Scribblings from the Mitchy Side

It was one of Those Days today at work, where we had an attack of the sillies mid-afternoon. PartyGirl started it, naturally, by recounting one of the few jokes she can remember. To wit:

A group of tourists were in Australia and being given a guide tour of the bush. Suddenly they hear the familiar strains of a pop song .."Dancing Queeeen, young and sweet, only seventeeeeeen!". "Oooh!" says the guide, "that's an Abba-rigonal!"

Well, when we'd finished groaning, she was inspired to dig out a Bloke's Joke Book that was in her desk drawer (no, I don't know why it was there, I didn't feel like asking :)) and started reading out various jokes of very varied quality until even TooBrightTies was lured out of his office to listen in :)

One of the jokes that got a big giggle was "What's the definition of a man? A vibrator with a wallet." To which PG commented "I've ALWAYS said that if vibrators could mow the lawn, we wouldn't need men anyway." And when the giggling had died down, she read the best joke of the day - "How do you spot the blind man in a nudist colony? It isn't hard...."

The afternoon pretty much went downhill from there, really :D