not your day is it love
twas a few years back I was in probably the dirtiest sleaziest bar in the small West African capital I was living in at the time (a hand job for 2 quid and a gobble for 5) and i'd told a couple of mates the sickest joke I know about a man walking his dog along the cliff tops when he sees a young girl crying at the edge. Little girl little girl what's the matter says the man, my mum and dad were walking along the cliff edge and they fell off, says the girl, so the man walks to the edge of the cliff, leans over and sees the girl's parents smashed to bits at the bottom on the rocks. So he walks over to the girl while undoing his flies and says "it's not your day is it love!"
Well the next night is one of the blokes birthday's and as there was a very small expat community of Brits in the city there was a small crowd of people and the only blokes there were me and the two guys there the night before, our respective partners and a few other liberal, Guardian reading teacher types, all very PC and veggie so my mate Lee, who's Bday it was starts to tell the joke. I tried to tell him it wasn't a good idea but he wasn't having it. I got up and left the room as I knew it was gonna end badly. The silence could not have been sliced with an axe, it was that thick and uncomfortable. Heh heh
(Wagane, Thu 22 Jul 2010, 20:26, Reply)