The scene is set, a dark night, cold wind blowing, campfire
flickering, stars twinkling in the dark sky.
Three hang-glider pilots sitting by the campfire, one from
Australia, one from Seth Ifrika and one from New Zulland.
Each embroiled in the bravado for which they are famous, the night Of
tales begins...
Kiven the Kiwi says:
"I must be the meanest, toughest, heng glider there es. Why, jist
the other day I linded in a field and scared a crocodeale, who came out
of the swamp and ate sux min who were standen close by.
I grebbed the crocodeale and wristled him to du ground and killed em
with my beer hends"
Alan from South Africa who typically can't stand to be bettered said:
"Well you guys, I lended orfter a 200 mile flight in my heng glider no a
tiny trail, and a Namibian snike slid out from under a rock and made
a move on me. I grebbed de borsted with me bare hinds and beet it's head
off ind then sucked the poison from it's body down in one gulp. End I'm
still here today"
Terry, the Aussie remained silent, slowly stoking the fire with his penis.
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3 polar bears were paddling across the arctic ocean from burg to burg.
Muma,papa and baby bear.
Baby bear to Mumma "am I a polar bear mumma?", well of course was the reply from Mumma.
A few more Km's paddling and the same ? was asked by Baby bear "am I a polar bear mumma?", well of course was the reply from Mumma but please keep up with us love..
As the 3 bears climbed up on to the ice burg and starting to rest their tired bodies the same ? was asked "am I a polar bear mumma?", Mumma bear " why do you keep repeating the same question dear?
Baby bear " cause I'm f***in freezing"!!!!!!!!
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