her. He wanted to play out in the drizzle, so she gave him an old fur hat to wear. She then turned to look at him and commented, you now look just like Davy Crockett of the Frontier.
The child went out and when he got properly wet came in. His first words were, Granny, how many ears did Davy Crockett have?
Granny replied, two.
No, said the boy. He must've had three and that's why they called him Davy Crockett of the front ear.
Reminds me if the joke about the pie & ear corps but I can only remember the punchline so you'll have to make your own story.
I don't know the joke, B3. Did someone fill his pies with dead people's ears? Horrid thought!
I heard the joke about the pie and ear corps many years ago, and I can't remember the story either! But I do remember the one about a man who was troubled by a recurring dream in which he cut a pie open and a lot of mice jumped out. It bothered him so much that he decided to see a psychiatrist. When he entered the consulting room, the psychiatrist said, "I suppose you're going to tell me that you keep dreaming about a pie full of mice?". "That's amazing," said the patient, "how did you know that?" And the psychiatrist said, "Mice pies are everywhere!". (If you don't get it, try reading it aloud.). Since we're on food-related puns, I once made some bean soup, and my housemate said, "If it's been soup, what is it now?"