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<![CDATA[JFA Brisbane >< Private Investigators - P.I. Humour]]>Sat, 26 May 2012 10:00:18 -0800Weebly<![CDATA[A jealous husband hires a private detective...]]>Tue, 17 Apr 2012 17:41:07 -0800http://www.jfabrisbane.com/7/post/2012/04/a-jealous-husband-hires-a-private-detective.htmlA jealous husband hires a private detective to check up on his wife. The husband tells the detective, he wants both a written account and as many videos of her in any kind of compromising situations as the man can get.

Two weeks later the detective calls the man and tells him he has all the evidence he needs. They make an appointment for a meeting. The two of them are sitting there watching the videos. The man sees his wife meeting another man, then the two of them are walking in the park laughing. Another series shows her with a different man laughing and dancing. All together, he watches a dozen or so different activities, each with a different man, each time both she and the man are sharing obvious utter glee.

"Amazing," said the shocked husband, "simply amazing! I just can't believe it."

"What can't you believe ?" asked the detective, "It's all right there for you to see, plus I have all the times and dates in my log."

"I know, I know!" said the man, still in shock.

"I just can't believe my wife could be that much fun."

(Thanks to Luke for sharing this joke)
]]><![CDATA[Infidelity: The Revenge]]>Wed, 04 Jan 2012 14:33:30 -0800http://www.jfabrisbane.com/7/post/2012/01/infidelity-the-revenge.htmlShe spent the first day packing her belongings into boxes, crates and suitcases.

On the second day, she had the movers come and collect her things.

On the third day, she sat down for the last time at their beautiful dining room table by candlelight, put on some soft background music, and feasted on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviar, and a bottle of Chardonnay.

When she had finished, she went into each and every room and deposited a few half-eaten shrimp shells, dipped in caviar, into the hollow of the curtain rods. She then cleaned up the kitchen and left.

When the husband returned with his new girlfriend, all was bliss for the first few days. Then slowly, the house began to smell. They tried everything; cleaning and mopping and airing the place out. Vents were checked for dead rodents, and carpets were steam cleaned. Air fresheners were hung everywhere. Exterminators were brought in to set off gas canisters, during which they had to move out for a few days, and in the end they even paid to replace the expensive wool carpeting.

Nothing worked. People stopped coming over to visit. Repairmen refused to work in the house. The maid quit. Finally, they could not take the stench any longer and decided to move.

A month later, even though they had cut their price in half, they could not find a buyer for their stinky house. Word got out, and eventually, even the local realtors refused to return their calls.

Finally, they had to borrow a huge sum of money from the bank to purchase a new place.

The ex-wife called the man, and asked how things were going. He told her the saga of the rotting house. She listened politely, and said that she missed her old home terribly, and would be willing to reduce her divorce settlement in exchange for getting the house back.

Knowing his ex-wife had no idea how bad the smell was, he agreed on a price that was about 1/10th of what the house had been worth - but only if she were to sign the papers that very day. She agreed, and within the hour, his lawyers delivered the paperwork.

A week later, the man and his new girlfriend stood smirking as they watched the moving company pack everything to take to their new home. To add insult to the injury he did to his wife, he instructed the movers to take everything -- even the curtain rods....

Thanks to: JumboJoke

]]><![CDATA[Penguin humour]]>Sat, 22 Oct 2011 18:55:05 -0800http://www.jfabrisbane.com/7/post/2011/10/penguin-humour.html

'Sorry Darling, but these photos don't prove anything: It could be anybody..'

]]><![CDATA[What would happen if ...]]>Wed, 07 Sep 2011 23:29:33 -0800http://www.jfabrisbane.com/7/post/2011/09/what-would-happen-if.htmlEver wondered what would happen if you hired two private investigators to follow each other?

]]><![CDATA[The shy PI]]>Wed, 07 Sep 2011 23:24:56 -0800http://www.jfabrisbane.com/7/post/2011/09/the-shy-pi.html"I'm fed up with your jealousy," the furious wife told her husband."

Do you think I don't realise you're having me followed by a PI who's tall, blond, has green eyes and is very nice...

although he's a little shy at first?"

]]><![CDATA[The Chinese private investigator]]>Wed, 07 Sep 2011 23:20:07 -0800http://www.jfabrisbane.com/7/post/2011/09/the-chinese-private-investigator.htmlA man suspected his wife was cheating on him, so when he left town, he hired a famous Chinese private investigator.

A few days later he received this letter.

Most Honorable Sir,
You leave house,
he come to house.
He and she leave house, I follow.
He and she go to hotel,
I climb tree to see.
He kiss she,
she kiss he.
He strip she,
she strip he.
I play with me,
I fall out of tree,
I not see.
No fee, Chen Lee

]]><![CDATA[Hidden Cameras]]>Tue, 23 Aug 2011 04:05:58 -0800http://www.jfabrisbane.com/7/post/2011/08/hidden-cameras.html
Jasmeet caught her husband Santa Singh searching high and low all around his living room.

Jasmeet: “What are you searching for?”

Santa Singh: “Hidden camera!”

Jasmeet: “And what makes you think that there are hidden cameras here?”

Santa Singh: “That guy on TV knows exactly what I am doing. Why every few minutes he keeps saying, you are watching the Star World channel. How does he know that?”

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Thanks to Cam for sharing that joke.
]]><![CDATA[P.I. Dog]]>Sat, 02 Apr 2011 23:18:35 -0800http://www.jfabrisbane.com/7/post/2011/04/pi-dog.html

]]><![CDATA[Undercover van - Fail!]]>Sat, 26 Feb 2011 17:29:50 -0800http://www.jfabrisbane.com/7/post/2011/02/undercover-van-fail.html

]]><![CDATA[Discretion Guaranteed. Yeah, right!]]>Sat, 12 Feb 2011 01:16:39 -0800http://www.jfabrisbane.com/7/post/2011/02/first-post.htmlThis was in a local newspaper a while back. It was just too good not to scan and share.

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