The boys had consumed quite a large amount of beer at the pub before going back to the first one’s house. The second bloke wondered what time it was but couldn’t see a clock anywhere. “You don’t need a clock,” said Tim, “I can tell the time with my trumpet.” So Tim blasted a few notes from the trumpet, which brought an immediate response from next door, “Stop that bloody noise – don’t you know it’s 1.30 in the morning!” “There’s the time,” said Tim.
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“I hate all this terrorist business,” Sneaky Sam was telling them at the pub. “I used to love the days when you could look at an unattended bag on the bus and think ‘I’ll have that’!”
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Confusing: At the footy a young lady was screaming, “Oh, kick it through – don’t hold the ball. Oh, why don’t he kick it through?” Old George who was close by in the crowd, suggested, “You dunno and I dunno, so I guess I ‘spect nobody dunno, Miss!”
