Territory Jokes / Recent Jokes

Once upon a time, long, long ago there were two unique lions in the jungles of Africa. Both, it seems, had human-like qualities that made them claim territory, daring the other to cross over the line. Strange as it seems, the boundary between their turf was a well traveled trail through the jungle.All day every day, both lions lay in the brush staring across the trail at their compatriot, daring him to cross into their territory.The local natives knew of this animal feud, but all this was unbeknown to African Jack, a well-known and must publicized guide who did not speak Lionese and was unfamiliar with the territory.While he was leading a safari through the jungle, walking all day and cutting vines with their machetes, all this constant hacking brush had them worn to a frazzle. After seeing two or three of his safari drop from exhaustion, African Jack decided to stop on the trail between these two lions and camp for the night.After sitting up camp, eating, and getting his safari more...

Just before the final bell rings, a third grade teacher gives her students a project. "Okay class," the teacher says, "I would like you to talk with your parents tonight and ask them to tell you a story that has a moral to it and share it with the rest of the class."
The following day, class begins and the teacher tells her students that it's time to tell their stories. She calls on Beth first.
Beth stands up and says, "My family raises chickens for the meat market. We had a dozen eggs and were counting on all of them to hatch so we could sell them, but only eight hatched."
"What's the moral, Beth?" the teacher asks.
"Don't count your chickens before they're hatched," Beth answers.
The teacher then calls on Wendy.
Wendy stands and says, "My family raises chickens for the market too, but we only sell the eggs. One day we put our eggs in a large basket but while we were driving to the market, we hit a big more...

WE, the people of the broad brown land of Oz, wish to be recognised as a free nation of blokes, sheilas and the occasional boong.

We come from many lands (although a few too many of us come from New Zealand) and, although we live in the best country in the world, we reserve the right to bitch and moan about it whenever we bloody like.

WE are One Nation but we're divided into many States. First, there's Victoria, named after a queen who didn't believe in lesbians. Victoria is the realm of Mossimo turtlenecks, cafe latte, grand final day and big horse races. Its capital is Melbourne, whose chief marketing pitch is that it's "liveable." At least that's what they think. The rest of us think it is too bloody cold and wet.

Next, there's NSW, the realm of pastel shorts, macchiato with sugar, thin books read quickly and millions of dancing queens. Its capital Sydney has more queens than any other city in the world, and is proud of it. It's mascots more...