Three Jeremy Clarksons walked into a bar.
“How many Jeremy Clarksons does it take to change a lightbulb?” Said one Jeremy Clarkson.
“I dont know”, said another, “because I have not read the BBC script”
“The script says you want to shoot Dinner Ladies. That is a very funny joke,” said a third Jeremy Clarkson.
A fourth jerk said “kerching” thus suggesting the sound of a cash register, in an amusing way.
Another Jeremy Clarkson said, “How many young men have died imitating Jeremy Clarkson behaviour on British Roads?”
“Enough?” one speculated, “Or not enough?” said another.
“There is only one Jeremy Clarkson,” said the seventh ironic Jeremy Clarkson, “and he is an Arsehole.”
The forty second Jeremy Clarkson said, “There is only one Jeremy Clarkson, and he is a complete Arsehole.”
Jeremy Clarkson died in a horrible plane crash, on Christmas Day. The news broke and we all laughed farting Brussel sprout air.
Clarkson shared last Christmas with David Cameron, and soon thereafter, a raising of the speed limit was proposed by her majesty's government.
Boys will be Arseholes.