Found a lump, got it checked, it was the dreaded Big C, had my testicle removed, I feel like half a man, but I get to see my girls grow up. Get your self checked guys.
My wife says I'm "condescending", but she pronounces it "condense-sending". I can't correct her because that would be condescending, you see. It's killing me.
I'm embarrassed to tell people what I do for work. I do night duty at a graveyard and spend 90% of my shift telling goths to stop shagging on the gravestones. They always look like they work in CEX and they have no shame. If you do this, please stop.
My wife is a 54 year old manager. She went out for some wine with her friends last night. Today there is a traffic cone in our hallway. I love her so much.
Back when I was a teacher, I'd occasionally write an insult on a post-it note and drop it in selected colleagues pigeon-holes. Something simple like 'dickhead' or 'twat'. The carnage it caused was scintillating.
I had to quit my job as a doorman at night clubs this year because realising that I had to let people born in 2005 in made me depressed about how old I was.
When I was a milkman I wrote off the milk float by crashing it into a wall. I often forgot to deliver milk to whole streets and once gave a loaf of 2-week-old green mouldy bread to a pensioner. When I was sacked, I should have insisted all my mates were made Lord of the Dairy.
"Director Abi Anderson has assembled a great team that allows the typical pantomime characters to shine...the show is like a small Hanukkah miracle"
(Well, we think that's what it says – it's all in German😱)
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📸Jane Hobson