Jokes Bucket

My brother’s a professional boxer.
Heavyweight ?
No, featherweight. He tickles his opponents to death !

Doctor, doctor, I’m at death’s door!

Don’t worry, Mrs Jenkins. An operation will soon pull you

through.

“Why are you crying Fred?” asked the

teacher. ”
‘Cos my parrot died last night. I washed it in Wisk. .
.”
“Fred,” said the teacher. “You must have known that Wisk’s bad
for
parrots.”
“Oh it wasn’t the Wisk that killed it, sir. It
was the tumble
drier.”