What do you call a donkey with one leg? 

A wonky donkey

What do you call a donkey with one leg and one eye? 

A winky wonky donkey

What do you call a donkey with one leg and one eye makin’ love? 

A bonky winky wonky donkey

What do you call a donkey with one leg and one eye makin’ love while breaking wind? 

A stinky bonky winky wonky donkey 

What do you call a donkey with one leg and one eye makin’ love while breaking wind, wearing blue suede shoes? 

A honky tonky stinky bonky winky wonky donkey 

What do you call a donkey with one leg and one eye makin’ love while breaking wind, wearing blue suede shoes and playing piano? 

A plinky plonky honky tonky stinky bonky winky wonky donkey 

What do you call a donkey with one leg and one eye makin’ love while breaking wind, wearing blue suede shoes, playing piano and driving a truck? 

Incredibly talented!

wonkey…
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Fantastic, not much of a jokes kinda guy myself far too busy tweeting, posting, being a forumite, replying commenting and …. wait got a new tweet… oh wait what was I talking about?
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O’Reilly had had a wonderful evening in his local, there was a band playing, all his mates were there and the drink was flowing freely. Truth be told, he’s probably had one too many. It was way past the 10pm when he had told his wife he would be home and he had already missed the last bus. Nothing for it, he had better walk.

So O’Reilly set off for home on Shank’s pony. As he left the pub, the sky’s opened and as he trudged along the road, the water found its way down his collar and in through the hole in his left shoe. Feeling wet and miserable he trudged on.

As he rounded the corner, he saw the his local church with the graveyard on its southern sound. There was a sudden flash of lightening and a crash of thunder. As he looked across the graveyard, his mind turned to thoughts of ghosts with all those dead bodies lying in their tombs.

He thought carefully, realising there was a short cut across the graveyard. Did he believe in ghosts? No, his imagination was getting the better of him. He rested his hand on the gate and pushed. The gate opened with a loud creaking sound – his mind again turned to ghouls and ghosts but he pushed the gate open and entered the graveyard.

The moon, that was full that night, had initially shown him the path but suddenly disappeared behind a cloud and he found himself stumbling forward with his hands outstretched, trying to find his way.

There was another flash of lightening and he thought he could see the path he needed to follow but the sudden white light meant that any night vision was immediately lost and the darkness closed in around him.

An owl hooted somewhere overhead and he found himself ducking, somewhat disorientated.

He stumbled on forward, trying to find his way. Suddenly, with the rain pouring down around him, he found himself falling into an open grave that had been dug for a burial service that was due to take place the following day.

He realised what had happened and he turned to climb out of the grave. Graves being what they are, they are at least six feet deep and with steep parrallel sides. He tried hard to get a foothold on the edge of the grave but the rain made everything slippery and their way mud sloshing around the bottom of the grave.

He tried again. He tried jumping up to try and find the top of the hole. Each time he slipped back down. He was getting exhausted.

Now unbeknown to him, some 20 minutes earlier, Shamus O’Donnall had fallen down the same hole, having decided to take the same short cut. He had had the same experience and had decided to make the best of it and wait until morning when he could summon help. Given the drink that he had consumed, he had nodded off in the far corner but the noise that O’Reilly was making caused him to wake up. He decided to give O’Reilly the benefit of his experience.

He tapped him on the shoulder and said, “You’ll never get out.”

He did!
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