Roland Butter
And whats your name?” the secretary asked the next new boy. “Butter.” “I hope your first names not Roland,” smirked the secretary. “No, maam. Its Brendan.”
And whats your name?” the secretary asked the next new boy. “Butter.” “I hope your first names not Roland,” smirked the secretary. “No, maam. Its Brendan.”
At a party, a conjurer was producing egg after egg from a little boys ear. “There!” he said proudly. “I bet your Mum cant produce eggs without hens, can she?” “Oh yes, she can,” said the boy. “She keeps ducks.”