The try harder if ye want a second joke thread thread.

A CNN journalist heard about a very old Jewish man who had been going to the Western Wall to pray, twice a day, every day, for a long, long time.

So she went to check it out. She went to the Western Wall and there he was, walking slowly up to the holy site.

She watched him pray and after about 45 minutes, when he turned to leave, using a cane and moving very slowly, she approached him for an interview.

"Pardon me, sir, I'm Rebecca Smith from CNN. What's your name?
"Morris Feinberg," he replied.

"Sir, how long have you been coming to the Western Wall and praying?"
"For about 60 years."

"60 years! That's amazing! What do you pray for?"
"I pray for peace between the Christians, Jews and the Muslims."
"I pray for all the wars and all the hatred to stop."
"I pray for all our children to grow up safely as responsible adults and to love their fellow man."
"I pray that politicians tell us the truth and put the interests of the people ahead of their own interests.."

"How do you feel after doing this for 60 years?"

"its like talking to a f...ing brick wall."

Cecil and Basil two gay lovers were taking a stroll by the riverbank when suddenly Basil lost his footing and fell in. In his panic he screamed "throw me a bouy throw me a bouy

Cecil standing by the river felt so proud of his friend saying. " Oh good old Basil game ball to the last"

admiralofthefleet wrote: »

So what if there's horse meat in Findus meals. Prince Charles has been eating horse for years now!

The funniest thing about this is the fact that somebody actually thanked it

I was working in Tesco last night when the girl I recently started dating bumped into me. While I was re-arranging all the washing powder in aisle 7, she stormed over and said "you lying ****, you told me you were a stunt pilot"
"No" I said "I told you I was part of the Ariel display team"

Bob was staring sadly into his beer and sighed heavily.

What’s up Bob?” asked the bartender…It’s not like you to be so down in the mouth.”

“It’s my five year old son…...” Bob replied.

“Don’t tell me, he’s in trouble for fighting in school? My lad’s just the same – forget about it; it happens to boys that age,” said the bartender, sympathetically.


“ I only wish it was that,” continued Bob “ but it’s far worse than that. The little devil has got our gorgeous 18 year old next door neighbour pregnant.”


“Get away, that’s impossible!” gasped the bartender.


“It’s not,” said Bob. "The little bugger stuck a pin in all my condoms.”