Did you hear about the fight in the biscuit tin? The bandit hit the penguin over the head with a club, tied him to a wagon wheel with a blue ribbon and made his breakaway in a taxi! The names of
chocolate biscuit bars available in the United Kingdom, and perhaps, elsewhere. See our Penguin joke
A Town Hall 'crumb-down' has been ordered because thieving visitors keep
stealing the councillors' biscuits. Bosses at Canterbury City Council, Kent, UK,
are fighting back by telling staff to hide the tea trolley during meetings to
stop people purloining the biccies. An unnamed council source said, 'People coming to sit in on the meetings see
the trolley and just help themselves. They think it is something that the
council lays on for free, but the biscuits are for the councillors not members
of the public.' Footnote: Interesting how we always believe an
'Unnamed source', but always distrust the 'Official Spokesman'.
Chris visited his psychiatrist in Harley Street, London England and told
him that he thought he was turning into a packet of biscuits*. 'What sort of biscuits?' asked the psychiatrist.
answered Chris. 'With little holes in them?' the psychiatrist enquired.
Doc,' responded Chris with relief, 'That's it exactly.' 'You're crackers!' announced the psychiatrist. * If Chris had gone to a psychiatrist in Manhattan, he would have called
'Some biscuit bar manufacturer hit upon the simple notion of emptying out the leavings of carthorse nose bags, adding a few other things like unconsumed portions of chicken layer's mash, and the sweepings of
racing stables, packaging the mixture into little bars and selling them in health food shops.' Thanks to Frank Muir, the late British comedian and broadcaster for this
Who are these people we ask? Here, the customer requested that the word, 'congratulations' to be written.
You will observe that the cake maker has written it twice since the one word
they asked for was a plural. A splendidly funny example of a pirate cake.
Funny Story - Takes the Biscuit!
An elderly Italian man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favourite Italian anisette sprinkle
biscuits wafting up the
stairs. Gathering his remaining strength, he lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort, gripping the railing with
both hands he crawled downstairs. With laboured breath, he leaned against the doorframe, gazing into the kitchen. Where if not for death's
agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven, for
there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favourite anisette sprinkled
biscuits. Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted
Italian wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man? Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees in a crumpled posture. His
parched lips parted, the wondrous taste of the biscuit was already in his mouth, seemingly bringing him back to life. The aged and withered hand trembled on its way to a
biscuit at the edge of the
table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife..... 'Back off!' she said, 'they're for the funeral.' Footnote. Please send us your 'Takes the Biscuit' jokes and stories