A T-Rex policeman. Ya know, long arm…
He means the box.
After that stunt, in my mind, he’s old enough already.
When you gotta pea, you gotta pea.
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Europa is already a moon. A moon of Jupiter.
“Actually, we were quite lucky, because as we toured the Vatican, a Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder, and explained that the Pope likes to meet some of the visitors, and if I’d be so kind as to step into his private room and wait, the Pope would personally greet me.
Sure enough, five minutes later, the Pope walked through the door and shook my hand! I knelt down and he spoke a few words to me"
“Oh, really! What’d he say ?”
He said: “Who the $#%^ did your hair?”
A woman was at her hairdresser’s getting her hair styled for a trip to Rome with her husband.. She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, who responded:" Rome ? Why would anyone want to go there? It’s crowded and dirty. You’re crazy to go to Rome .. So, how are you getting there?"
“We’re taking BA,” was the reply. “We got a great rate!”
“BA?” exclaimed the hairdresser.. " That’s a terrible airline. Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly, and they’re always late. So, where are you staying in Rome ?"
“We’ll be at this exclusive place over on Rome ’s Tiber River called Teste.”
“Don’t go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks its gonna be something special and exclusive, but it’s really a dump.”
“We’re going to go to see the Vatican and maybe get to see the Pope.”
“That’s rich,” laughed the hairdresser. You and a million other people trying to see him. He’ll look the size of an ant. Good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You’ll need it…"
A month later, the woman came in for a hairdo. The hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome
“It was wonderful,” explained the woman, "not only were we on time in one of BA’s brand new planes, but it was overbooked, and they bumped us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful, and I had a handsome 28-year-old steward who waited on me hand and foot.
And the hotel was great! They’d just finished a £5 million remodeling job, and now it’s a jewel, the finest hotel in the city. They too, were overbooked, so they apologized and gave us their owner’s suite at no extra charge!"
“Well,” muttered the hairdresser, “that’s all well and good, but I bet you didn’t get to see the Pope.”
A duck walks into a pub and orders a pint of beer and a ham sandwich.
The barman says, “Hang on! You’re a duck.”
“I see your eyes are working,” replies the duck.
“And you can talk!” exclaims the barman.
“Your ears work, too,” says the duck. “Can I have my beer and sandwich please?”
“Certainly, sorry about that,” says the barman, and pulls the duck’s pint. “We don’t get many ducks in this pub. What are you doing around this way?”
“I’m working on the building site across the road,” explains the duck. “I’m a plasterer.”
The flabbergasted barman wants to learn more, but takes the hint when the duck pulls out a newspaper and proceeds to read it.The duck reads his paper, drinks his beer, eats his sandwich, bids the barman good day and leaves.The same thing happens for two weeks.
Then one day the circus comes to town.The ringmaster comes into the pub for a pint and the barman says to him “You’re with the circus, aren’t you? Well, I know this duck that could be just brilliant in your circus. He talks, drinks beer, eats sandwiches, reads the newspaper and everything!”
“Sounds marvellous,” says the ringmaster, handing over his business card. “Get him to give me a call.”
Next day, when the duck comes into the pub the barman says, “Hey Mr. Duck, I reckon I can line you up with a top job, paying really good money.”
“I’m always looking for the next job,” says the duck. “Where is it?”
“At the circus,” says the barman.
“The circus?” repeats the duck.
“That’s right,” replies the barman.
“The circus?” the duck asks again. “With the big tent?"
“Yeah,” the barman replies.
“With all the animals who live in cages, and performers who live in caravans?” says the duck.
“Of course,” the barman replies.
“And the tent has canvas sides and a big canvas roof with a hole in the middle?” persists the duck.
“That’s right!” says the barman.
The duck shakes his head in amazement, and says:
“What the f&%$ would they want with a plasterer??