Humour

I got away with some pretty far-out stuff about the First Christmas and surprisingly got few comments from the audience when I stepped over the line.

Well drifted is hardly the right word since a cruiser picked her up and two members of the vice squad hauled him in for questioning.

I have to be careful here since it wasn’t my intention to cast aspersions, or for that matter anything else, on anyone, but it was during the dryer business that a political hopeful knocked on our door

I know a disgusting joke about King Billy on a white horse and would tell it here but John, my esteemed editor, would only chop it so why bother?

Now I’m not saying that something bad is going to happen but if I were you I would stick close to home…

Where am I going with all this? I haven’t a clue.

I guess it is time for Orillians to move into the future, to revamp our image of how the Sunshine City is seen by the rest of the world.

Having put several thousand colorectal surgeons out of work I must now move on.

I once dated a girl name Cecilia. She had a curfew but that didn’t matter because her mother never knew if she was out or not.

His most famous poem was The Daffodils, a piece of crap every captive school child has had to recite since he wrote the damn thing in 1807.