not a lot happening...except the threads seem to be getting less and less comments on them....all of them not necessarily any partickler one..so going to have a brew...kettles on...
hiya Lav hows you today then ?family day ..or peace n quiet?has the greenhouse landed yet?
hey pauly ..how is your weekend doing ..you n the mad toytoyz?itas gonna be 28 degrees here today..dont mind sun but couldnt hack that all da time..
hiya Satzy..how are things in Glockamorra?all ok over that way..you gettin the same weather as we are?yes we shall see whether we go it alone or not..if you listen to what most people say its a yes we are out..but Ive a funny feeling politics will play a big part ..well not politics but politicians...kinda like the death penalty..everyone wants it yet nobody voted ..or Tony B liar and the Gulf war etc...very influential in starting it..and ended up as the middle east peace envoy!!anyways we shall see..What are you up to this wekend?owt or nowt?
hey pie hows you then?how are things progressing?
Sam ..hope all has settled down now in daughtersville ..takes time.
big hi to everyone else ns,eloise byrdie det,in fact anyone who has quit or is quittin overdosing on falling down juice!!
have a good one..
It was my first time visiting Dr. Putz for a colonoscopy.*
I went into his office for my very first rectal exam.*
His new blond nurse, Ethel, took me to an examination room.*
She told me to get undressed and have a seat until the doctor could see me.*
She said that he would only be a few minutes.*
After putting on the gown that she gave me I sat down.*
While waiting I observed there were three items on a stand next to the examination table:*
A Tube of K-Y jelly,*
A rubber glove*
And a beer.*
When Dr. Putz finally came in I said,*
“Look Doc, I’m a little confused.*
This is my first examination.*
I know what the K-Y is for, and I know what the glove is for, but can you tell me what the BEER is for?”*
At that, Doctor Putz became noticeably outraged and stormed over to the door.*
He flung the door open and yelled to his new blonde nurse:*
“Damn it, Ethel!*
I said a BUTT light !!!"
Once upon a time there was a King who wanted to go fishing.*
He called the royal weather forecaster and enquired as to the weather forecast for the next few hours.*
The weatherman assured him that there was no chance of rain in the coming days.*
So the King went fishing with his wife, the Queen.*
On the way he met a farmer on his donkey.*
Upon seeing the King the farmer said,*
"Your Majesty, you should return to the palace at once because in just a short time I expect a huge amount of rain to fall in this area."*
The King was polite and considerate, he replied:*
"I hold the palace meteorologist in high regard.*
He is an extensively educated and experienced professional.*
And besides, I pay him very high wages.*
He gave me a very different forecast.*
I trust him and I will continue on my way."*
So he continued on his way.*
However, a short time later a torrential rain fell from the sky.*
The King and Queen were totally soaked and their entourage chuckled upon seeing them in such a shameful condition.*
Furious, the King returned to the palace and gave the order to execute the weatherman at once!*
Then he summoned the farmer and offered him the prestigious and high paying role of royal forecaster.*
The farmer said,*
"Your Majesty, I do not know anything about forecasting.*
I obtain my information from my donkey.*
If I see my donkey's ears drooping, it means with certainty that it will rain."*
So the King hired the donkey.*
And so began the practice of hiring asses to work in the government and occupy its highest, most influential positions..
A woman asks her husband at breakfast time, "Would you like some bacon and eggs, a slice of toast, and maybe some grapefruit juice and coffee?"
He declines. "Thanks for asking, but, I'm not hungry right now. "It's this Viagra," he says. "It's really taken the edge off my appetite."
At lunchtime, she asks him if he'd like something. "How about a bowl of soup, homemade muffins, or a cheese sandwich?"
He declines. "The Viagra," he says, "really trashes my desire for food."
Come dinner time, she asks if he wants anything to eat. "Would you like a juicy rib eye steak and some scrumptious apple pie? Or maybe a rotisserie chicken or tasty stir fry?"
He declines again. "No," he says, "it's got to be the Viagra. I'm still not hungry."
"Well," she says, "Would you mind letting me up? I'm starving."
Comment