Some of Ronnies finest:
I was lying in bed with my wife last Sunday morning when she called me by a special pet name, a loving and endearing term. ‘Hey Shorty,’ she said. ‘Would you like to hear the patter of little feet?’
Taken aback, I replied: ‘Yes, I would.’
She said: ‘Good. Run down to the kitchen and get me a glass of water.’
once I met a fantastic girl, beautiful face, great figure. I asked if I could buy her a drink.
She said: ‘No thank you, I don’t drink.’
I said: ‘How about a cigarette?’
She said: ‘No, I don’t smoke.’
I said: ‘Can I take you home?’
She said: ‘Yes please.’ So I drive her home and I say: ‘You’re the most wonderful girl I’ve ever met. You don’t drink, you don’t smoke, you’re beautiful, wonderful sense of humour, intelligent.’
She said: ‘Yes, I’m also very passionate. Would you like to come in?’
Well, she opened the door and there, lying in the hall was a dead horse.
I said: ‘What’s that?’
She said: ‘I never said I was tidy, did I?
A cement mixer has collided with a prison van. Motorists are asked to look out for 16 hardened criminals.
We’ve just heard that a juggernaut of onions has shed its load all over the M1. Motorists are advised to find a hard shoulder to cry on.
My great-grandfather was killed at Custer’s Last Stand — he didn’t take part in any fighting, he was camping nearby and went over to complain about the noise.