Sick, Sick, Sick Newsroom Black Humour
This morning, just now.
Here.
Colleague 1 (matter of factly): “Another one.”
Colleague 2 (astonished): “Really? No.”
Colleague 1 (downheartened): “Fraid so.”
Me: “Wicket or prostitute?”
This ain't something else
This morning, just now.
Here.
Colleague 1 (matter of factly): “Another one.”
Colleague 2 (astonished): “Really? No.”
Colleague 1 (downheartened): “Fraid so.”
Me: “Wicket or prostitute?”
December 14th, 2006 at 9:16 am
You are going to hell.
Of course, those of us that laughed will be there with you.
December 14th, 2006 at 9:17 am
Made me snigger.
December 14th, 2006 at 9:19 am
Owzat!
All aboard, sir.
December 14th, 2006 at 12:07 pm
A bloke at work has just told me he’s now finished his Xmas shopping for his wife, “Red stilettos, fishnet stockings, a micro skirt, some crimson lip-gloss and a one-way ticket to Ipswich”.
He can have the seat in hell next to you…
December 14th, 2006 at 12:53 pm
Well which was it?
December 14th, 2006 at 1:21 pm
I’m Canadian - what’s a Wicket?
December 14th, 2006 at 1:25 pm
Luckily it was a wicket. I don’t like cricket. I do like people.
December 14th, 2006 at 1:58 pm
THey did find a fourth body though.
December 15th, 2006 at 1:13 am
And how ‘normal’ were their clothing? I found myself thinking ‘Ohh nice jacket… nasty shoes… ‘
And I did spend some time thinking how the missing girls would hate being ‘pronounced missing’ if they were being discreet.
Wickets? No chance! Dead as a dodo!
December 15th, 2006 at 10:42 am
“Wickets? No chance! Dead as a dodo!”
Like the ummm… bodies.
Bugger. I laughed at Mr Angry’s comment, now I’m joining in. Merry Christmas.