It made me laugh

However you want to spell it (humor/humour), it’s the stuff that I find funny. That doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll agree with me but luckily it’s a free world.

Four-part koalatastrophe

koalaWhy did the koala bear fall out of the tree?
He had no arms.

Why did the second koala bear fall out of the tree?
He was holding onto the first koala.

Why did the third koala bear fall out of the tree?
He thought it was a game.

Why did the girl fall off her bike?
She got hit by a falling koala bear.


Tweet, tweet

What’s yellow, weighs one ton and whistles?

Two half ton canaries.


Ducking hell

Why do ducks have flat feet?
For stamping out forest fires.

Why do elephants have flat feet?
For stamping out flaming ducks.


The Father, the Son and the Holy-moly


Wonder what gave it away?



A fair comparison

Husband noticed the wife reading a cook book and says “don’t know why you looking at that, cause you sure can’t cook!”

Wife replies: “Same reason you look at Porn”.


A variation on fast food

CabbageWhat’s green and flies at 500km an hour?
A cabbage tied behind a plane.

What’s yellow and flies at 500km an hour?
Same cabbage 3 weeks later.


A letter to Santa … after the fact

Dear Santa,

santa-be-naughty You must be surprised that I’m writing to you today, the 26th of December. Well, I would very much like to clear up certain things that have occurred since the beginning of the month, when, filled with illusion, I wrote you my letter. I asked for a bicycle, an electric train set, a pair of roller blades, and a football uniform.

I destroyed my brain studying the whole year. Not only was I the first in my class, but I had the best grades in the whole school. I’m not going to lie to you, there was no one in my entire neighborhood that behaved better than me, with my parents, my brothers, my friends, and with my neighbors. I would go on errands, and even help the lderly cross the street. There was virtually nothing within reach that I would not do for humanity.

What balls do you have leaving me a f**king yo-yo, a stupid whistle and a pair of socks. What the f**k were you thinking, you fat son of a bitch, that you’ve taken me for a sucker the whole f**king year to come out with some shit like this under the tree. As if you hadn’t f**ked me enough, you gave that little faggot across the street so many toys that he can’t even walk into his house.

Please don’t let me see you trying to fit your big fat ass down my chimney next year. I’ll f**k you up. I’ll throw rocks at those stupid reindeer and scare them away so you’ll have to walk back to the f**king North Pole, just like what I have to do now since you didn’t get me that f**king bike. F**K YOU SANTA. Next year you’ll find out how bad I can be, you FAT-SON-OF-A-BITCH.

Little Johnny


Santa’s got a present for you



I love a good fairy tale




Jillian "George" Allison-Aitken

I live in the deep south of New Zealand, where smelly dairy cows are taking over from sheep in the livestock stakes. My hometown is the small but perfectly formed city of Invercargill, which is also the hometown of the original boy racer, Burt Munro. Find out more about me here.


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