Thu Jan 24, 2019 12:47 pm
#1668108
Flying_john wrote:
Yet another lurker on Non Aviation thread
Yet another lurker on Non Aviation thread
Yet another lurker on Non Aviation thread
FLYER Club Member
Thu Jan 24, 2019 12:52 pm
#1668109
Patient "DoctorI have a strawberry growing on my head"
Doctor " I can give you some cream for that"
With apologies to Tommy Cooper.....
Doctor " I can give you some cream for that"
With apologies to Tommy Cooper.....
John Milner Fairly tolerant PPL/IR flying a TB 20 from Gloucestershire and Flyer Club member
Sun Jan 27, 2019 6:02 pm
#1669158
Guy goes to the doctor
“Say aah”
“Why?”
”cos me dog’s just died”
“Say aah”
“Why?”
”cos me dog’s just died”
CPL IMC FI (A) FE and owner of Blackbushe Aviation flying club
Mon Jan 28, 2019 8:12 pm
#1669525
A Yorkshireman goes to the goldsmith and asks him to make him a golden statue of his whippet.
The goldsmith asks "18 carat?"
The Yorkshireman replies "nay lad, chewin a bone will do"
The goldsmith asks "18 carat?"
The Yorkshireman replies "nay lad, chewin a bone will do"
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Middle East Peace Expert. Military strategist. Former economist and epidemiologist.
Not always entirely serious.
-Still learning -
Not always entirely serious.
-Still learning -
Tue Jan 29, 2019 7:25 am
#1669577
I've got genetic diarrhoea. It's in my jeans...
Tue Jan 29, 2019 10:06 am
#1669627
Boxkite wrote:seanxair wrote:I've got genetic diarrhoea. It's in my jeans...
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Was told it yesterday by a non flier!
Tue Jan 29, 2019 10:30 am
#1669634
seanxair wrote:Boxkite wrote:seanxair wrote:I've got genetic diarrhoea. It's in my jeans...
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Was told it yesterday by a non flier!
Thanks for posting, its better than checking back through 28 pages to make sure its not duplicated
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Waveflyer - RV7A 
Keep it simple.
Keep it simple.
Sun Feb 03, 2019 10:03 pm
#1671490
lutonwho wrote:A seal walks in to a club......
LW
Boom boom!
Sun Feb 03, 2019 10:04 pm
#1671491
There was a girl so dumb that she had to stop using a vibrator as it chipped her teeth.
Sun Feb 03, 2019 10:29 pm
#1671511
How many insects do you need to rent out an apartment?
TenAnts.
TenAnts.
Enjoy everything - Life is Short.
Mon Feb 04, 2019 10:09 am
#1671595
This “debutante” goes for a checkup “down under”.
“Aye, yer aviaries are ok” says the doc”
“Don’t you mean ovaries” she says
“Well, there’s been a cockertwo in there” he replies.
“Aye, yer aviaries are ok” says the doc”
“Don’t you mean ovaries” she says
“Well, there’s been a cockertwo in there” he replies.
Antagonise no man, for you never know the hour when you may have need of him.
Fri Feb 08, 2019 2:48 pm
#1673238
A dangling participle walks into a bar. Enjoying a cocktail and chatting with the bartender, the evening passes pleasantly.
A bar was walked into by the passive voice.
An oxymoron walked into a bar, and the silence was deafening.
Two quotation marks walk into a “bar.”
A malapropism walks into a bar, looking for all intensive purposes like a wolf in cheap clothing, muttering epitaphs and casting dispersions on his magnificent other, who takes him for granite.
Hyperbole totally rips into this insane bar and absolutely destroys everything.
A question mark walks into a bar?
A non sequitur walks into a bar. In a strong wind, even turkeys can fly.
Papyrus and Comic Sans walk into a bar. The bartender says, “Get out — we don’t serve your type.”
A mixed metaphor walks into a bar, seeing the handwriting on the wall but hoping to nip it in the bud.
A comma splice walks into a bar, it has a drink and then leaves.
Three intransitive verbs walk into a bar. They sit. They converse. They depart.
A synonym strolls into a tavern.
At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar — fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack.
A run-on sentence walks into a bar it starts flirting. With a cute little sentence fragment.
Falling slowly, softly falling, the chiasmus collapses to the bar floor.
A figure of speech literally walks into a bar and ends up getting figuratively hammered.
An allusion walks into a bar, despite the fact that alcohol is its Achilles heel.
The subjunctive would have walked into a bar, had it only known.
A misplaced modifier walks into a bar owned a man with a glass eye named Ralph.
The past, present, and future walked into a bar. It was tense.
A dyslexic walks into a bra.
A verb walks into a bar, sees a beautiful noun, and suggests they conjugate. The noun declines.
An Oxford comma walks into a bar, where it spends the evening watching the television getting drunk and smoking cigars.
A simile walks into a bar, as parched as a desert.
A gerund and an infinitive walk into a bar, drinking to forget.
A hyphenated word and a non-hyphenated word walk into a bar and the bartender nearly chokes on the irony.
A bar was walked into by the passive voice.
An oxymoron walked into a bar, and the silence was deafening.
Two quotation marks walk into a “bar.”
A malapropism walks into a bar, looking for all intensive purposes like a wolf in cheap clothing, muttering epitaphs and casting dispersions on his magnificent other, who takes him for granite.
Hyperbole totally rips into this insane bar and absolutely destroys everything.
A question mark walks into a bar?
A non sequitur walks into a bar. In a strong wind, even turkeys can fly.
Papyrus and Comic Sans walk into a bar. The bartender says, “Get out — we don’t serve your type.”
A mixed metaphor walks into a bar, seeing the handwriting on the wall but hoping to nip it in the bud.
A comma splice walks into a bar, it has a drink and then leaves.
Three intransitive verbs walk into a bar. They sit. They converse. They depart.
A synonym strolls into a tavern.
At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar — fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack.
A run-on sentence walks into a bar it starts flirting. With a cute little sentence fragment.
Falling slowly, softly falling, the chiasmus collapses to the bar floor.
A figure of speech literally walks into a bar and ends up getting figuratively hammered.
An allusion walks into a bar, despite the fact that alcohol is its Achilles heel.
The subjunctive would have walked into a bar, had it only known.
A misplaced modifier walks into a bar owned a man with a glass eye named Ralph.
The past, present, and future walked into a bar. It was tense.
A dyslexic walks into a bra.
A verb walks into a bar, sees a beautiful noun, and suggests they conjugate. The noun declines.
An Oxford comma walks into a bar, where it spends the evening watching the television getting drunk and smoking cigars.
A simile walks into a bar, as parched as a desert.
A gerund and an infinitive walk into a bar, drinking to forget.
A hyphenated word and a non-hyphenated word walk into a bar and the bartender nearly chokes on the irony.
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