Anagram jokes

THE board of a City company, believing it was time for some streamlining, took on a new CEO. The new senior boss was hellbent on ridding the company of slackers. On a tour round the building, he noticed a lone young man lounging idly against a wall. The room was full of employees and the CEO wanted them to see that he meant business. ‘Hey, you!’ he said to the man. ‘What is your salary?’ A little surprised, the man replied warily: ‘Four hundred pounds or so a week, I reckon. Why?’ The CEO said: ‘Just you stay right there!’ He strutted away to his office, came back five minutes later, gave the young man sixteen hundred pounds in cash and then said: ‘Here’s four weeks’ pay. Now get the hell out and never come back.’ Feeling very contented with himself, he looked round the room and said: ‘Would anyone care to tell me just what that idle layabout did here?’ From across the room, a voice replied: ‘Pizza delivery guy from Domino’s.’ ONE by one, the managers of a company were called into the CEO’s office until only Geoff Drummond, the newest, most junior manager was left sitting nervously outside. Finally, a buzzer sounded to summon him inside. He walked into the office to find the CEO and the twelve senior managers seated solemnly around a polished oak table. Addressing the junior manager, the CEO asked: ‘Right, young Drummond, have you at any time slept with Miss Whitlock, our company secretary?’ ‘What?’ gasped the shocked young manager. ‘No, certainly not!’ ‘Think carefully, man — are you absolutely sure about that?’ the CEO persisted. ‘Yes,’ he replied. ‘I swear that I have never laid a finger on Miss Whitlock.’ ‘And you would swear that on the Bible, would you?’ demanded the CEO. ‘Yes, I would swear on the Bible that I have never had any sort of sexual or improper relationship with Miss Whitlock.’ ‘Good,’ nodded the CEO. ‘Then you can fire her.’ Tony Crafter, Sevenoaks, Kent.