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A skelton walks into a pub. He asks for a beer and a mop.
(That's it.)
A priest walks into a pub. He says to the barman, "Can you tell me where the little boy's room is?"
A font walks into a pub. The barman says, "Sorry, we don't serve your type."
A baby seal walks into a club.
(That's it! Sorry, animal rights peps. God, these pub jokes are sooo offensive! Watch, I'm gonna make 'em all PC.)
A woman walks into a pub. Fuck, she thinks, I've just colonised a male-dominated joke format.
No, seriously, a woman walks into a pub. She says to the barman, "I'd like a double entendre, please." And guess what? He gave her one. |
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