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Donkey raffle

A Cajun named Jean Paul moved to Texas and bought a donkey from an old farmer for $100.00. The farmer agreed to deliver the donkey the next day. The next day the farmer drove up and said, "Sorry, but I got some bad news. The donkey died.""Well then, just give me my money back.""Cain't do that. I went and spent it already.""OK then, just unload the donkey.""What ya gonna do with em.""I'm gonna raffle him off.""Ya cain't raffle off a dead donkey!""Sure I can. Watch me. I just won't tell anyone he's dead."A month later the farmer met up with the Cajun and asked, "What happened with the dead donkey?""I raffled him off. I sold 500 tickets at $2.00 apiece and made a profit of $898.00.""Didn't no one complain?""Just the guy who won. So I gave him his $2.00 back."
 
This is the story of Rindercella and her sugly isters.

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> Rindercella and her sugly isters lived in a marge lansion.
Rindercella worked very hard frubbing sloors, emptying poss pits, and
shivelling shot.

> At the end of the day, she was knucking fackered.The sugly isters
were right bugly astards. One wascalled Mary Hinge, and the other was
called Betty Swallocks; they were really forrible huckers;they had
fetty sweet and fatty swannies. The sugly isters had tickets to go to
the ball, but the cotton runts would not let Rindercella go.

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> Suddenly there was a bucking fang, and her gairy fodmother appeared.
Her name was Shairy Hithole and she was a light rucking fesbian. She
turned a pumpkin and six mite wice into a hucking cuge farriage with
six dandy ronkeys who had buge hollocks and digbicks. The gairy
fodmother told Rindercella to be back by dimnlight otherwise, there
would be a cucking falamity.

> At the ball, Rindercella was dancing with the prandsome hince when
suddenly the clock struck twelve. "Mist all chucking frighty!!!" said
Rindercella, and she ran out tripping barse over ollocks,so dropping
her slass glipper.

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> The very next day, the prandsome hince knocked on Rindercella's door
and the sugly isters let him in.. Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifted her
leg and let off a fig bart.. "Who's fust jarted?" asked the prandsome
hince. "Blame that fugly ucker over there!!" said Mary Hinge.

> When the stinking brown cloud had lifted, he tried the slass glipper
on both the sugly isters without success and their feet stucking
funk.

> Betty Swallocks was ducking fisgusted and gave the prandsome hince a
knack in the kickers. This was not difficult as he had bucking fuge
halls and

> a hig bard on. He tried the slass glipper on Rindercella and it
fitted pucking ferfectly.

> Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married. The pransome hince
lived his life in lucking fuxury, and Rindercella lived hers with a
follen swanny
 
none of these is PC- but funny (no offensive menat)


I took a dyslexic bird home last night, and she ended up cooking my sock!


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I believe its not so bad having dyslexia which is of course an anagram for daily sex!


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oh yeah....but a also got a right beating last night by a 6ft 7in black bloke - all I said was "golly you're tall"
 
oh yeah....but a also got a right beating last night by a 6ft 7in black bloke - all I said was "golly you're tall"

I didn't get this one! Someone pm me and explain... lol
 
I didn't get this one! Someone pm me and explain... lol
It's a play on the word Golly which can just mean Gosh or Goodness but is also a short form of Golliwog which was a Black Ministrel doll.
 
A “Gollywog” was a harmless child’s toy, however because it was black, the term came to be used to describe a black person in a negative way, an insult, possibly something worse if there is such a thing.

Until the 1960s children often had a "gollywog" among their toys and thought little of it.

I recall the Noddy stories by Enid Blyton. The original versions included Mr Golly. He owned a garage where Noddy had his car repaired. That was tame compared to "The Gollies" who were the villians of ToyLand.

The books ultimately encountered many problems with what some would describe as political correctness up to downright racism with "The Gollies".

Noddy was described in places as "a queer little man". He regularly shared a bed with his best friend "Big Ears" who sometimes "woke up feeling a little queer".

Noddy didn't get along wery well with Mr Plod the policemean and actually drove over him at least one but never seemed to get charged.
 
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Sadly, the whole golliwog phenomenon has led to black dolls in the posession of a white child often being taken as politically incorrect.

My granddaughter has one. It was made specially for her by a frizzy haired Pacific Islander who said that anyone who had a problem with it was a racist.
 
I realise you suggested A “pm” but I think this deserves a public airing.
The “humour” (no humour there now) is supposed to come from the use of the term “golly”

A “Gollywog” was a harmless child’s toy, however because it was black, the term came to be used to describe a black person in a negative way, an insult, possibly something worse if there is such a thing.

You may also have heard of the term “Wog” which I suspect derives from the same toys name.


From Wikipedia “Gollywog”:
it has been described as the least known of the major anti-black caricatures in the United States.[1]

The reason I thought this deserved a public airing is because of the fact that you did not get the joke, I am very pleased that you did not get it, it is direct confirmation of the fact that society is changing for the better.

My assumption is that you are of the younger generation, and the thought that you are in any way different from a “black person” would never even have crossed your mind.

Actually, I am not from the "younger generation". It's quite possible that people in your neck of the woods have long held a belief that Americans are racist. Not to say there is no such thing over here. Not to say that at all. It's just not the way I was raised.

I do have a follow up question now. You put "black person" in quotes. In the U.S. I have lived through many changes in lables. The first I remember was "Negro" although I was apparently born in a changing era as that term was deemed offensive and in my early early youth, the term "colored" was introduced.
When I was about 4 or 5, we were travelling through the South from Massachusetts on our way to Florida where my father had procured a job. We pulled over at a little motel so my father could sleep after a very arduous drive. My mother and sisters and I played in the pool while my father slept. I remember going to the ladies room in the pool area and coming out to get a drink at the fountain outside. There was a sign that said "Colored only". I did not know what that meant and asked my mother. It was the first time I had ever heard that people were thought of as different classes according to skin color. (my mother seemed reluctant to tell me this, btw)

The term "colored" was short lived, I think. Then there was "black" and that stuck around for a very long time, well into my adult years. Then someone came up with "African American"

I'm not at all uncomfortable with the term "black", because I don't find anything derogatory at all. I guess since I was not taught that skin color necessarily was a determination of class. I have asked my "black" friends if they were offended by the term black or if they preferred "African American". Their response is, "Call me anything except N*****" And they didn't mean Negro.

The term "African American" upsets me, possibly out of ignorance on my part. But..... are all "black" people from Africa? One of my "white" friends is younger than I and is offended by the word "black" and asked me.... do you want to be called "pink"? I am a bit rosy, but that is just not normal in my mind, so no... I don't wish to be called pink..... that's just humiliating to point out something I am ashamed of. But there is no shame in black so I didn't quite get his point.
MY point is.... if my friend is "African American" what the hell am I? Where do I even start? Do I list Norway or England or Scotland first in my heritage with an "American" as the last?

Anyway, I digress. My question is, what is the PC term in the UK? I can't believe it would be "African Europeans" or "African British"

Again, I apologize if my questions seem ignorant. I really do wish to understand though.
 
I realise you suggested A “pm” but I think this deserves a public airing.
The “humour” (no humour there now) is supposed to come from the use of the term “golly”

A “Gollywog” was a harmless child’s toy, however because it was black, the term came to be used to describe a black person in a negative way, an insult, possibly something worse if there is such a thing.

You may also have heard of the term “Wog” which I suspect derives from the same toys name.


From Wikipedia “Gollywog”:
it has been described as the least known of the major anti-black caricatures in the United States.[1]

The reason I thought this deserved a public airing is because of the fact that you did not get the joke, I am very pleased that you did not get it, it is direct confirmation of the fact that society is changing for the better.

My assumption is that you are of the younger generation, and the thought that you are in any way different from a “black person” would never even have crossed your mind.

I am definitely NOT of the younger generation. In addition, I grew up in the Deep South before and during the Civil Rights years... and I didn't get it either. Thanks for explaining publicly. Still not funny though.
 
Have you ever watched Captain Pugwash?

There was "Roger the cabin boy" and "Seaman Staines"

to name but two of the characters.
 
You may also have heard of the term “Wog” which I suspect derives from the same toys name.
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I first heard this term back in the '50s and was told that it was short for "Wily Oriental Gentleman" and was aimed at the Arabs in the Bazaars, but since then I have seen other versions of this the most common replaces Wily with Worthy.

I suspect that it is usually useed in a derogatory sense.

Brian
 
My question is, what is the PC term in the UK? I can't believe it would be "African Europeans" or "African British"



British ... (or Scottish/Welsh0

its not the colour of your skin - but your view on life


There are a few who proud of their hertitage -( where every there forfathers came from ) thats fine - but the vast majority (and I mean the vast majority) would say British


Re the joke - i did say it was un PC

Golly -was a dutch doll - who would tell her owner off for being naughty - it then was a negative terms for anyone black - however you can still get golly dolls here - they are rare - and are ok by the PC Gestapo- but only if used inth e right context ....

i did say thejokes were un PC -

big ho-ha over the colour joke - nothing over the dyslexia one ... or the sexual one ... (what does that say)
 
i did say thejokes were un PC -

big ho-ha over the colour joke - nothing over the dyslexia one ... or the sexual one ... (what does that say)
I'd say it meant we didn't understand the racial one. Never heard of a "golly" or "gollywog" here.
 

One day a florist went to a barber for a haircut. After the cut, he asked about his bill, and the barber replied, 'I cannot accept money from you, I'm doing community service this week.' The florist was pleased and left the shop. When the barber went to open his shop the next morning, there was a 'thank you' card and a dozen roses waiting for him at his door.

Later, a cop comes in for a haircut, and when he tries to pay his bill, the barber again replied, 'I cannot accept money from you, I'm doing community service this week.' The cop was happy and left the shop. The next morning when the barber went to open up, there were a 'thank you' card and a dozen donuts waiting for him at his door.

Then a Member of Parliament came in for a haircut, and when he went to pay his bill, the barber again replied, 'I can not accept money from you. I'm doing community service this week.' The Member of Parliament was very happy and left the shop. The next morning, when the barber went to open up, there were a dozen other Members of Parliament lined up waiting for a free haircut.

And that, my friends, illustrates the fundamental difference between the citizens of our country and the politicians who run it.

BOTH, POLITICIANS AND DIAPERS
NEED TO BE CHANGED OFTEN
AND
FOR THE SAME REASON!
 
My assumption is that you are of the younger generation, and the thought that you are in any way different from a “black person” would never even have crossed your mind.

I am of the "younger generation" I have heard the term Gollywog and know what it is though I've never really heard anybody use it. My father grew up in the south, they were very poor and certainly didn't put themselves above another person because of the color of their skin. Racism was a non-issue to them. I was raised to not have prejudice because of a person's color. The problem is that too many times the "race card" gets pulled and people expect me to look the other way or put up with something that I normally wouldn't because of the color of their skin. It IS a 2-way street. There is, in my mind at least, a very LARGE difference between a black person and a n*****. Your skin doesn't have to be black to be a n*****. This term falls into the same category as the term cu**; it has it's place but should be extremely reserved.
 
I am of the "younger generation" I have heard the term Gollywog and know what it is though I've never really heard anybody use it. My father grew up in the south, they were very poor and certainly didn't put themselves above another person because of the color of their skin. Racism was a non-issue to them. I was raised to not have prejudice because of a person's color. The problem is that too many times the "race card" gets pulled and people expect me to look the other way or put up with something that I normally wouldn't because of the color of their skin. It IS a 2-way street. There is, in my mind at least, a very LARGE difference between a black person and a n*****. Your skin doesn't have to be black to be a n*****. This term falls into the same category as the term cu**; it has it's place but should be extremely reserved.

Well said ...
 
Here is a small collection of jokes that were sent to me.


The Garage Door

A boss walked into the office one morning not knowing his zipper was down and his fly area wide open. His assistant walked up to him and said, "This morning when you left your house, did you close your garage door?" The boss told her he knew he'd closed his garage door, and walked into his office puzzled by the question.

As he finished his paperwork, he suddenly noticed his fly was open, and zipped it up. He then understood his assistant's question about his "garage door."

When he headed out for a cup of coffee, he paused by her desk. "When my garage door was open, did you see my Hummer parked in there?" He asked.

She smiled and said, "No, I didn't. All I saw was an old mini van with two flat tires.

Two elderly gentlemen

from a retirement center were sitting on a bench under a tree when one turned to the other and said: "I'm 83 years old and I'm just full of aches and pains. I know you're about my age. How do you feel?"
Te other said: "I feel just like a newborn baby."

"Really, you feel like a newborn baby?", the first replied.

"Yes I do. I have no hair, no teeth, and I think I just wet my pants."

Hospital regulations

require a wheelchair for patients that are being discharged.

However, while working as a student nurse, I found one elderly gentleman already dressed and sitting on the bed with a suitcase at his feet, who insisted hedidn't need my help to leave the hospital.

After a chat about rules being rules, he reluctantly let me wheel him to the elevator. On the way down I asked him if his wife was meeting him. "I don't know," he said. "She's still upstairs in the bathroom changing out of her hospital gown."

A couple in their nineties

were both having problems remembering things.

During a checkup, their doctor tells them that they're physically okay, but they might want to start writing things down to help them remember.

Later that night, while watching TV, the man gets up from his chair. "Want anything while I'm in the kitchen?" he asks.

"Will you get me a bowl of ice cream?" His wife asked.

"Sure thing," he replied.

"Don't you think you should write it down so you can remember it, like the doctor told us to?" she asked.

"No, I can remember it." He assured her.

"I'd like some strawberries on top, too. Maybe you should write it down, sonot to forget it?" she asked.

"I can remember that," he said. "You want a bowl of ice cream with strawberries."

"I'd also like whipped cream. I'm certain you'll forget that, so please write it down." she said.

Irritated, he said, "I don't need to write it down, I can remember it! Ice cream with strawberries and whipped cream – I've got it, for goodness sake!"

Then he went off to the kitchen.

After about 20 minutes, the old man returned from the kitchen and hands his wife a plate of bacon and eggs.

She stared at the plate for a moment and finally said "Where's my toast?"

A senior citizen

said to his eighty-year old buddy:

"I hear you're getting married?"

"Yes I am!"

"Do I know her?"

"Nope!"

"Is she good looking?"

"Not really."

"Is she a good cook?"

"Nope, she can't cook very well."

"Does she have lots of money?"

"Nope! Poor as a church mouse."

"Is she good in bed?"

"I don't know, we haven't done it yet."

"Then why in the world do you want to marry her?"

"Because she can still drive!"

Three old guys

were out walking, and the first one said, "Windy, isn't it?" "I believe that it's Thursday!" The second one said. The third one replied, "So am I. Let's go get a beer."

An 82 year-old man

named Morris went to the doctor to get a physical.
Not too long after that, the doctor saw Morris walking down the street with a gorgeous young woman on his arm.

At his next visit, the doctor spoke to Morris and said, "You're really doing great, aren't you?"

"Just doing what you said," Morris replied, "you told me to get a hot mamma and be cheerful."
The doctor said, "I didn't exactly say that, Morris. What I said was that you've got a heart murmur and be careful."

A little old man

shuffled slowly into an ice cream parlor and pulled himself slowly, painfully, up onto a stool. After catching his breath, he ordered a banana split.

The waitress asked kindly, "Crushed nuts?"

"No," he replied, "Just a bad case of arthritis."
 
For all Who Work With Rude Customers, isn't it a shame WE can't actually do this!


An award should go to the Virgin Airlines desk attendant in Sydney some months ago for being smart and funny, while making her point, when confronted with a passenger who probably deserved to fly as cargo.

A crowded Virgin flight was cancelled after Virgin's 767s had been withdrawn from service. A single attendant was re-booking a long line of inconvenienced travellers. Suddenly an angry passenger pushed his way to the desk. He slapped his ticket down on the counter and said,
"I HAVE to be on this flight and it HAS to be FIRST CLASS".

The attendant replied, "I'm sorry, sir. I'll be happy to try to help you, but I've got to help these people first, and I'm sure we'll be able to work something out."

The passenger was unimpressed. He asked loudly, so that the passengers behind him could hear, "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I AM?"

Without hesitating, the attendant smiled and grabbed her public address microphone: "May I have your attention please? May I have your attention please?" She began, as her voice heard clearly throughout the terminal.

"We have a passenger here at Desk 14 WHO DOES NOT KNOW WHO HE IS. If anyone can help him find his identity, please come to Desk 14."

With the folks behind him in line laughing hysterically, the man glared at the Virgin attendant, gritted his teeth and said, "F#$% you!"

Without flinching, she smiled and said, "I'm sorry sir, but you'll have to get in line for that too."
 
"A son asks his dad the difference between theoretically & realistically. The dad says that's hard, but I've got an idea. Ask your mum if she would sleep with the milkman for 1m GBP. The mum says yes.

Now go and ask your sister if she would sleep with the newspaper man for 2m GBP. Sister says yes.

Well there you go son, theoretically we would be sitting on 3m GBP, realistically we're living with 2 sluts!
 

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