OverMyHead
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George was riding his rusty bicycle past a field one day when he saw a Gamekeeper standing there *********ing. George stopped, reached into his pocket, took out a camera, and photographed the Gamekeeper at the moment of ejaculation. The Gamekeeper saw the camera flash and quickly zipped himself up, then ran over to George.
What the hell are you doing? yelled the Gamekeeper.
I could ask you the same question which is exactly what the Police will do when they see this photo said George.
Please dont show them that, Ill get arrested, and fired! said the Gamekeeper Ill do anything!
Okay, Ill sell you the photo for £1,000 said George.
But thats blackmail!
No, thats business now, do we have a deal? said George.
I dont see that I have much choice. What do I tell my wife when she wonders where our money has gone?
Thats simple, you can have my bike. Tell her its an antique and you have bought it for £1,000
Ok said the Gamekeeper, reluctantly.
They went to the bank together; the Gamekeeper gave George £1,000 and went home on the bicycle. The Gamekeepers wife heard the rattling old bike and walked up the path, looking in horror at the rusting piece of tat her husband was riding.
What the bloody hell have you got there!?
This little beauty is an antique, its worth a fortune said the Gamekeeper.
Its a rusty pile of scrap metal, thats what it is. Whered you find it?
I didnt find it I bought it
Youre kidding! You bought a piece of rusty crap! Idiot! Go on, tell me how much did you pay?
£1,000
£1,000 for THAT! All I can say is that whoever sold it to you must have seen you coming.
George was riding his rusty bicycle past a field one day when he saw a Gamekeeper standing there *********ing. George stopped, reached into his pocket, took out a camera, and photographed the Gamekeeper at the moment of ejaculation. The Gamekeeper saw the camera flash and quickly zipped himself up, then ran over to George.
What the hell are you doing? yelled the Gamekeeper.
I could ask you the same question which is exactly what the Police will do when they see this photo said George.
Please dont show them that, Ill get arrested, and fired! said the Gamekeeper Ill do anything!
Okay, Ill sell you the photo for £1,000 said George.
But thats blackmail!
No, thats business now, do we have a deal? said George.
I dont see that I have much choice. What do I tell my wife when she wonders where our money has gone?
Thats simple, you can have my bike. Tell her its an antique and you have bought it for £1,000
Ok said the Gamekeeper, reluctantly.
They went to the bank together; the Gamekeeper gave George £1,000 and went home on the bicycle. The Gamekeepers wife heard the rattling old bike and walked up the path, looking in horror at the rusting piece of tat her husband was riding.
What the bloody hell have you got there!?
This little beauty is an antique, its worth a fortune said the Gamekeeper.
Its a rusty pile of scrap metal, thats what it is. Whered you find it?
I didnt find it I bought it
Youre kidding! You bought a piece of rusty crap! Idiot! Go on, tell me how much did you pay?
£1,000
£1,000 for THAT! All I can say is that whoever sold it to you must have seen you coming.