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Alcohol (25 blagues)
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— I’m heading to the store. Do you want anything?
— I want a sense of meaning, and purpose in my life. I seek fulfillment and completeness to my soul. I want to connect to God and discover the spiritual side to me…
— Be specific, Black Label or Chivas?
- Is the glass half full or half empty?
- Don’t care, half’s not enough! Gimme the bottle!
I swiped right on a girl without a picture, and we matched.
So after a brief chat i went to go pick her up. I wasn’t expecting much, probably 300 lbs with bad skin, but hey, I was so desperate it was this or join an incel chatroom.
I walked up to the door and lo and behold, 5‘2”, baby blue eyes, strawberry blonde hair, all the right curves in all the right places. I couldn’t believe my luck.
I asked her what she did for a living. She said she taught Sunday school. Now I never had me a Christian girl, but I’m open minded so I took her to dinner.
On the way, I lit a joint and asked her if she puffs.
“Oh heaven’s no, what would I tell my Sunday school children.”
I said okay, weed’s 50/50 some people do some people don’t. And I took her to the best restaurant I knew. I ordered the steak, she ordered the lobster. I asked for the second most expensive bottle of wine on the menu. When the waitress came to pour, she said she didn’t drink.
I said “you don’t drink?!?”
“Oh heaven’s no, what would I tell my Sunday school children.”
Excellent food, sparkling conversation but I’m bummed out, I don’t know what to do with a girl like this.
So I’m driving her home and pass a cheap motel, I figure, what have I got to lose. So i ask:
“wanna get a room and knock boots?”
She says: I thought you’d never ask!
I say: Really? What are you gonna tell your Sunday school children?
She says: The same thing I tell them every week. You don’t have to drink and do drugs to have a good time!
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It’s a five minute walk from my house to the pub. It’s a thirty minute walk from the pub to my house.
The difference is staggering.
I went to the liquor store Friday afternoon on my bicycle, bought a bottle of Scotch and put it in the bicycle basket.
As I was about to leave, I thought to myself that if I fell off the bicycle, the bottle would break.
So I drank all the Scotch before I cycled home.
It turned out to be a very good decision, because I fell off my bicycle seven times on the way home.
I went to the pet shop and the owner said he had a talking centipede for sale.
I said ‘no way, centipedes don’t talk.’
The owner promised me it was a talking centipede so I purchased it and took it home with me.
A little later in that evening I went up to its tank and said ‘alright mate, I’m just popping down the pub if you fancy a few pints?’ The centipede said nothing, I scoffed and went to the pub.
The next evening I thought I’d give it another try so I went to its tank again and said ‘alright mate, I’m just popping down the pub if you fancy a few pints?’ Still absolutely no response from the centipede, so I went on my way, cursing the pet shop owner.
The following evening I thought I would give it one more try, so I went over to its tank and asked ‘alright mate, I’m just popping down the pub if you fancy a few pints?’
The centipede replied ‘I heard you the first time I’m just putting my fucking shoes on’
Me: What’s the wifi password?
Bartender: You need to buy a drink first.
Me: Okay, I’ll have a coke.
Bartender: Is Pepsi okay?
Me: Sure. How much is that?
Bartender: $3.
Me: There you go. So what’s the wifi password?
Bartender: You need to buy a drink first. No spaces, all lowercase.
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My wife stormed into the pub last night as me and the boys were downing shots of Tequila.
“You’re coming home now!” she screamed.
“No, I’m not,” I laughed.
She said, “I’m talking to the kids.”
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One whisky, 2 whiskies, 3 whiskies, 4 wihskies, 5 wihkseis, 6 wiihkseis, 7 wiyikhsiess, 8 iwyiskeisih, 8, 9, 10 wȩəhîywhïsɠyiyksiŝƨȅyiesɰs…
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Scotsman, Englishman, and an Irishman walk into a bar
Sitting in a bar the Scotsman says, “As good as this bar is, I still prefer the pubs back home. In Glasgow, there’s a wee place. The landlord goes out of his way for the locals. When you buy four drinks, he’ll buy the fifth drink.”
“Well,” said the Englishman, “At my local in London , the barman will buy you your third drink after you buy the first two.”
“Ahhh, dat’s nothin’,” said the Irishman, “back home in my favorite pub, the moment you set foot in the place, they’ll buy you a drink, then another, all the drinks you like, actually. Then, when you’ve had enough drinks, they’ll take you upstairs and see that you gets laid, all on the house!”
The Englishman and Scotsman were suspicious of the claims. The Irishman swore every word was true. Then the Englishman asked, “Did this actually happen to you?”
“Not to me, personally, no,” admitted the Irishman, “but it did happen to me sister quite a few times.”