At one hundred years of age she was asked
At her age what thing
gave her the most pleasure?
She thought for a
moment before she replied
The most satisfying thing was “No peer pressure”
At one hundred years of age she was asked
At her age what thing
gave her the most pleasure?
She thought for a
moment before she replied
The most satisfying thing was “No peer pressure”
Why do you look bemused?
It’s just our point of
view
But sometimes we are
not
Thinking about you
Please don’t get me wrong
It’s not that I’m a
prude
And under the right
circumstances
I quite like being
rude
But at the end of the
day
I just find Keith
Lemon crude
My wife went to the beauty parlour
And had a mudpack
applied
Which improved her
appearance
Until it fell off and
she cried
The jury foreman clearly announced
To the court "Not guilty of robbery"
The defendant asked his solicitor
"Does that mean I
can keep the money?"
This is the way the farmers ride
Hobbledy-hoy!
Hobbledy-hoy!
This is the way the farmers ride
Get off my land you rambling bastards
Are you wearing tinsel in your hair?
Sitting atop your
golden curls
You look so very
angelic to me
A jewel more precious
than pearls
But looks can be
deceiving
Angel with the golden
curls
And later on, I might
well discover
You’re one of the
naughty girls