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Category: Wilf

Rpt Pls?

Mum: “Can you grab the crisps from the cupboard, please?”

Wilf: “Which one?”

Mum: “I’m not sure where they were put away. Just have a look….”

[cursory glance, sigh, door slamming]

Wilf: “I can’t find them.”

Humph: “You may need to utilise your optical devices.”

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Deductions

Wilf: “When I was little, I thought I knew what BLT stood for…”

Mum: “Really? What?”

Wilf: “Breakfast, Lunch and Tea…
…pause…
But I did wonder how they could fit it all into that one sandwich.”

Lessons in Exaggeration

Overheard behind a bedroom door at 6:30 this morning:

Wilf:
“Bertie, shut the door.
Bertie, shut the door.
Bertie, shut the door.
Bertie, shut the door.
Bertie, shut the door.
Bertie, shut the door.
Bertie, shut the door.
Bertie, shut the door.”

Bertie:
“Stop saying that!”

Wilf:
“I haven’t said it a million times yet. A million times is MUCH more than that!”