Phone calls from the club.

[Rip Van We Go Again]

Had the 3rd call from them in a week this morning, asking 'If I was a bummer tied to a tree?'
For the third time I replied in the negative and once again got an earful of 'Bummer on the loose!'

[peter w]

Sod's woke me up with 'Were you born with happiness'? I thought I'd outwit them and said 'no'. They started shouting and laughing down the phone saying, 'you just said you weren't born with a penis'.

[QBVILLA]

I had a call off Donna a couple of weeks ago as well, asking if I was interested in getting a season ticket as the seat I'd had for years was still available.

She's been very pleasant and helpful and gets a thumbs up from me.

You old dog!

[villan from luton]

I had a call off Donna a couple of weeks ago as well, asking if I was interested in getting a season ticket as the seat I'd had for years was still available.

She's been very pleasant and helpful and gets a thumbs up from me.

You old dog!

I can confirm that Donna is far from being an old dog

[not3bad]

FAO Donna

If I give you my number (If I give you my number)
Will you call (will you call)
Will you call (will you call me)

[Percy McCarthy]

Just for a change, I decided to phone the club when they were advertising a vacancy for a carpenter, and funnily enough, it was the delectable Donna I spoke to. She sounded lovely, so I affected a pronounced stutter to keep her on the line as long as possible.

Me: I'm r-ringing about the j-j-job in the puh-paper.

Donna: Ok, have you any experience?

Me: I w-w-worked at Mac-Mac-MacAlpine's for f-f-five years; W-W-Wimpy's for t-t-ten. I was a f-f-foreman at Wimpy's, I had t-t-twenty blokes working for me.

Donna: You sound ideal. I shouldn't really say this but if you bring your paperwork in tomorrow, the job's yours.

Me: Great. What was the job again?

Donna: A shuttering carpenter.

Me: Oh sorry, I thought the ad said stuttering carpenter.

[Archbishop Herbert Cockthrottle]

*chortle*