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JOTD - 22nd May 2003 - Fancy a pint?
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Quiff Boy
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Luigi and Guido are old friends who have not seen each other for ages. They are standing on a hill above the town and Luigi is showing Guido all that he has achieved in life.
"You see those apples in the marketplace?" he says, "I grew and picked every single one of them."
"Geez", says Guido.
"And you see all those houses in the village, I painted them all, by myself," he adds.
"Wow", says an impressed Guido.
"And you see those ships in the harbor? Well I built them all with my own bare hands," Luigi says proudly, but with a hint of sadness in his voice.
"That is amazing," exclaims Guido, "you have achieved so much. But why do you seem so sad."
"Well," says Luigi,
"I grew all those apples, do the villagers call me 'Luigi the apple farmer'? No."
"I paint all those houses. Do they call me 'Luigi the house painter'?
No."
"I build all those ships. Do they call me 'Luigi the ship builder'?
No."
"But I f**k one goat..."
"You see those apples in the marketplace?" he says, "I grew and picked every single one of them."
"Geez", says Guido.
"And you see all those houses in the village, I painted them all, by myself," he adds.
"Wow", says an impressed Guido.
"And you see those ships in the harbor? Well I built them all with my own bare hands," Luigi says proudly, but with a hint of sadness in his voice.
"That is amazing," exclaims Guido, "you have achieved so much. But why do you seem so sad."
"Well," says Luigi,
"I grew all those apples, do the villagers call me 'Luigi the apple farmer'? No."
"I paint all those houses. Do they call me 'Luigi the house painter'?
No."
"I build all those ships. Do they call me 'Luigi the ship builder'?
No."
"But I f**k one goat..."
What’s the difference between a buffalo and a bison?
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Black Shuck
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it's spookily similar to my local pub
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