When speaking of ‘good neighbours’

I woke up to go to the toilet in the middle of the night (as I often do) & I noticed a strange individual who looked Muslim with a knife in his hand, sneaking through my next door neighbour’s back garden.

Suddenly my neighbour came from nowhere and smacked him over the head with a shovel, killing him instantly.

He then dug a grave in the vegie patch and put the body in it and covered it.

Astonished, I got back into bed. As I tossed and turned my wife said, “You’re upset, what is it?”

“You’ll never believe what I’ve just seen,” I said.

”What” she said.

“That bastard next door has still got my shovel.”

Stolen from my mate’s site


5 comments for “When speaking of ‘good neighbours’

  1. Ted Treen
    August 22, 2016 at 5:27 pm


  2. mona
    August 22, 2016 at 7:44 pm

    Tell him to keep the shovel, its been soiled.

  3. August 23, 2016 at 7:57 am

    I assume the usual commission is, er, ‘in the post’!

    • August 23, 2016 at 12:14 pm

      You’ll be lucky.

      I was reminded to offer a New York taxi driver a tip; so I stated: ‘Plant your spring corn early, its going to be a cold winter!’

  4. August 23, 2016 at 2:00 pm

    🙂 Widely enjoyed.

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