Nails Are One Thing You Don’t Want To Screw With.

“Fight Against Stupidity And Bureaucracy”


Neither is Pun Day.

Another selection of wonderful word play for you to….

Enjoy or endure!




Sometimes pregnancy lasts so long

it seems like a maternity.




How many nihilists does it take

to sharpen a pencil?

One, but there’s still no point.




I dropped my barometer earlier.

Just couldn’t handle the pressure.




What do you call a man

with three balls?

…a juggler.




Uncle Ben found dead.

No more Mr Rice guy.

 Uncle Ben



I just invented a joke about helium.

Unfortunately it doesn’t go down well.




You know that you’re getting old

when your narrow waist swaps

places with your broad mind.

 getting old



Apparently a truck carrying boxes of wigs has overturned,

spilling its load across the freeway.

Police are combing the area.

 boxes of wigs



I saw a woman crying as she

was buying tampons earlier.

Must be going through a

tough period in her life.

 woman crying



This man was about to throw dough,

cheese and tomatoes at me.

I said, “You wanna pizza me?”




Looking after my kid is

proving to be expensive.

I’ve just had to buy a baby monitor,

for crying out loud.

 baby monitor



The hospital told me there is a problem

with my son’s blood and he should have

a plasma screen as soon as possible.

They were going to charge me $10,000,

but I managed to buy him a 50″ HDTV

in WalMart for less than a grand.

 50 inch HDTV



Now I hear that the NSA are employing

dwarfs to break into people’s homes

and install listening devices.

The little buggers.

 little buggers



What happens if you swallow uranium?

You get atomic ache.

 uranium alert



What do you call a Scottish lady who comes round

and decorates your bathroom?

Bonnie Tiler.





One For The Rod

“Fight Against Stupidity And Bureaucracy”


How about a short story of love, betrayal, and revenge to end the week?



The divorce had just become final and she was preparing to remove all her remaining belongings from what had been “their” house.

On the first day, she sadly packed her belongings into boxes, crates and suitcases.

On the second day, she had the movers come and collect her things.

On the third day, she sat down for the last time at their beautiful dining-room table, by candle-light. She put on some soft background music, and feasted on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviar, and a bottle of spring-water.

When she had finished, she went into each and every room and deposited a few half-eaten shrimps dipped in caviar into the hollow centre of the curtain rods.

Then she cleaned up the kitchen and left.

On the fourth day, her ex-husband came back to the house with his new girlfriend, and at first all was bliss.

Then, slowly, the house began to smell.

They tried everything; cleaning, mopping, and airing-out the place.


Vents were checked for dead rodents, and carpets were steam cleaned.

Air fresheners were hung everywhere.

Exterminators were brought in to set off gas canisters, during which time the two had to move out for a few days.

In the end they even paid to replace the expensive wool carpeting.

Nothing worked!

People stopped coming over to visit.

Repairmen refused to work in the house.

The maid quit.


Finally, the ex and his new girl couldn’t take the stench any longer, and decided they had to move.

But a month later – even though they’d cut their price in half – they couldn’t find a buyer for such a stinky house.

Word got out, and eventually even the local realtors refused to return their calls.

Finally, unable to wait any longer for a purchaser, they had to borrow a huge sum of money from the bank to buy a new place.

It was then that she called her ex-husband and asked how things were going.

He told her the saga of the rotting house.

She listened politely and said that she missed her old home terribly and would be willing to reduce her divorce settlement in exchange for having the house.

He was so desperate to get rid of the unsaleable house, that he agreed on a price that was only 1/10 th of what the house had been worth.

And because he knew she could have no idea how bad the smell really was, he wasn’t going to give her any time to visit the place again.

The deal was good only if she would sign the papers that very day!

She agreed.

Within two hours his lawyers delivered the completed paperwork which she duly signed.

A week later her ex-husband and his girlfriend stood smiling as they watched the moving company pack everything to take to their new home…….


……and to spite the ex-wife, they even took the curtain rods too!


Aren’t happy endings just great?