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Get your boots and waterproofs on and get your stupid walking stick that looks like a ski-pole - we're going for a walk. We shall hike all the way to the newsagents. And we shall sing as we go! And there we shall get the latest Venue (in the shops Wednesday), with:
WALKING - The bracing fresh air! Away from traffic and the madding crowd! Followed by a hearty pub lunch and 16 pints of Crudgington's Old Alcoholic. We've got lots of ideas for nice walks round here. SUNDAY - Ever feel that you could be making more of the day before Monday? We've got loads of stylish Sabbath ideas, including even a quick church guide and some ideas as to where to find the best Sunday roasts. MICRO CHIPS - Bristol Uni shows off its new £10m research facility, making it a world leader in nanotechnology. But should we be worried about molecule-sized robots turning Clifton into grey goo? And would it be so bad if they did? PLUS ... Leonardo DiCaprio on controversial new film 'Blood Diamond' ... Rob 'Red Dwarf' Grant ... Work, Rest and Play at City Museum ... And loads more, including your complete ten-day local entertainment guide. Don't miss out - place a regular order with your newsagent now* or we'll show everyone the photographs of you in your walking gear and bobble hat. *Or just call 0117 942 8491 to subscribe for just £4.99 a month!
Jokes A young girl on a year's training course in South Africa received a "Dear John" letter from her boyfriend back home. It read as follows: "Dear Mary, "Love, John" "Dear John, "Mary"
A bunch of IT wizards thought they had created the ultimate computer, one that could answer any question. They brought in a skeptical tester who asked it, "Where's my Dad?" The computer displayed, "Your father is fishing." (Thanks Jools)
Mike walks into the bedroom in his underpants. "What do you like most about me," he asks his wife, "My handsome face or my sexy body?" She replies: "Your sense of humour!"
Four priests board a train for a long journey to a church council conference. Shortly into the trip, one priest says "Well, we've all worked together for many years, but don't really know one another. I suggest we tell each other one of our sins." They look nervously at each other but nod OK. The first priest says "Since I suggested it, I'll go first. With me it's the drink. Once a year I take off my collar and go out of town to a pub and drink myself blind for a few days. Get it out of my system." They all look each other again nervously, but the next priest slowly starts "Wellll ... With me, it's gambling. Periodically, I nick the money out of the poor box and go to the races. Spend it all! I get it out of my system." The third, who is really nervous now reluctantly says "This is very difficult. My sin is worse. I take off my collar and go into the red light district, pick out a lass, and spend a week in the saddle. I REEEEAAALY get it out of my system." They all look at the fourth priest waiting. He doesn't say anything. (Thanks Helz)
A man and his son were walking down the road one day. The man had one leg shorter than the other and the son suffered from a terrible stutter. Then the son says to his dad "Ddd dd ddad I I I I ive b b b be be been th tht th thinking" "I'll try it if you want son." his dad said. And so he did, putting his longer leg in the gutter he was able to walk without a limp. Suddenly a bus came along and knocked down and he was rushed to hospital. The young lad went to visit his father in the BRI and found him plastered up in bed with many broken limbs.
A man with a sore bottom decides to see a doctor, who puts him on an examination table.
An old farmer went to town to see a movie. The ticket girl said, "Sir, what is that on your shoulder?" "Marge," whispered Mildred. Please send us jokes. Best joke each week will either win something from the pile of money and jewels on one side of the Venue office, or from the pile of tat at the other side. Or you can send us a joke on behalf of your firm, club or conspiracy and we'll tell all our spamvictims your web address. So stop yer dithering, hit that reply button and plunge your throbbing shaft of humour into our eager, gaping inbox.
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Man fries meatballs in own body fat. Mmmmmm! Body fat! French movie trailer for March of the Penguins. Genius! Gangsta rappy Bristoley thing. Not worksafe. Happy Bristol students. Bless. An awful lot of sugar, an awful waste of time ... Two-headed calf Life-skills for ladies Suits of armour for cats and mice Campaign against bus and train loutery
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