Muttley
wandered into his local newsagents to buy a lottery ticket....
"Hey you'll
never guess what?" Said the newsagent.
"You've
just realised that you're face looks like a gibbon's arse?"
Suggested Muttley.
"No. My lottery
machine broke down last week."
"Well you're
not supposed to stick your knob in it, you know."
"Ha, ha. No,
the bugger broke down, so I rang up Camelot, right?
And this lad on the other end asks where I'm ringing from?
So I says: 'Macc'.
And he says: 'Give over! Where are you really ringing from?'
So I says: 'No, really. I'm in Macclesfield, Cheshire.'
And he says: 'Honestly? I thought they'd made it up!'"
