Food For Thought.

Wallace

Waiter Waiter.

There's an elephant in my soup.

Jesus Christ the son of a self employed joiner, said the waiter.

How the bloody hell did i miss that.

PS.

He should have went to spec savers.

  • Author: Wallace (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 7th, 2018 02:05
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Lorna

    A great laugh this morning - thank you.

    • Wallace

      Thank you Lorna.

    • Tony36

      LOL!

      • Wallace

        Thank you Tony36.

        • Tony36

          Welcome



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