Post 396

There’s nothing the people of the Bann Valley love more than a good laugh. (Except maybe fadge) Indeed, some of the residents there have been known to laugh as many as three times a month and nothing tickles them to mirth like an old fashioned ‘Knock Knock!’ gag.

Here is a selection from around the district;

Smyth Crescent:  Knock Knock!

Who’s there?

Someone wanting drugs.

Glenone:                    Knock Knock!

Whose their?

Ah Christ, forget it.

Mayogoney:           Knock Knock!

Who’s there?


Doctor who?

How did you know?

Sorry, there must be a mix-up, we’re with the Kilrea doctors.

Ballynease:           Knock Knock!

Who’s there?

The Argyll & Southern Highlanders, who else would it be at 4am?

Main Street:          Knock Knock!

Ooops, sounds like someone just got lamped outside Pat’s Bar again.

Ballymacpeake:     Knock Knock!

What time?

Bus leaves Clady Hall at 7 sharp, bring me back a light-up-Jesus.

Glenone Villas:      Knock Knock!

Who’s there?


Toural who?

Too ra loo, too ra lay, sure it’s six miles from Bangor till Donaghadee.

Clady:                      Knock Knock!

Who’s there?


Bar who…Shit, hi son, run down to your da and tell him the brue man is here.

Lisnahuncheon:     Knock Knock!

Who’s there?

A female sheep.



Gortgole:                Knock Knock!

Are you looking money?


Well come on in then.


7 thoughts on “Post 396

  1. Knock Knock, Knock

    Who’s there.

    Mary of course!

    You are away off course Mary. Nobody’s going to believe you.

  2. The Monastery, where they deconstruct jokes :

    “Where are you going on holiday”


    “Where ?”


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