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Q: If you see a Scouser on a bicycle, why should you never swerve to hit him?
> A: It might be your bicycle
>
> Q: What do you call a Scouser in a suit?
> A: The accused.(yes i know it's an old one)
>
> Q: Why does the River Mersey run through Liverpool?
> A: Because if it walked it would be mugged.
>
> Q: What do you call a Scouser in a three-bed semi?
> A: A burglar.
>
> Q: Why wasn't Jesus born in Merseyside?
> A: Because God couldn't find three wise men and a virgin.
>
> Q: What's the difference between a Scouser and a coconut?
> A: One's thick and hairy, and the other's a coconut.
>
> Q: What do you say to a scouser on a bike?
> A: Stop Thief!
>
> Q: What do you say to a scouser in a uniform?
> A: Big Mac and fries please.
>
> Q: What's the first question at a Liverpool pub quiz night ?
> A: What are you looking at?
>
> ------------------------------------------------------
>
> At the end of a tiny deserted bar is a huge scouse bloke - 6ft 5in tall and
> 350lbs. He's having a few beers when a short, well dressed and obviously gay
man walks in and sits beside him. After 3 or 4 beers, the gay fella finally
> plucks up the courage to say something to the big Liverpudlian. Leaning over,
he cups his huge ear: "Do you want a blow job?" he whispers. At this,the
massive Merseysider leaps up with fire in his eyes and smacks the man in the
face. Knocking him off the stool, he proceeds to beat him all the way out of
the bar. Finally he leaves him, badly bruised, in the car park and returns to
his seat as if nothing had happened. Amazed the bartender quickly brings over
another beer. "I've never seen you react like that" he says. "Just what did he
say to you?" "I'm not sure" the big scouser replies. "Something about a job."
>
> ------------------------------------------
>
> 2 Scousers are riding along the M62 from Manchester to Liverpool on a motorbike.
They break down and start hitching a lift. A friendly trucker stops to see if
he can help and the scousers ask him for a lift. He tells them he has no room
in the wagon as he is carrying 20,000 bowling balls but will take a look at the
bike for them. He tries everything he knows but is unable to repair it. Time is
getting on now and he's late for his delivery so he tells the scousers he has to
leave.
> "R hey lad" they say "gissa lift". The trucker once again explains that he has
no room as he is carrying 20,000 bowling balls. The scousers put it to the driver
that if they can manage to fit in the back will he take them and he agrees.
> They manage to squeeze themselves and their motorbike into the back of the wagon
so the driver shuts the doors and gets off on his way. By this time he is really
late and so puts his foot down. Sure enough PC Plod of Greater Manchester Police
pulls him up for speeding. The good officer asks the driver what he is carrying
to which he replies Scouse Eggs. The policeman obviously doesn't believe this so
wants to take a look. He opens the back door and quickly shuts it and locks it.
He gets onto his radio and calls for immediate backup from as many officers as
possible. The dispatcher asks what emergency he has that requires so many
officers. "I've got a wagon with 20,000 Scouse eggs in it - 2 have already
hatched and the b*****ds have managed to nick a motorbike already".
 
:rofl: :lol:

Ok... My turn I hope I translate em right...

Two stories of a lightning bolt....


And old farmer and his wife are walking on a way through the plains... After a while rain´s coming and a lightningbolt struckas down right near them...
The farmer said... Ohhhhhhh....
They walk on and after 10 mins or so a second lightning strikes down left of them....
Again the farmer says Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh.....
10 mins later a third lightningbolt strikes down and hits the wife...
And the farmer said.... Ohhhhhh Yeah!


A priest and nun play tennis each week...
And here I should say the nun could be quote a pro in tennis while the priest is a real nob there...
So it´s obvious the nun wins...
They play the first few balls and the nun made all points...
The priests flamin..."SHIT Missed!!!"
The nun looks at the priest saying " Oh my dear don´t do so flamin like this is bad"
Again they play and the nun wins the first set...
and the priest just yells "SHIT missed!!!"
The nun looks right in to the sky and begs the priest to stop coz he will anger god himself...
Well in the end it comes as it must the nun wins the match flawless and the priest jumps around "SHIT missed!!!"

Suddenly a big lightningbolt strucks down from the air, hits the nun and kills her...
And from the air u can hear a voice... "SHIT Missed!"
 
:rofl:

A man enters his favorite ritzy restaurant and while sitting at his
regular table, he noticed a gorgeous woman sitting at a table nearby
...........all alone. He calls the waiter over and asks for their most
expensive bottle of Merlot to be sent over to her - knowing that if she
accepts it, she is his. The waiter gets the bottle and quickly sends it
over to the girl saying; "This is from the gentleman." She looks at the
wine and decides to send a note over to the man. The note read: "For me
to accept this bottle, you need to have a Mercedes in your garage; a
million dollars in the bank; and 7 Inches in your pants."

The man, after reading the note, sends one of his own back to her.
The note read: "Just so you know - I happen to have a Ferrari
Testarosa, a BMW 850iL, and a Mercedes 560SEL in my garage; plus I have
over twenty million dollars in the bank."
"But, not even for a woman as beautiful as you, would I cut off three
inches. ..........Just send the bottle back."

A Dagenham bird goes to the council to register for child benefit.
> "How many children"
> "10"
> "10???" says the council worker.. "What are their names?"
> "Wayne, Wayne, Wayne, Wayne, Wayne, Wayne, Wayne, Wayne, Wayne and ..
> Wayne"
>
> "Doesn't that get confusing?"
> "Nnaah..." says the Dagenham bird "It's great because if they are out
> playing in the street I just have to shout 'WAAAAAYNE, YER DINNERS READY'
> or
>
> 'WAAAAAAYNE GO TO BED NAAAAAH!!!' and they all do it..."
> "What if you want to speak to one individually?" asks the perturbed
> council
> worker.
> "That's easy" says the Dagenham bird............................."I just
> use
>
> their surnames"