"I'm A Dyslexic"
 

I once took up religion but ended up worshiping a DOG!!! :lmao:

Pud :twisted:

:twisted: I once knew a dyslexic devil worshiper who sold his soul to Santa 8O .

I know this bloke who's a dyslexic driver and when he came to a T junction he did a U turn :lmao:

Pud :twisted:

How many dyslexics does it take to change a light bulb? . . . . . . 103!! . . . . . . . 1 to screw in the bulb and 102 to read the instructions. :lmao:

Pud :twisted:

Did you hear about that dyslexic raver?











He took F. :lmao:

Has anyone heard about the dyslexic that choked to death on his own vimto?

Pud :twisted:

.....but they are K.O. now!

Dyslexics have more fnu.

A dyslexic walks into a bra ... :))

:twisted: Lucky sod :lol: .

You mean dos

Did you hear about the dyslexic pimp who bought a warehouse?

Pud :twisted:

Two dyslexic skiiers were wondering wether they ought to zig-zag down the piste or zag-zig. They decided to ask someone and button-holed a young man.

"Excuse me," the first skiier said. "We were wondering wether we ought to zig-zag on the piste, or zag-zig. Could you tell us?."

"Don't ask me," the young man replied. "I'm a tobogganist."

"Well in that case," said the second skiier, "I'll have twenty Rothmans please."

Pud :twisted:

"Old MacDonald was dyslexic, Q-F-J-Y-D" :lol:

Hey Guys!! :angry:

I have a slight dyslexia so don´t try my nerves.... :bicker:

Even those jokes was funny...

Dyslexic Cinderella

Rindercella and her sugly isters lived in a marge lansion.

Rindercella worked very hard - frubbing scloors, emptying poss pits, and
shivelling shot. At the end of the day she was nucking fackered.

The sugly isters were right bugly astards. One was called Mary Hinge, and
the other was called Betty Swollocks. They were really forrible huckers,
and had fetty sweet and fetty swannies.

The sugly isters had tickets to go to the ball, but the cotton runts
wouldn't let Rindercella go. Suddenly there was a bucking fang and her
gairy fodmother appeared. Her name was Shairy Hithole, and she was a
light rucking fesbian. She turned a pumpkin and six mite whice into a
hucking cuge farriage with six dandy ronkeys who had buge hollocks and
dig bicks.

The gairy fodmother told Rindercella to be back by dimnight otherwise
there would be a cucking falamity.

At the ball Rindercella was dancing with the prandsome hince when
suddenly the clock struck twelve. "Miste all chucking frighty!" said
Rindercella, and she ran out tripping barse over ollocks, so dropping her
slass glipper.

Next day the prandsome hince knocked on Rindercella's door and the sugly
isters let him in. Suddenly Betty Swollocks lifted her leg and let off a
fig bart. "Who's fust jarted?" asked the prandsome hince. "Blame that
fugly ucker over there" said Mary Hinge. When the stinking brown cloud
had lifted, the prandsome hince tried the slass glipper on both the sugly
isters without success. Their feet stucking funk.

Betty Swollocks was ducking fisgusted and gave the prandsome hince a nack
in the kickers. This was not difficult as he had bucking fuge halls and a
hig bard on.

He tried the slass glipper on Rindercella and it fitted pucking
ferfectly.

Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married. The hince lived his
life in lucking fuxury, and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny.

And they all lived happily ever after.

Pud :twisted:

:lmao: :lmao: :lmao: :lmao:

That was nice, Pud.

Thanks. You saved my day.