Tuesday, 19 May 2009

In th'Stone Age (Early)

Æ®iç: I am a sausage.

ÐåãðøÞ: Wha?

Æ®iç: I walk upon one leg in the morning, upon one leg in the afternoon and upon one leg in the evening. What am I.

ÐåãðøÞ: A sausage?


ÐåãðøÞ: Great concept, but this "riddle" thing of yours needs a bit of tiddlying up.


Anonymous said...

Related to:

Blarg: "Knock knock"

Blog: OW! What the fuck???

Blarg: "Knock knock"

Blog: OW! Stop that, you asshole!

Blarg: "Knock knock"

Chertiozhnik said...

Mr. A, I can see how that works. Annnnd... it gets worse

Blarg: Why did the chicken cross the road.

Blog: What is a 'road'. Is it like a track.

Blarg: I guess my concept of a 'joke' will have to wait a few thousand years until the Romans arrive. So, how do you know you've got elephants in the fridge?

Blog: Whassa 'fridge'?

Blarg: Oh lordy.

Chertiozhnik said...

Blog: What is 'elephants'. Is is pandemic?

Anonymous said...

Blarg: How many Blog change fire?

Blog: Don't know. How many me change fire?

Blarg: Seven.

Blog: What's a seven?

Chertiozhnik said...

Blarg: An Angle, a Pict and a Celt walk into a bothy.

Blog: This is going to end in tears.

Blarg: I'm going to call it "tragedy".

Blog: But where's the Mole?

Blarg: The vicious Mole of Nature?

Blarg: Zackly.

Chertiozhnik said...

Blarg: It will be cathartic.

Blog: So I will prolly poo m'breeks.

Blarg: It will invoke pity and terror.

Blarg: I'm afraid I've poo'd m'breeks already.

Blarg: I am sorry for that.

Blog: Woow I just invented 6th Form humour. This is going to be a biggie.