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    • MeanElevator@aussie.zone
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      1 year ago

      Have you heard about the wooden car with a wooden engine, wooden windows, wooden suspension and wooden wheels?

      Wouldn’t start

    • PeelerSheila @aussie.zone
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      1 year ago

      Q: What do you call a man with a tree on his head? A: Cliff

      Q: What do you call a man with a shovel stuck in his head? A: Doug

      Q: What do you call a man without a shovel stuck in his head? A: Douglas

      Q: What do you call an Irishman who’s been buried for 50 years? A: Pete

      Q: What do you call a man hiding in a garbage bag full of leaves? A: Russell

      Q: What do you call a man with a picture frame around his neck? A: Art

      Q: What do you call a woman with one leg? A: Eileen

      Q: What do you call a man floating at the end of the pier? A: Bob

      Q: What do you call a man with 50 rabbits up his bum? A: Warren

                • StudSpud The Starchy@aussie.zone
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                  1 year ago

                  bruh, you’re meant to be like “to who” and i come back all like “eh actually it’s to whom

                  Knock knock jokes dont work over text I guess heh.

                  Here’s a funny story. One time I got really drunk at that Hophaus place on Southbank. I was farked, totally smashed, by myself, and had to get the train back to Epping. I was doing really well on the train, felt like spewing, but didn’t… until the train pulled up at Epping. I stood up and just hurled everything in me onto the floor… and then I exited. When I got to the top of the stairs of the station, I whipped out my myki super cool-like. In my mind I was slick and touched off smooth and easy; in reality I swaying two meters away and threw my myki like a ninja-star at the machine. The PSOs laughed at me and sent me on my 20 minutes walk home in the dark.

                  Fuck that was fun and funny. Enjoy.