A novice pilot called Michael was flying into Heathrow on the day after Christmas.
He couldn’t get the undercarriage down, so he called the control tower in panic and says, ‘Boxing Day, Boxing Day, Boxing Day!’
An air controller came back on the airwaves and said, ‘Michael, I think the call sign you’re looking for is: Mayday, Mayday, Mayday!’.
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The blond in the hospital ED department:
Blond: ” Doctor, how is he?
Doctor: “Very bad unfortunately. He has multiple fractures and he had an infarction.
Blond: “Can I speak with him?
Doctor: ” No, you cannot. If you want to tell him something before he passes away, tell me and I will pass it on to him.
Blond: “Ok, can you ask him then if I passed my driving test?
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