...you should have seen the monkey trying to get the cork back in.
...come on, Eileen.
...no, because he f***s pigs, stoopid.
And many, many more.

Remind me of the group of friends who were so familiar with each other's jokes that they gave them all numbers. In the bar at night, one would only have to call out "thirty six" and the rest would fall around hooting and sobbing.
A stranger walks up and asks them what they're doing. They explain, and he says: "Can I try then?" Sure, they say, and the the stranger cldears his throat. "Er, twenty seven," he ventures.
Silence.
"What was wrong with that?" says the stranger. "Heck, it's the way you tell 'em," he's told.