(Bad)Joke Appreciation Corner


A drunk was holding on for dear life onto a pole.

Pst... hey... psst kemove..rhheere... yeag... you... can..you do me... a ... favour... count the lumbs on me head... pleass...sir...

And so, the passerby counted the lumps on his head. 4 it were.

Oh good! said the drunkard.... just one more pole to go and I am home...
 
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