Mae all ..quick jump in ...hope we are all well..another love;ly day out there today .cleaned the pumps out on the water features ..they are all working now ..cleaned the conservatory windows they were bugging me .Still no let up in the Ukraine I see ..
hiya teegee .how are you today then ? hope all is good ..so you are in the home of the SAC are you ...are there any noise levels ? I watched this again on you tube this morning ...absolutely brilliant ..and so are the other similar ones.. hope you have a good day .
hiya Lav how are you then? hope all is well.No plants in yet?at least you have the manure to put them in when they do land .Im just looking through what seeds I have to start planting up .Where did your daughter get the tarantula idea from?Well done you for helping out with the Ukrainian issue ..
hiya ppqp ..how are you then?..great idea ..weather nice went home ...excellent ..went to plug a charger in this morning ...it wasnt working ...can we guess why? it begins with rabbit ...and ends with Bonnie ...hope today is as good for you ..
hiya pauly ..you ok ?
det ...yooo hoo..where are you hope all is ok friend ..
sam the man ..hows you mate ..
Mr. Greenberg was an illiterate immigrant, but he worked hard, saved his pennies, and started a small business. It did well, and soon he had enough money to send for the wife and children. The work kept him very busy, so he never had time to learn to write, but the bank was happy to do business with him, even though his signature consisted of two X’s.
He prospered, he opened more stores, the kids were transferred to private schools, the family moved into a fancy house (with one staircase going nowhere just for show)…you get the idea.
One day his banker, Mr. Smith, asked him to drop by.
“So vat’s the problem?” Greenberg asked, a bit anxiously.
Smith waved a bunch of checks at him. “Perhaps nothing,” he said, “but I wanted to be on the safe side. These recent checks of yours are all signed with 3 X’s, but your signature of record has just 2.”
Greenberg looked embarrassed. “I’m sorry about making trouble,” he said, “but my vife said that since I’m now such a high-class rich guy, I should have a middle name!”
Murphy drops some buttered toast on the kitchen floor and it lands butter-side-up. He looks down in astonishment, for he knows that it's a law of nature of the universe that buttered toast always falls butter-side-down, so he rushes round to the presbytery to fetch Father Flanagan. He tells the priest that a miracle has occurred in his kitchen, but he won't say what it is, so he asks Fr. Flanagan to come and see it with his own eyes. He leads Fr. Flanagan into the kitchen and asks him what he sees on the floor.
"Well," says the priest, "it's pretty obvious. Someone has dropped some buttered toast on the floor and then, for some reason, they flipped it over so that the butter was on top."
"No, Father, I dropped it and it landed like that!" exclaimed Murphy.
"Oh my Lord," says Father Flanagan, "dropped toast never falls with the butter side up. It's a miracle... No... Wait... It's not for me to say it's a miracle. I'll have to report this matter to the Bishop and he'll have to deal with it. He'll send some people round; to interview you, take photographs, and so on..."
A thorough investigation is conducted, not only by the archdiocese but by scientists sent over from the Curia in Rome. No expense is spared. There is great excitement in the town as everyone knows that a miracle will bring in much need tourism revenue.
Then, after 8 long weeks and with great fanfare, the Bishop announces the final ruling.
"It is certain that some kind of an extraordinary event took place in Murphy's kitchen, quite outside the natural laws of the universe. Something has definitely happened which cannot be explained by Earthly means. Yet the Holy See must be very cautious before ruling a miracle and all other explanations must be ruled out. And so, unfortunately for that very reason, in this case, it has been declared 'No Miracle' because they think that Murphy may have simply buttered the toast on the wrong side!"
I just had a WKD with ice in it.
It was Wicked.
A delivery man knocked on my door today and said, "I have a parcel for your next door neighbour."
I said, "you've got the wrong house then mate! "
A grasshopper goes into a bar, hops up on the counter and says to the bartender, "give me a drink."
The bartender says, "hey, there's a cocktail named after you!"
The grasshopper says, "you mean there's a drink called Bob?"
After years of research scientists have identified the biggest cause of dry skin...
Towels.
hiya teegee .how are you today then ? hope all is good ..so you are in the home of the SAC are you ...are there any noise levels ? I watched this again on you tube this morning ...absolutely brilliant ..and so are the other similar ones.. hope you have a good day .
hiya Lav how are you then? hope all is well.No plants in yet?at least you have the manure to put them in when they do land .Im just looking through what seeds I have to start planting up .Where did your daughter get the tarantula idea from?Well done you for helping out with the Ukrainian issue ..
hiya ppqp ..how are you then?..great idea ..weather nice went home ...excellent ..went to plug a charger in this morning ...it wasnt working ...can we guess why? it begins with rabbit ...and ends with Bonnie ...hope today is as good for you ..
hiya pauly ..you ok ?
det ...yooo hoo..where are you hope all is ok friend ..
sam the man ..hows you mate ..
Mr. Greenberg was an illiterate immigrant, but he worked hard, saved his pennies, and started a small business. It did well, and soon he had enough money to send for the wife and children. The work kept him very busy, so he never had time to learn to write, but the bank was happy to do business with him, even though his signature consisted of two X’s.
He prospered, he opened more stores, the kids were transferred to private schools, the family moved into a fancy house (with one staircase going nowhere just for show)…you get the idea.
One day his banker, Mr. Smith, asked him to drop by.
“So vat’s the problem?” Greenberg asked, a bit anxiously.
Smith waved a bunch of checks at him. “Perhaps nothing,” he said, “but I wanted to be on the safe side. These recent checks of yours are all signed with 3 X’s, but your signature of record has just 2.”
Greenberg looked embarrassed. “I’m sorry about making trouble,” he said, “but my vife said that since I’m now such a high-class rich guy, I should have a middle name!”
Murphy drops some buttered toast on the kitchen floor and it lands butter-side-up. He looks down in astonishment, for he knows that it's a law of nature of the universe that buttered toast always falls butter-side-down, so he rushes round to the presbytery to fetch Father Flanagan. He tells the priest that a miracle has occurred in his kitchen, but he won't say what it is, so he asks Fr. Flanagan to come and see it with his own eyes. He leads Fr. Flanagan into the kitchen and asks him what he sees on the floor.
"Well," says the priest, "it's pretty obvious. Someone has dropped some buttered toast on the floor and then, for some reason, they flipped it over so that the butter was on top."
"No, Father, I dropped it and it landed like that!" exclaimed Murphy.
"Oh my Lord," says Father Flanagan, "dropped toast never falls with the butter side up. It's a miracle... No... Wait... It's not for me to say it's a miracle. I'll have to report this matter to the Bishop and he'll have to deal with it. He'll send some people round; to interview you, take photographs, and so on..."
A thorough investigation is conducted, not only by the archdiocese but by scientists sent over from the Curia in Rome. No expense is spared. There is great excitement in the town as everyone knows that a miracle will bring in much need tourism revenue.
Then, after 8 long weeks and with great fanfare, the Bishop announces the final ruling.
"It is certain that some kind of an extraordinary event took place in Murphy's kitchen, quite outside the natural laws of the universe. Something has definitely happened which cannot be explained by Earthly means. Yet the Holy See must be very cautious before ruling a miracle and all other explanations must be ruled out. And so, unfortunately for that very reason, in this case, it has been declared 'No Miracle' because they think that Murphy may have simply buttered the toast on the wrong side!"
I just had a WKD with ice in it.
It was Wicked.
A delivery man knocked on my door today and said, "I have a parcel for your next door neighbour."
I said, "you've got the wrong house then mate! "
A grasshopper goes into a bar, hops up on the counter and says to the bartender, "give me a drink."
The bartender says, "hey, there's a cocktail named after you!"
The grasshopper says, "you mean there's a drink called Bob?"
After years of research scientists have identified the biggest cause of dry skin...
Towels.
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