A Scottish Sergeant Major, in full dress uniform, marches into a pharmacy. Very carefully he opens his sporran and pulls out a neatly folded cotton bandana, unfolds it to reveal a smaller silk square handkerchief, which he also unfolds - to reveal a condom. The condom has a number of patches on it. The chemist holds it up and eyes it critically. "How much to repair it?' he asks the chemist. "Six pence" says the chemist. "How much for a new one?" "Ten pence" says the chemist. He painstakingly folds the condom into the silk square handkerchief and the cotton bandana, replaces it carefully in his sporran, and marches out of the door, shoulders back and kilt swinging. A moment or two later the chemist hears a great shout go up outside, followed by an even greater shout. He marches back into the chemists and addresses the proprietor, this time with a grin on his face. "The regiment has taken a vote," he says. "We'll have a new one
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dristarg Yeah, I suppose saying you work nights is better than saying that you're really a rent boy, but it just doesn't have the same ring to it
19 min ago - View Post
dogsbody14 *Yawn* I work night shifts,you thick peado cunt! How many more times?? Have you heard of work, or are you a leftist benefit scrounging cuntbag? However, hanging around primary school gates with bags of Haribo doesn't count.....
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lennyscrevasse Dogfucker, you should go to bed at a normal time. I know you love your dark web stuff and going out in the dark to molest stray dogs, but you'll be so much happier with a good night's sleep after your canine raping
6 hours ago - View Post
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