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IMG_0870It’s Friday! The Surfing in Stilettos Book Tour is stopping at The Little Reader Library. Drop by and find out what Lindsay thinks about Surfing in Stilettos. Don’t forget to enter the Rafflecopter draw there to win one of the super prizes we have on offer.

We always have a few laughs on a Friday and today is no exception. Hope you enjoy my offering today. If not, please feel free to hurl rotten tomatoes at the screen.

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Two little boys are going into hospital for operations. The first one asks the second, “What are you going in for?”

The second little boy replies, “I’m going to have my tonsils out. I’m ever so scared.”

The first boy says,”Don’t worry. I had that done. They put you to sleep and when you wake up, they give you loads of ice cream.”

The second little boy then asks, “What are you going in for?”

“I’m going to be circumcised,” answers the first boy.

“Oh er,” replies the  second boy. “I had that done when I was born. I couldn’t walk for a year.”

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A photographer for a national magazine was assigned to take pictures of a great forest fire. He was advised that a small plane would be waiting to fly him over the fire.

The photographer arrived at the airstrip just an hour before sundown. Sure enough, a small Cessna airplane was waiting. He jumped in with his equipment and shouted, “Let’s go!” The tense man sitting in the pilot’s seat swung the plane into the wind and soon they were in the air, though flying erratically.

“Fly over the north side of the fire,” said the photographer, “And make several low-level passes.”

“Why?” asked the nervous pilot.

“Because I’m going to take pictures!” yelled the photographer. “I’m a photographer, and photographers take pictures!”

The pilot replied, “You mean you’re not the flight instructor?”

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Who is bigger, Mr Bigger or Mr Bigger’s baby?

Mr Bigger, obviously.

No, Mr Bigger’s baby is a little Bigger.

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A man went into a doctors with jelly in one ear and fruit in the other.
“What’s the problem,” asked the doctor.
“I think I’m a trifle deaf.”

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Hope that sets you up for the weekend. If you have a joke you would like to share with us, then email it to me at author@carolewyer.co.uk.

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