Toilet Poem

Irish Diesel Fitter

> THE IRISH DIESEL FITTER
> Paddy and Mick were both laid
> off, so they went to the unemployment office. When
> asked his occupation,
>
> Paddy answered, "Knicker
> Stitcher. I sew da elastic onto ladies' knickers
> and thongs."
>
> The clerk looked up Knicker
> Stitcher on his computer and, finding it classified
> as unskilled
>
> labour, he gave him 80 dollars
> a week unemployment pay.
>
> Mick was next in and when asked
> his occupation replied, "Diesel Fitter."
>
> Since a diesel fitter was a
> skilled job, the clerk gave Mick 160 dollars a
> week.
>
> When Paddy found out he was
> furious. He stormed back into the office to find
> out
>
> why his friend and co-worker
> was collecting double his pay.
>
> The clerk explained, "Knicker
> Stitchers are unskilled labour and Diesel Fitters
> are skilled labour."
>
> "What skill?" yelled Paddy. "I
> sew da elastic on da knickers and thongs, then Mick
> puts 'em over his head and says: "Yep, diesel
> fitter."

After making da love

The Italian says, "When I've a finsheda makina da love with my girlfriend I go down and gently tickle the back of her knees, she floatsa 6 inches abovea da bed in ecstasy".

The Frenchman replies, "Zat is nothing, when Ah 'ave finished making ze love with ze girlfriend Ah kiss all ze way down h'er body and zen Ah lick ze soles of her feet wiz mah tongue and she floats 12 inches above zebed in pure ecstasy".

The South-African says, "Bru, that's nothing. When I've finished pomping my cherry, I sommer get out of bed, cruise over to the window and wipe my tottie on the curtains... she hits the roof, ek sê !!!

General Information

Next Life

In my next life I want to live my life backwards. You start out dead and get that out of the way. Then you wake up in an old people's home feeling better every day. You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, and then when you start work, you get a gold watch and a party on your first day. You work for 40 years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You party, drink alcohol, and are generally promiscuous, then you are ready for high school. You then go to primary school, you become a kid, you play. You have no responsibilities, you become a baby until you are born. And then you spend your last 9 months floating in luxurious spa-like conditions with central heating and room service on tap, larger quarters every day and then Voila! You finish off as an orgasm!

I rest my case.

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