Disbarred

If lawyers are disbarred and clergymen defrocked, doesn't it follow that electricians can be delighted,musicians denoted, cowboys deranged, models deposed, tree surgeons debarked and dry cleaners depressed?

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Liquor locker

Q: Where does a New Yorker keep his whiskey?
A: In a knickerbocker liquor locker.

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A different theme on the 'Designated Driver'

This is a story in a local South Island (New Zealand) community paper.

Recently a routine police patrol parked outside a local neighbourhood tavern. Late in the evening the officer noticed a man leaving the bar so intoxicated that he could barely walk. The man stumbled around the car park for a few minutes, with the officer quietly observing.
After what seemed an eternity and trying his keys on five vehicles, the man managed to find his car which he fell into. He sat there for a few minutes as a number of other patrons left the bar and drove off.
Finally he started the car, switched the wipers on and off (it was a fine dry night) flicked the indicators on, then off, tooted the horn and then switched on the lights. He moved the vehicle forward a few inches, reversed a little and then remained stationery for a few moreminutes as some more vehicles left. At last he pulled out of the car park and started to drive slowly down the road.
The police officer, having patiently waited all this time, now started up the patrol car, put on the flashing lights, promptly pulled the man over and carried out a breathalyser test. To his amazement the breathalyser indicated no evidence of the man having consumed alcohol at all!
Dumbfounded, the officer said "I'll have to ask you to accompany me to the police station this breathalyser equipment must be broken."
"I doubt it", said the man, "tonight I'm the designated decoy."

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Speech! Speech!

"S-peach, s-peach," they cried. He stepped up to the podium.
"I want to ap-peas you all, but I will not be apple to speak today. I always go off on irrelevant tangerines. Avocado-go now. It's bean grape.

Submitted by: Jane E

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Knock-knock ... Olaf

Knock, knock!
Who's there?
Olaf.
Olaf who?
Olaf my heart in San Francisco.

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