Bob and Jim were a couple of Geordie drinking buddies who worked as airplane mechanics in Newcastle.
One day the airport was fogged in and they were stuck in the hangar with nothing to do.
Bob said, 'Man, I wish we had something to drink!'
Jim says 'Me too. Y'know, I've heard you can drink jet fuel and get a buzz. You wanna try it?'
So they pour themselves a couple of glasses of high octane hooch and get completely smashed.
The next morning Bob wakes up and is surprised at how good he feels. In fact he feels GREAT! NO hangover! NO bad side effects. Nothing!
Then the phone rings... It's Jim. Jim says, 'Hey, how do you feel this morning?'
Bob says, 'I feel great. How about you?'
Jim says, 'I feel great, too. You don't have a hangover?'
Bob says, 'No, that jet fuel is great stuff no hangover, nothing. We ought to do this more often.'
Jim says, 'Yeah, well there's just one thing... Have you farted yet?'
Bob says, 'No.....'
'Well,' Jim says, 'DON'T! I'm in Cornwall!
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A woman visited her plastic surgeon who told her about a new procedure called "The Knob," where a small knob is placed at the top of the woman's head and could be turned to tighten up her skin and produce the effect of a brand new facelift. Of course, the woman wanted "The Knob."
Over the course of the years, the woman tightened the knob, and the effects were wonderful, the woman remained young looking and vibrant. After fifteen years, the woman returned to the surgeon with two problems.
"All these years, everything has been working just fine. I've had to turn the knob many times and I've always loved the results. But now I've developed two annoying problems:
First, I have these terrible bags under my eyes and the knob won't get rid of them."
The doctor looked at her closely and said, "Those aren't bags, those are your breasts."
She said, "Well, I guess there's no point in asking about the goatee..."