Heckles
Forget the drunk bloke at the back yelling incoherent nonsense. Sometimes a well placed heckle can raise a mediocre act to a brilliant night out.
Tell us your best heckles and, if you are brave, the retorts that put you back in your place like the maggot you are.
( , Thu 6 Apr 2006, 13:13)
Forget the drunk bloke at the back yelling incoherent nonsense. Sometimes a well placed heckle can raise a mediocre act to a brilliant night out.
Tell us your best heckles and, if you are brave, the retorts that put you back in your place like the maggot you are.
( , Thu 6 Apr 2006, 13:13)
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It was a football club dinner
and the guest "comedian" was working his way around the audience, attempting to get laughs by taking the piss out of people's looks or clothing. Even he seemed to be getting bored with it, but he obviously had nothig else to offer. Eventually he spotted me standing at the back of the room, and his eyes lit up as he spotted my shaggy mop of hair.
"Ha ha, so let's ask that bloke stood over there what life is like in the 1970s, since he still seems to be living there!"
"It's fine, thanks" I replied. "And I'm really glad to see the chemotherapy seems to be working out OK for you."
A stunned silence descended on the room, then gradually a few sniggers turned to titters. The "comedian" sat down and gestured to the disco to start up, and I left.
Well, he was asking for it, the bald twat.
( , Sat 8 Apr 2006, 19:11, Reply)
and the guest "comedian" was working his way around the audience, attempting to get laughs by taking the piss out of people's looks or clothing. Even he seemed to be getting bored with it, but he obviously had nothig else to offer. Eventually he spotted me standing at the back of the room, and his eyes lit up as he spotted my shaggy mop of hair.
"Ha ha, so let's ask that bloke stood over there what life is like in the 1970s, since he still seems to be living there!"
"It's fine, thanks" I replied. "And I'm really glad to see the chemotherapy seems to be working out OK for you."
A stunned silence descended on the room, then gradually a few sniggers turned to titters. The "comedian" sat down and gestured to the disco to start up, and I left.
Well, he was asking for it, the bald twat.
( , Sat 8 Apr 2006, 19:11, Reply)
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