Tuesday, 8 January 2008

In tins


Because of Christmas, everyone is still bringing in tins of biscuits and chocolates. There are tins all over the desks. George picked up a tin and looked inside. It was virtually empty. Then he sniffed it.
George: “It smells like cinnamon in there.” He announces to the office.
Dave is further down the office and a little deaf.
Dave: “What? It smells like semen in the tin?”
George: “CINNAMON!”
Dave: “I was going to say. That would be disgusting, semen in your tin.”

2 comments:

Andy Blog27 said...

I remember one year, when one of the guys was full of wind from the sprouts from the Christmas dinner, farted into one of the empty tins, then left it for someone to come along and open it.

elasticwaistbandlady said...

The Tin Man would curl up and cry at your insensitive joke.

I think it's really, really funny though.

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