steve
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My neighbours listen to great music.
Whether they like it or not…
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I go to the toilet for two reasons…
Number one and number two.
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What’s a Forklift?
Food, usually…
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In my teenage years when trying to make friends with alcohol, it was often referred to as ‘the big white telephone’…I’ll let you envisage the rest.
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Hahaahahaahaha
No mattter how hard you shouted Hughie never replied. 
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talking to God…
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Technicolor yawn.
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riding the porcelain Honda
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The England squad visited an orphanage in Russia one day.
“It’s heartbreaking to see their sad little faces with no hope” said Vladimir, aged 6.
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Our teenage version of that was ‘talking to Ralph on the big white phone’. Some intercontinental community, eh?
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It was “shouting for Ruth” where I come from, not helped by the fact that a good friend and I both had girlfriends called Ruth at the time.
Ruuuuuuuth….
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Lovely joke …will be enjoyed by my two granddaughters who are currently obsessed with the Brontës , Jane Austen and Anthony Trollope .
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And, in the land of Billy Connolly, it was shouting for Hughie and Ralph into the big white telephone.
Ah, Happy Days.
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That Brontë joke got a mention back in September, post #3581. Very good it is too.
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My Maths teacher hated negative numbers.
Turns out he’d stop at nothing to avoid them.
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And my Physics teacher told me I had potential.
Then he pushed me down the stairs.
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That’s shocking, what a difference!
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I’ve never got the point of decimals
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