Lovely summer we're having, eh? Don't fret, there is some good news about; Rich has bought a house, there's a Linggoo wedding in a week or so and Tottscum will be bankrupt in a year. Anyhoo, here's something else to brighten your day (especially you, Kristian), another rib-tickler from The Pod , pictured here at the 1994 Summer Ball, where I believe he got off with about 15 ladies, oh Bri...
An old man was critically ill. Feeling that death was near, he called his lawyer.
"I want to become a lawyer. How much is the express degree you told me about?"
"It's £50,000," the lawyer said. "But why? You'll be dead soon, why do you want to become a lawyer?"
"That's my business! Get me on the course!"
Four days later, the old man got his law degree. His lawyer was at his bedside, making sure his bill would be paid.
Suddenly the old man was racked with fits of coughing and it was clear that this would be the end. Still curious, the lawyer leaned over and said, "please, before it's too late, tell me why you wanted to get a law degree so badly before you died?"
In a faint whisper, as he breathed his last, the old man said, "One less f*cking lawyer . . ."
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