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My Left Sock.

21/12/2011

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There’s a hole in my sock,
Dear Liza, dear liza
There’s a hole in my sock
Dear Liza a hole.

Three Infantry squaddies were captured
by Taliban terrorists. They were buried
up to their necks in sand, just within
reach of a lovely stretch of water.
The most senior said to the others “They
want us to suffer from thirst, whilst
baking in the sun close to water. Don’t
give them the satisfaction… Don’t give
in”
After hours of this, the terrorists sitting
in the shade watching, noticed that the

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squaddies heads were moving in time,
from side to side.
One of the terrorists said. “Hakim, go
and see what they are doing”
Hakim returned looking bewildered and
said. “Malik, they are singing”
Malik, stunned, said “Singing, what are
they singing?”
“They are singing…….”
“Ohhhhhh I dooo, like to be beside the
seaside!”

The night before Xmas Throughout the house. Everyone was fucked Even the mouse. Dad at the brothel, …Mum with frank, I’d settled down For a nice slow wank. Outside the house I heard a right clatter, I let go of my cock To see what was the matter. Out on the lawn I saw a big dick, I knew right away It was old St Nick. He came down the chimney like a bat out of hell. The big fat fucker, I think he fell. He filled all our stockings with sweets & beer, And a big rubber cock For my brother, the queer. He rose up the chimney With a thunderous fart, The big fat cunt Blew the house apart. He swore and he cursed As he rode out of sight, Shouting: I’ll be back nxt year, Have a hell of a night. An early Merry Christmas to you. and your family.

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The IPCC?

17/12/2011

A rabbit is sitting in the forest on a tree stump punching at the keys of a laptop. A fox walks past, stops and asks: “What are you writing?” “A scientific study of how rabbits eat foxes,” says the rabbit. “Whaaat?” says the fox. “You’re crazy.” “Come with me,” says the rabbit. “I’ll show you something.” An hour later, the rabbit is sitting on the tree stump with his laptop again. A wolf walks past, stops and asks: “What are you writing?” “A scientific study of how rabbits eat wolves,” says the rabbit. “Whaaat?” says the wolf. “You’re a nutcase.” “Come with me,” says the rabbit. “I’ll show you something.” An hour later, the rabbit is back on his stump with his laptop. A bear walks past, stops and asks: “What are you writing?” “A scientific study of how rabbits eat bears,” says the rabbit. “Whaaat?” says the bear. “You’re off your head.” “Come with me,” says the rabbit. “I’ll show you something.” ***** A mound of wolf and fox bones is piled up outside a cave. Beside it, a lion is gnawing at the bloodied leg of a bear. The moral of the story? The accuracy of your scientific study is irrelevant if you’re mates with the project manager.