Jerf Roberwitz
Sunday 6th January 2008 2:12am [Edited]
Fleet
592 posts
One corner of the sitting room.
Arthur the knife thrower………Just been to the funeral of an old pal of mine.
Madge the contortionist………What, was he?
Arthur………..Cremated.
Madge……..How did it go, the funeral?
Arthur………Sad, but the service went on for ever.
Fred the comic, reading the paper by the window but listening, as usual.
What did he die of, asbestosis?
Great Edwardo the magican walks into the room shaking his head…..I didn’t know
you could still catch them.
Sammy theVentriloquist……What’s that then?
Fred, listening again…….Who said that?
Great Edwardo…….Multi cellular parasites.
Fred…….Go and sit outside. What the hell are them, it’s not catching is it?
Great Edwardo….Worms.
Sammy….. Can’t you make them disappear?
Fred……Oi! that’s my game. Worms, but you hate fishing, boom, boom.
So what did the doctor give you, besides a rod and a permit?
Great Edwardo….Some jollop or other, to make me go.
Sammy ……I could use some of that, bit bunged up you know, getting old. Years ago
I could piss like a horse and crap like an elephant, every morning, six o clock on the
dot.
Fred……I still do, six o clock, on the dot.
Sammy ……Lucky bugger.
Fred……. Wish I didn’t, don’t get up till 7, Elsie’s fed up with it