Friday 15th June joke thread
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Friday 15th June joke thread
Terminal 3...............
A guy sitting at a bar at Heathrow Terminal 3 noticed a really beautiful woman sitting next to him.
He thought to himself: "Wow, she's so gorgeous she must be an off duty Flight Attendant. But which airline does she work for?"
Hoping to pick her up, he leaned towards her and uttered the Delta slogan: "Love to fly and it shows?"
She gave him a blank, confused stare and he immediately thought to himself: "Damn, she doesn't work for Delta."
A moment later, another slogan popped into his head.
He leaned towards her again, "Something special in the air?"
She gave him the same confused look. He mentally kicked himself, and scratched Singapore Airlines off the list.
Next he tried the Thai Airways slogan: "Smooth as Silk."
This time the woman turned on him, "What the f*** do you want?"
The man smiled, then slumped back in his chair, and said "Ahhh, Ryanair".
A guy sitting at a bar at Heathrow Terminal 3 noticed a really beautiful woman sitting next to him.
He thought to himself: "Wow, she's so gorgeous she must be an off duty Flight Attendant. But which airline does she work for?"
Hoping to pick her up, he leaned towards her and uttered the Delta slogan: "Love to fly and it shows?"
She gave him a blank, confused stare and he immediately thought to himself: "Damn, she doesn't work for Delta."
A moment later, another slogan popped into his head.
He leaned towards her again, "Something special in the air?"
She gave him the same confused look. He mentally kicked himself, and scratched Singapore Airlines off the list.
Next he tried the Thai Airways slogan: "Smooth as Silk."
This time the woman turned on him, "What the f*** do you want?"
The man smiled, then slumped back in his chair, and said "Ahhh, Ryanair".
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The madam opened the brothel door to see a dignified well-dressed
good-looking man in his 50s or maybe early 60s. "May I help you?" she
asked. "I want to see Valerie," the man replied.
"Sir, Valerie is one of our most expensive ladies. Perhaps you would prefer someone else," said
the madam. "No. I must see Valerie," was the man's reply. Just then,
Valerie appeared and announced to the man that she charged £1,000 a visit.
Without hesitation, the man pulled out a wad of notes, gave them to
Valerie, and they went upstairs.
After an hour, the man calmly left. The next night, the same man appeared
again, demanding to see Valerie. Valerie explained that none had ever
come back two nights in a row- she was too expensive-and there were no
discounts. The price was still £1,000.
Again the man pulled out the money, gave it to Valerie and they went upstairs.
After an hour, he left.
The following night the man was there again. Everyone was astounded that
he had come for the third consecutive night, but he paid Valerie and they
went upstairs. After their session, Valerie questioned the man. "No one has
ever been with me three nights in a row. Where are you from?" she asked.
The man replied, "Ashford." "Really" she said. "I have family in
Ashford."
"I know," the man said. "Your father died, and I am your sister's
Accountant. She asked me to give you your £3,000 inheritance."
good-looking man in his 50s or maybe early 60s. "May I help you?" she
asked. "I want to see Valerie," the man replied.
"Sir, Valerie is one of our most expensive ladies. Perhaps you would prefer someone else," said
the madam. "No. I must see Valerie," was the man's reply. Just then,
Valerie appeared and announced to the man that she charged £1,000 a visit.
Without hesitation, the man pulled out a wad of notes, gave them to
Valerie, and they went upstairs.
After an hour, the man calmly left. The next night, the same man appeared
again, demanding to see Valerie. Valerie explained that none had ever
come back two nights in a row- she was too expensive-and there were no
discounts. The price was still £1,000.
Again the man pulled out the money, gave it to Valerie and they went upstairs.
After an hour, he left.
The following night the man was there again. Everyone was astounded that
he had come for the third consecutive night, but he paid Valerie and they
went upstairs. After their session, Valerie questioned the man. "No one has
ever been with me three nights in a row. Where are you from?" she asked.
The man replied, "Ashford." "Really" she said. "I have family in
Ashford."
"I know," the man said. "Your father died, and I am your sister's
Accountant. She asked me to give you your £3,000 inheritance."
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