Wanna joke? WANNA JOKE? You couldn't handle a joke.
A drunk walks in to a kebab shop and is surprised to see Father Christmas serving behind the counter.

"Santa!" he says. "What are you doing working here? Shouldn't you be up at the North Pole preparing for the big day?"

Santa Claus sighs. He's really let himself go. The red suit's got lard and chilli sauce and bits of lettuce all over it. His apron's in a mess and he just looks fed up and like he really doesn't want to be serving up kebabs for a living.

"Well," Santa says at last, "the business has gone belly up. With the recession, the credit crunch and all, the toy industry is fucked. I had to sack some of the elves, make cut backs in quality and we just lost our competitive edge. Plus we wound up the delivery side and subcontracted out to Royal Mail. But... It didn't help. The receivers came in, asset-stripped the business and we went into liquidation."

"Fucking hell," the drunk says. "I'm really sorry, it kind of takes the tradition out of Christmas in a way."

"Yeah," says Santa Claus and manages a wan smile. "Well enough of me and my woes. What can I get you?"

The drunk says, "I'll have a large Donner."

"Sorry," says Santa. "We're all out of Donner.......Will Blitzen do instead?"

Serves yoiu right, calling me shit.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Fri 6 Nov 2009, 14:10, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

Not as good as I was hoping
but it'll do, you got a click
( Bert Monkeysex is waiting for the mods to delete him, Fri 6 Nov 2009, 14:13, Reply)