Twelve monks were about to be ordained. The final test was for them to line up nude in a garden while a nude model danced before them. Each monk had a small bell attached to his privates and they were told that anyone whose bell rang would not be ordained because he had not reached a state of purity.

The model danced before the first monk candidate with no reaction. She proceeded down the line with the same response until she got to the final monk. As she danced, his bell rang so [...]

Twelve monks were about to be ordained. The final test was for them to line up nude in a garden while a nude model danced before them. Each monk had a small bell attached to his privates and they were told that anyone whose bell rang would not be ordained because he had not reached a state of purity.

The model danced before the first monk candidate with no reaction. She proceeded down the line with the same response until she got to the final monk. As she danced, his bell rang so loudly that it fell off and clattered to the ground. Embarrassed, he bent down to pick up the bell, and all the other bells went off.

A man owns a swishy cocktail bar and is looking to hire a pianist. He gets a bloke in who's got Tourette's, but he can play classics, blues, jazz, "and I fucking write my own cunting stuff as well", he says.

He plays this really haunting gentle piece.

"What do you call that?"
"The smell of my wife's cunt. Here's another fucker."
And it's another great piece of music,

"That was: my cock's up your arse, now w [...]

A man owns a swishy cocktail bar and is looking to hire a pianist. He gets a bloke in who's got Tourette's, but he can play classics, blues, jazz, "and I fucking write my own cunting stuff as well", he says.

He plays this really haunting gentle piece.

"What do you call that?"
"The smell of my wife's cunt. Here's another fucker."
And it's another great piece of music,

"That was: my cock's up your arse, now wriggle bitch" And so on.

He was the best - so good that, reluctantly, the bar owner takes him on but on the condition that he doesn't speak to the customers at all. The waiters will take requests to avoid him talking with them. It works well and trade is up.

One night the pianist can see a girl facing him in a short skirt and no knickers. After half an hour of looking up seeing that, he gets so horny that he takes a break to have a wank.

He takes a while - there is no music.

The bar manager starts looking for him, bashes on the toilet door and says, "Get out there and play now or you don't get paid for tonight."

So he rushes his wank, goes back and starts playing.

One of the waiters sees he hasn't zipped up and rushes over.

"Hey do you know your flies are undone, your cock's hanging out and there's come stains all down your leg?"

"Know it? I fucking wrote it!"

Max Clifford gets a call to go down to help a stricken farmer whose complete cattle stock has been hit by foot and mouth.

The farmer shows him round the cattle shed. All the stock are mooing in agony, knees knocking and foaming at the mouth.

All of a sudden out of the corner of his eye he notices one of them lieing motionless on the floor but with a bulging udder.

"Is that one sleeping?" asks Max

"No," says the farmer, &qu [...]

Max Clifford gets a call to go down to help a stricken farmer whose complete cattle stock has been hit by foot and mouth.

The farmer shows him round the cattle shed. All the stock are mooing in agony, knees knocking and foaming at the mouth.

All of a sudden out of the corner of his eye he notices one of them lieing motionless on the floor but with a bulging udder.

"Is that one sleeping?" asks Max

"No," says the farmer, "that one past away a while ago. It's full of disease so we'll just leave it be"

"Fuck that," shouts Max, "A fat dead cow! Let's milk it for all it's fucking got".