My ex-wife phoned me saying "Your son has been arrested for starting a fire." "Arson", I corrected her.
So! Wanting to do my bit, I volunteered for the vaccine trials for Covid-19 here in Glasgow, and according to the medical handout, the vaccine was made by a Russian Pharmaceutical company... I received my first shot on Monday and wanted to let you know that it’s completely safe with иo side effects whatsoeveя, and that I feelshκι χoρoshό я чувствую себя немного странно и я думаю, что вытащил ослиные уши.
We had a takeaway from the local Gurkha Kitchen on Sunday night and I was wondering... If I want to adjust the spiciness, is that tweaking your Nepals?
Was hearing about that one legged Chinese athlete, who won the local "hop skip and jump" event... his name was Wan Jem Shoo.
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Jane and Arlene are outside their nursing home, having a drink and a smoke, when it starts to rain. Jane pulls out a condom, cuts off the end, puts it over her cigarette, and continues smoking. Arlene: What in the hell is that? Jane: A condom. This way my cigarette doesn't get wet. Arlene: Where did you get it? Jane: You can get them at any pharmacy. The next day, Arlene hobbles herself into the local pharmacy and announces to the pharmacist that she wants a box of condoms. The pharmacist, obviously embarrassed, looks at her kind of strangely (she is, after all, over 80 years of age), but very delicately asks what size, texture, brand of condom she prefers. 'Doesn't matter Sonny, as long as it fits on a Camel.' The pharmacist fainted.
