WE ARE...
Enter YourJokes
A man walks into an extremely posh restaurant, sits down and waves the
waiter over. "I want to see the cocksucking motherfucking boss now!".
Naturally the waiter is a bit taken aback and says:"Would you please
refrain from from using that kind of language in here sir. I'll get the
manager as soon as I can."
When the manager comes over the bloke greets him with:" Are you
the chicken fucking manager of this bastarding joint?"
"Yes sir I am but I would prefer it if you did not use that kind of
language in this restaurant. There are respectable guests dining here."
The bloke retorts:"Screw you anus features. Where's the fucking piano?"
The manager is a bit puzzled and the asks the man to explain himself.
"You stupid smelly dickhead are you fucking deaf or what? Where's the
twatting piano?"
"Ah", says the manager, "you've come about the pianist job we
advertised in the paper."
"Too fucking right", came the reply.
The manager takes him over to the piano but begs him not to speak into the
microphone. "Can you play any blues?"
The bloke starts to play the most beautiful blues ever heard. "That's
superb", gasps the manager. "What's it called?"
"I want to shag your missus on the sofa but the springs keep hurting my
knob-end"
The manager is a little perturbed. "Hmmm....well do you know any jazz?"
The man plays the most melancholy piece of jazz the manager has ever heard.
"What's it called?"
"I wanked over the washing machine but my bollocks got caught
in the powder drawer".
The manager is now a tad embarrassed. "Well do you know any romantic ballads?"
The bloke plays the most heart wrenching melody ever. "That
was fantastic", crooned the manager. "What's that one called?", immediately
wishing that he hadn't asked.
"Shagging sheep under the stars with the moonlight shining on
my hairy ring piece".
The manager finds the pianist's language totally repulsive but he is so
moved by his music that he hires him on condition that he never introduces his songs.
He agrees, and the arrangement goes swimmingly for a couple of weeks. Until
one night when the pianist sneaks off for a wank. He nips off to the staff toilets,
grits his teeth and starts buffing his banana. Just as he is
coming he hears the manager shouting "Where the fuck is that pianist".
So he whips up his trousers and returns to the piano and starts to play some
more tunes.
After a couple of minutes a woman approaches him and whispers:
"Do you know your bollocks and knob are hanging out of your trousers
dribbling come all over your shoes?"
"Know it", replied the pianist, "I fucking wrote it!!"