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[b]What happened to the Australians ? No Friday Yuk yet ? Its almost lunch time in the UK :p [/b]

Doctor Dave had slept with one of his patients and felt guilty all day long. No matter how much he tried to forget about it, he couldn't.

The guilt and sense of betrayal was overwhelming. But every once in a while he'd hear an internal, reassuring voice that said:

"Dave, don't worry about it. You aren't the first doctor to sleep with one of their patients and you won't be the last and you're single. Just let it go..."

But invariably the other voice would bring him back to reality, whispering:

"Dave, you're a vet..."

]:)

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by shellbot

This cat catches a mouse and sticks a jar over him.

The mouse is there "lets us out man,im gasping,I promise I won't run away"

Cat says feck this and throws another jar over him

Mouse is really gasping now" lets us out man,im gasping,I promise I won't run away"

Cat says feck this and throws yet another jar over the mouse

Mouse is really snookered now "lets us out man,im gasping,I promise I won't run away,I promise ya"

Cat says"now you promise you won't run away"

Mouse "ye man,let us out,im snookered"

Cat lets him out and with that the mouse legs it back into his hole

The cat is fuming runs over and says"you promised dude"

Mouse says ????????? .

ah sur Id say anything with a few jars on me.

by shellbot

I been around..lurking in the shadows.

Wasn't around for a bit..things weren't so great..but i've pulled myself up out of the muck and am getting on with my life..so i'm not so bad.

Yes..where have you been???
It all good?

by dmambo

[i]Note: Purity filter in the shop for repair at the time of this posting.[/i]

A groom passes down the aisle of the church to take his place by the altar and the best man notices that the groom has the biggest, brightest smile on his face.

The best man says, "Hey man, I know you are happy to be getting married, but what's up - you look so excited."

The groom replies, "I just had the best blow job I have ever had in my entire life and I am marrying the wonderful woman who gave it to me."

The bride comes walking down the aisle and she, too, has the biggest, brightest smile on her face.

The maid of honor notices this and says, "Hey, girlfriend, I know you are happy to be getting married, but what's up, you look so excited."

The bride replies "I have just given the last blow job of my entire life."

by hal 9000

Purity Filter is now well beyond repair and is not replaceable because it fails to run on Windows XP SP2.

I told you that if you kept pushing that envelope you would break it beyond repair and now that you have what are you going to attempt to do now to maintain an air of [b]Purity?[/b] :^0

Well no matter early next year when you get your new hardware to run your new Vista OS and Software it wouldn't have worked anyway and since there was only 1 buyer worldwide for it the makers have withdrawn every single copy from the market to prevent any repetitions of questions like [b]How's your M$ Bob this Week?[/b] I understand that they have crushed every copy and then feed the remains into a Blast Furnace to destroy all the evidence that they ever produced such a silly application. You Obviously failed to take notice of the [b]Product Recall[/b] that they issued for that one copy that was sold. I must warn you however that the company involved is looking hard for that single remaining copy so that they can destroy it and remove any trace of their folly from the world. You obviously didn't register it either or they would have found it a long time ago. :D

Better get used to the [b]Life in the Gutter with the Rest Of us having all the Fun![/b] :p

Col ]:)

by stargazerr

Even if ur purity filter is in the shop .. you should have acquired enough purity tendencies by now, so that you can keep from making posts of this nature !!! :p

Still taking a peek into the gutter and coming up with lame excuses ? ;)

]:)

by hal 9000

And refusing to come up for air and is still trying to act [b]All Pure![/b] :^0

The gutter that I'm thinking of where about 6 feet wide and at least 8 feet deep and when it did rain they still overflowed. Now can you see why DM is having such a good time but refusing to allow himself to believe he's anything but the purest Alter Boy. when it should actually read [b]Altered Boy.[/b] :D

Col ]:)

by shellbot

but still funny

Smart Thinking
A man in the Florida supermarket tries to buy half a head of lettuce.

The very young produce assistant tells him that they sell only whole heads of lettuce. The man persists and asks to see the manager. The boy says he'll ask his manager about it.

Walking into the back room, the boy said to his manager, "Some @sshole wants to buy half a head of lettuce."

As he finished his sentence, he turned to find the man standingright behind him, so he added, "And this gentleman has kindly offered to buy the other half."

The manager approved the deal, and the man went on his way.

Later the manager said to the boy, "I was impressed with the way you got yourself out of that situation earlier. We like people who think on their feet here. Where are you from, son?"

"Canada, sir," the boy replied.

"Well, why did you leave Canada?" the manager asked.

The boy said, "Sir, there's nothing but whores and hockey players up there."

"Really?" said the manager. "My wife is from Canada."

"No sh*t?" replied the boy. "Who'd she play for?"

by jdclyde

Taking a wee break from the golf circuit, Tiger Woods drove his new Ford Excursion into an Irish gas station.

An attendant greeted him in typical Irish manner, unaware who the golf pro was. "Top of the mornin' to ya!" the Irishman smiled, doffing his Cap.

As Tiger got out of the mammoth vehicle, two tees fell out of his pocket. "So what are those, lad?" asked the attendant.

"They're called tees," replied Tiger.

"And what would ya be usin' 'em for, now?"
inquired the Irishman.

"Well, they're for resting my balls on when I drive," said Tiger.

"AW! Jaysus, Mary an' Joseph," exclaimed the Irish attendant. "Those fellas at FORD think of everything.!"

by jdclyde

Good to see you back, and doing well?

I am getting by. Things are getting better all the time in the home life, so not a lot of complaints, ya know?

You going to stick around for a bit this time?

by hal 9000

But I've spent quite a lot of time on the phone trying to find out why my Web Site is no longer available. I haven't got a straight answer yet but I'm still trying. :)

Anyway to keep in the Animal Theme of the week particularly since the [b]Race That Stops a Nation[/b] was run here during the week the [b]Melbourne Cup[/b] which was stolen by those Japanese for the first time ever how's this one?

[b]Q[/b] Why do the Kiwi Horses run so fast?

[b]A[/b] It's because they've seen what they do to the sheep and are not interested in staying around to see if they stop at the sheep.

Have a great weekend everyone. :p

Col ]:)

by stargazerr

I know the feeling. I put up a website for my dad and the stupid hosters never put it up even after 3 days !!! .. I ended up hosting it on my friend's server and revoking payment to the hosters i used before ... hehehe. That was fun. :D

]:)

by tig2

Don't remember when I have laughed so hard!

If you miss this, you are missing much- too funny!!!

by stargazerr

I have actually been working !!!! :o

hehehe ... Now projects kept me busy .. I am a bit free er now (If thats a word) and am going to be hanging around ol' TR more now ... :D

Its grrrreeat to be back .. !!

]:)

by heml0ck

1. I am currently out at a job interview and will reply to you if I fail to get the position. Be prepared for my mood.

2. You are receiving this automatic notification because I am out of the office. If I was in, chances are you wouldn't have received anything at all.

3. I will be unable to delete all the unread, worthless emails you send me until I return from holiday on 4 April. Please be patient and your mail will be deleted in the order it was received.

4. Thank you for your email. Your credit card has been charged $5.99 for the first ten words and $1.99 for each additional word in your message.

5. The e-mail server is unable to verify your server connection and is unable to deliver this message. Please restart your computer and try sending again.'

(The beauty of this is that when you return, you can see how many individuals did this over and over).

6. Thank you for your message, which has been added to a queuing system...
You are currently in 352nd place, and can expect to receive a reply in approximately 19 weeks.

7. I've run away to join a different circus.

AND, FINALLY, THIS ONE TAKES THE CAKE:

8. I will be out of the office for the next 2 weeks for medical reasons...
When I return, please refer to me as 'Margaret ' instead of 'Steve'.

by tig2

Bathing the Cat- Method One

A 5 step guide to washing one of our furry little friends, without risking life, neither yours nor the lives of anyone who happens to be stupid enough to volunteer to help you with such a monstrous task.

You will need:
A cat (obviously).
A good friend (one who will sacrifice his/her life for you).
200 meters of band aids.
Patience, and the mentality of a kamikaze pilot.
Immediate access to a good doctor/plastic surgeon/psychiatrist.
5-6 SWAT team cops (or Navy SEALS if you prefer).
A strong death wish
A litre or more of the Spirit of your choice

Getting Started.
First, here are a couple of things you should know about cats, before you start:
1. Cats hate water about as much as you hate getting your face torn to shreds by frantic cat claws.
2. Cats do not care whether you survive or not. They have little or no respect for human life in general. A cat will, without any hesitation or remorse, tear your eyeballs out, or remove all the skin off your body.
3. Although you have the advantage of size, the little bugger WILL use any dirty tricks he can think of, so should you.
4. Do not expect to outsmart your little feline friend, as it is a well known fact that any cat is smarter than any person who is dumb enough to try to bathe one.

Ok, now you should be somewhat prepared for the task that lies ahead, although, you should be aware that no man can ever really be prepared for the ultimate test of manhood, catbathing.

STEP 1
Take your cat under your arm, nonchalantly, like it was just to pat him a little, make sure that the cat has no idea of your foul intentions, you can control this by putting your ear next to the cat's throat. If there is a soft purrrrring sound, you are safe. If the cat just stares at you with a suspicious look... DROP THE STINKER AND RUN!

STEP 2
Wait a couple of hours, until the animal is sound asleep, and go in for a surprise attack. Sit down next to him and start talking to him, patting him carefully on the tummy (NOTE: some cats do not like to be touched on that particular spot, you should know if your cat is one of 'em. Check your hands/face/arms/shoulders/legs/back/groin/butt for scars to make sure). Keep this up until the cat has started purrrrring. Put your soul in to it, or else the cat will know that foul play is involved. Remember the cat has nine lives to spend, while you have but one. If you have to spend the next two days assuring your wife that you love her just as much as the cat, you know you did a good job.

STEP 3
Redecorate the bath to make it look like a kitty heaven, cats have an instinct, you see. Even a cat that has never seen the inside of a bath will instinctively know what is going on when you take him into a bathroom. This is known as "predestinate water syndrome" and has also been observed on young human specimens. Take the cat in your hands, and start running for the bathroom. You should hire professionals to open/close the doors for you, or else you will fail miserably. Navy SEALs should be a good help here. Try opening a door with a rabid kitty in your hands, and you'll see what I mean.

STEP 4
Try to throw cat into bathtub.
Remove cat from scalp.
Consider getting a new cat.
Push cat into tub.
Pour large stiff drink. Consume quickly- you don?t have much time here
Go see a doctor to stop bleeding from hands and face.
Consider getting a new cat.
Put duct tape on cat's claws.
Get friend to hold cat while pouring water on him.
Remove duct tape from inner ear, and remove cat from friends reproductive organs.
Consider getting a new cat.
Pour another large stiff drink. Offer one to your friend- he needs it
Tie cat's legs together with dental floss threads, get friend to help holding the cat down while soaping him up.
Remove slippery cat from friends face (NOTE: Very hard).
Consider getting a new cat.
Pour another large stiff drink. For some reason, the alcohol will cloud your mind and keep you from abandoning the project altogether
Get four Navy SEALs to help hold cat's paws, while you try to dry him with a towel.
Pay for Navy SEALs' bills from the plastic surgeon
Consider getting a new cat.
Open door to let cat go lick himself dry.
Go see a psychiatrist (by now, you will need it).
Consider getting a dog.

STEP 5
Nobody has ever reached this far, but if you do, call the Guinness Book. They will need verification.

Congratulations, your cat is now clean, although you now look like something one would normally cook for dinner.

Cat Bathing as a Martial Art- Method Two
Some people say cats never have to be bathed. They say cats lick themselves clean. They say cats have a special enzyme of some sort in their saliva that works like New, Improved Wisk - dislodging the dirt where it hides and whisks it away.
I've spent most of my life believing this folklore. Like most blind believers, I've been able to discount all the facts to the contrary - the kitty odors that lurk in the corners of the garage and dirt smudges that cling to the throw rug by the fireplace.
The time comes, however, when a man must face reality; when he must look squarely in the face of massive public sentiment to the contrary and announce: "This cat smells like a port-a-potty on a hot day in Juarez."
When that day arrives at your house, as it has in mine, I have some advice you might consider as you place your feline friend under you arm and head for the bathtub:
Know that although the cat has the advantage of quickness and lack of concern for human life, you have the advantage of strength. Capitalize on that advantage by selecting the battlefield. Don't try to bathe him in an open area where he can force you to chase him. Pick a very small bathroom. If your bathroom is more than four feet square, I recommend that you get in the tub with the cat and close the sliding-glass doors as if you were about to take a shower. (A simple shower curtain will not do. A berserk cat can shred a three-ply rubber shower curtain quicker than a politician can shift positions.)
Know that a cat has claws and will not hesitate to remove all the skin from your body. Your advantage here is that you are smart and know how to dress to protect yourself. I recommend canvas overalls tucked into high-top construction boots, a pair of steel-mesh gloves, an army helmet, a hockey face mask and a long-sleeve flak jacket.
Prepare everything in advance. There is no time to go out for a towel when you have a cat digging a hole in your flak jacket. Draw the water. Make sure the bottle of kitty shampoo is inside the glass enclosure. Make sure the towel can be reached, even if you are lying on your back in the water.
Use the element of surprise. Pick up your cat nonchalantly, as if to simply carry him to his supper dish. (Cats will not usually notice your strange attire. They have little or no interest in fashion as a rule. If he does notice your garb, calmly explain that you are taking part in a product- testing experiment for J.C. Penney.)
Once you are inside the bathroom, speed is essential to survival. In a single liquid motion, shut the bathroom door, step into the tub enclosure, slide the glass door shut, dip the cat in the water and squirt him with shampoo. You have begun one of the wildest 45 seconds of your life. Cats have no handles. Add the fact that he now has soapy fur, and the problem is radically compounded. Do not expect to hold on to him for more that two or three seconds at a time. When you have him, however, you must remember to give him another squirt of shampoo and rub like crazy. He'll then spring free and fall back into the water, thereby rinsing himself off. (The national record is -- for cats -- three latherings, so don't expect too much.)
Next, the cat must be dried. Novice cat bathers always assume this part will be the most difficult, for humans generally are worn out at this point and the cat is just getting really determined. In fact, the drying is simple compared to what you have just been through. That's because by now the cat is semipermanently affixed to your right leg. You simply pop the drain plug with your foot, reach for your towel and wait. (Occasionally, however, the cat will end up clinging to the top of your army helmet. If this happens, the best thing you can do is to shake him loose and to encourage him toward your leg.) After all the water is drained from the tub, it is a simple matter to just reach down and dry the cat.
In a few days the cat will relax enough to be removed from your leg. He will usually have nothing to say for about three weeks and will spend a lot of time sitting with his back to you. He might even become psychoceramic and develop the fixed stare of a plaster figurine.
You will be tempted to assume he is angry. This isn't usually the case. As a rule he is simply plotting ways to get through your defenses and injure you for life the next time you decide to give him a bath. But, at least now he smells a lot better!

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How to give a cat a bath- Method Three
1. Put both lids of the toilet up and add 1/8 cup of pet shampoo to the water in the bowl.
2. Pick up the cat and soothe him while you carry him towards the bathroom.
3. In one smooth movement, put the cat in the toilet and close both lids. Quickly. You may need to stand on the lid as the cat will be reaching out with claws extended trying to get purchase on anything- and your body is a likely candidate.
4. The cat will self agitate and make ample suds. Never mind the noises that come from the toilet, the cat is actually enjoying this.
5. Flush the toilet three or four times. This provides a "power-wash" and rinse".
6. Have someone open the front door of your home. Be sure that there are no people between the bathroom and the front door.
7. Stand behind the toilet as far as you can, and quickly lift both lids.
8. The cat will rocket out of the toilet, streak through the bathroom, and run outside where he will dry himself off.
9. Both the commode and the cat will be sparkling clean.

How to Give A Cat A Pill
Pick cat up and cradle it in the crook of your left arm as if holding a baby. Position right forefinger and thumb on either side of cat's mouth and gently apply pressure to cheeks while holding pill in right hand. As cat opens mouth pop pill into mouth. Allow cat to close mouth and swallow.

Retrieve pill from floor and cat from behind sofa. Cradle cat in left arm and repeat process.

Retrieve cat from bedroom, and throw soggy pill away.

Take new pill from foil wrap, cradle cat in left arm holding rear paws tightly with left hand. Force jaws open and push pill to back of mouth with right forefinger. Hold mouth shut for a count of ten.

Retrieve pill from goldfish bowl and cat from top of wardrobe. Call spouse from garden.

Kneel on floor with cat wedged firmly between knees, hold front and rear paws. Ignore low growls emitted by cat. Get spouse to hold head firmly with one hand while forcing wooden ruler into mouth. Drop pill down ruler and rub cat's throat vigorously.

Retrieve cat from curtain rail, get another pill from foil wrap. Make note to buy new ruler and repair curtains. Carefully sweep shattered figurines and vases from hearth and set to one side for gluing later.

Wrap cat in large towel and get spouse to lie on cat with head just visible from below armpit. Put pill in end of drinking straw, force mouth open with pencil and blow down drinking straw.

Check label to make sure pill not harmful to humans, drink 1 beer to take taste away.

Apply Band-Aid to spouse's forearm and remove blood from carpet with cold water and soap.

Retrieve cat from neighbor's shed. Get another pill. Open another beer. Place cat in cupboard and close door onto neck to leave head showing. Force mouth open with dessert spoon. Flick pill down throat with elastic band.

Fetch screwdriver from garage and put cupboard door back on hinges. Drink beer.

Fetch bottle of scotch. Pour shot, drink.

Apply cold compress to cheek and check records for date of last tetanus jab. Apply whiskey compress to cheek to disinfect. Toss back another shot. Throw T-shirt away and fetch new one from bedroom.

Ring fire brigade to retrieve the friggin' cat from tree across the road. Apologize to neighbor who crashed into fence while swerving to avoid cat. Take last pill from foil-wrap.

Tie the front paws to rear paws with garden twine and bind tightly to leg of dining room table, find heavy duty pruning gloves from shed. Push pill into mouth followed by large piece of fillet steak. Be rough about it.

Hold head vertically and pour 2 pints of water down throat to wash pill down.

Consume remainder of Scotch. Get spouse to drive you to the emergency room, sit quietly while doctor stitches fingers and forearm and removes pill remnants from your right eye.

Call furniture shop on way home to order new table.

Arrange for SPCA to collect mutant cat from hell and ring local pet shop to see if they have any hamsters.

by zen37

I haven't laughed so hard in a loooooong time.
The people at the office think i'm having some sort of epileptic scejure. My eyes are full of water from the laughter.

I miss my cat!

Thanks dude, i needed this.

by tig2

I am SO glad you enjoyed it!

I will cheerfully send you a feline- I have three. I know from whence I speak on the cat bathing thing...

I used to have a white Persian. Cat required bathing weekly in addition to daily grooming. Flak jacket at the ready, that was how I spent my weekends. Good thing that the little beggar had no front claws! I would spend Sundays licking my wounds after incurring them all day Saturday!

So glad you enjoyed my contribution to the weekly Yuk! Yours was quite entertaining as well- sent it to EVERYONE in my address book!

Still having gigglefits...

by w2ktechman

but I might add, for protective gear,
chain or plate mail armor
gauntlets
steel boots

Or, obtain a rope (thick) bag.
Put the cat in the bag.
Dunk it several times in soapy water
pay no mind to any screaming that you may hear, even if it is you!
rinse well.
Go outside
Toss the bag at least 20 ft.
close all doors/windows/cat doors.
wait 2-3 hours to open a door again

by mjd420nova

I can just don't understand all the fuss. Our cat was a stray that the neighborhood kids drenched in old motor oil and tried to hang. The first thing that happened when the cat came to our home was a good hot bath with loads of DAWN. The cat will make a fuss but tolerates a bath very well. I just take a pair of old socks and cover my forearms. Of course I have to wear gloves first to ward off the bites when I clip his claws before running the bath water. He bellyaches alot but gets cleaned once a week.

by heml0ck

An honest man was being tailgated by a stressed-out woman on a busy boulevard. Suddenly, the traffic light turned yellow just in front of him. The man did the right thing stopping at the crosswalk even though he could have beaten the red light by accelerating through the intersection.

The tailgating woman hit the roof - and the horn - screaming in frustration as she missed her chance to get through the intersection. As she was still in mid-rant, she heard a tap on her window and looked up into the face of a very serious police officer.

The officer ordered her to exit her car with her hands in the air. He took her to the police station where she was searched, finger printed, photographed and placed in a holding cell. After a couple of hours, a policeman approached the cell and opened the door. She was escorted back to the booking desk where the arresting officer was waiting with her
personal effects.

He said, "I'm very sorry for this mistake. You see, I pulled up behind your car while you were blowing your horn, flipping off the guy in front of you, and cussing a blue streak at him. I noticed the 'Choose Life' license plate holder, 'What Would Jesus Do' bumper sticker, 'Follow Me to Sunday School' bumper sticker, and the chrome-plated Christian fish emblem on the trunk.

Naturally, I assumed you had stolen the car."

by stargazerr

Going to go off and on .. but will be here ... GG keeps me updated .. but my end of the year resolution is to skive off work a bit more and hang around here a bit more ;)

]:)

by oz_media

The missionary decided to attempt to teach the natives how to speak English as it would be easier for him to preach to them, so he takes the chief for a walk in the forest.

He points to a tree and says to the chief, "This is a tree."
The chief looks at the tree and grunts, "Tree."
The missionary is pleased with the response. They walk a little farther and the missionary points to a rock and says,
"This is a rock."
Hearing this, the chief looks and grunts, "Rock."
The missionary is really getting enthusiastic about the results when he hears a rustling in the bushes. As he and the chief peek over the top, he sees a couple making out. The missionary is really flustered and quickly says, "Riding a bike."

The chief looks at the couple briefly, pulls out his blowgun and kills them both. The missionary yells at the chief that he has spent years teaching the tribe how to be civilized and kind to each other, so how could he just kill these people in cold blood that way?

The chief frowns and says, "My bike!"

by delbertpgh

Not really a joke, unless you count me being a joke. Worth a wheeze or two.

Back in college, I lived in a house, with a couple of hippies named Neil and Donald upstairs. They had a mixed breed Persian cat, Zinnia. This little cat had so much fur, it looked like twelve pounds of cat, instead of the six it actually weighed. It was a sweet little animal, but with a deeply neurotic personality overlay. Neil and Donald weren?t too consistent about care, other than putting out food. Also, the cat liked to lay under the coffee table in the center of the small living room while all the freaks lay around the outer perimeter, inhaling deeply, and exhaling suddenly, in the direction of the cat. The poor animal was getting high as often as its owners.

Anyway, owing to the indifferent guidance from Donald, Zinnia had taken to crapping any time she felt the urge in the apartment, even after we put in a cat door. The cat just wouldn?t go outside. It was really getting on Neil?s and Donald?s nerves, because it put off the girl friends in a bad way. So, one night when Donald and I were feeling good and adventurous, and found a really fresh pile of turds at the top of the stair, I had an idea. Donald tended to listen to my ideas, because his were so stunningly unreliable, if they came at all.

?Why don?t we put her in a box with the crap. That would teach her that there?s a cost to doing it inside.?

?You think so? I guess so. That sounds cool, man.?

So we got a bottled beer case, big enough for her to sit in one end and contemplate her sins lying in the other, and put her underneath it. Except she did not tolerate the experience at all. We couldn?t tell exactly what was happening under the box, except we knew there was a cat exploding down there. We had to hold both ends of it down while she fought. I could tell after about 45 seconds that the cat was not going to enter any philosophical phase and learn moral lessons, down there in the dark under the box. So we lifted off the box, and I learned something.

The cat came slinking out at high speed, all the fur on its back, from neck to tail, slicked flat and brown. The pile of poop was smeared in a circle where the box had stood, as the cat lay on its back and fought at the ceiling with its claws.

I learned you don?t do that kind of thing to a cat. And then I learned how to bathe a cat.

by maecuff

And says "Can I have a grape?"

The bartender looks at the duck and says "F*ck, that duck is quacking at me like I can understand what it's saying. That's weird." And he shoos it out the door.

by dmambo

A new low. That set the mark for the absolutely stupidest "joke" I've ever heard. I feel like I'm part of a historic event. :D

by hal 9000

If you had not of bashed and bent your Purity Filter all out of shape and broken it you would have had the above filtered out and never have seen it. :^0

Col ]:)

by kiltie

[b]East of the Pond[/b]:
A blonde Essex girl and an Irish guy are in a bar when the Essex girl notices something strange about the wellies that the Irish guy's wearing.

She says to him,
"Scuse me mate, I ain't being funny or nuffink, but why does one of your wellies have an L on it, and the uva one's got an R on it?"

So, the Irish guy smiles, puts down his pint of Guinness and replies,
"Well, oim a little bit tick you see. The one with the R is for me roight foot and the one with the L is for me left foot."

"Cor, blimey!" exclaims the Essex girl,
[i]"so THAT'S why me knickers 'ave got C&A on the label"[/i]

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[b]Down Under[/b]
Bruce is driving over Sydney Harbour Bridge one day when he sees his girlfriend Shelia about to throw herself off. Bruce slams on the brakes and shouts "G'day Shelia! What the f*ck d'ya think ya doing?"

Shelia turns around with a tear in her eye and says
"G'day Bruce. Ya got me pregnant and now I'm gonna kill meself."

Bruce gets a lump in his throat when he hears this.

"Shelia," he says, "not only are you a great shag,
[i]but you're a real sport too."[/i]

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[b]Down the Pub[/b]
A man sat at a bar, drinking slowly. On his face was the saddest hangdog expression.

The bartender asked, "What's the matter? Are you having troubles with your wife?"

The man said, "We had a fight, and she told me that she wasn't going to speak to me for a month."

The bartender said, "That should make you happy."

The man said, [i]"No, the month is up today!"[/i]

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[b]In the Himalayas[/b]
Eleven women were clinging precariously to a wildly swinging rope suspended from a crumbling outcropping on Mount Everest.

Ten were blonde, one was a brunette.

As a group they decided that one of the party should let go. If that didn't happen the rope would break and everyone would perish.

For an agonizing few moments no one volunteered.

Finally the brunette gave a truly touching speech saying she would sacrifice herself to save the lives of the others.

[i]The blondes all applauded.[/i]

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[b]At the Office[/b]
Jones came into the office an hour late for the third time in one week and found the boss waiting for him.
"What's the story this time, Jones?" he asked sarcastically. "Let's hear a good excuse for a change."

Jones sighed, "Everything went wrong this morning, Boss.
The wife decided to drive me to the station.
She got ready in ten minutes, but then the drawbridge got stuck.
Rather than let you down,
I swam across the river -- look, my suit's still damp -- ran out to the airport, got a ride on Mr. Thompson's helicopter,
landed on top of Radio City Music Hall, and was carried here piggyback by one of the Rockettes."

"You'll have to do better than that, Jones," said the boss, obviously disappointed.
[i]"No woman can get ready in ten minutes."[/i]

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[b]In Canada[/b]
A little old lady went into the Bank of Canada one day, carrying a bag of money.
She insisted that she must speak with the president of the bank to open a savings account because, "It's a lot of money".
After much hemming and hawing, the bank staff finally ushered her into the president's office (the customer is always right).
The bank president then asked her how much she would like to deposit.
She replied, "165,000" and dumped the cash out of her bag onto his desk.
The president was of course curious as to how she came by all this cash, so he asked her,
"Ma'am, I'm surprised you're carrying so much cash around. Where did you get this money?"

The old lady replied, "I make bets."
The president then asked, "Bets? What kind of bets?"
The old woman said, "Well, for example, I'll bet you 25,000 that your balls are square."

"Haa" laughed the president, "That's a stupid bet. You can never win that kind of bet"
The old lady challenged, "So, would you like to take my bet?"
"Sure," said the president, "I'll bet 25,000 that my balls are not square"
The little old lady then said, "Okay, but since there is a lot of money involved, may I bring my lawyer with me tomorrow at 10:00 am as a witness?"
"Sure" replied the confident president.

That night, the president got very nervous about the bet and spent a long time in front of a mirror checking his balls, turning from side to side, again and again. He thoroughly checked them out until he was sure that there was absolutely no way his balls were square and that he would win the bet.
The next morning, at precisely 10:00 am, the little old lady appeared with her lawyer at the president's office.
She introduced the lawyer to the president and repeated the bet:
"25,000 says the president's balls are square"
The president agreed with the bet again and the old lady asked him to drop his pants so they could all see.
The president complied.
The little old lady peered closely at his balls and then asked if she could feel them. "Well, Okay," said the president,
" 25,000 is a lot of money, so I guess you should be absolutely sure."

Just then, he noticed that the [u]lawyer was quietly banging his head against the wall[/u].

The president asked the old lady, "What the hell's the matter with your lawyer?"

She replied,
[i]"Nothing, except I bet him 100,000 that at 10:00 am today, I'd have The Bank of Canada's president's balls in my hand."[/i]

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Last, and the least, a definition of a musical instrument

AKA The Worlds Shortest Clinton Joke (source Jasper Carrot)

[b]Har[i]monica[/i]
n. A mouth organ[/b]

by half9

no friday yuk??? probably because Hal and I get the yuk on saterday night [after we check the sheep]

by hal 9000

In the Erogenous Zones of Sheep after observing the way that the Kiwi's deal with them. :p

Personally I don't like sheep or the newest Kiwi Sex Aid Velcro Gloves but if you need any pointers on how to deal with sheep I can send you a copy of my Thesis. :D

Col ]:)

by half9

I lot of aussies come to Massey Uni. I think they like the "Hands on" approach in the agricutural papers

by hal 9000

To write my thesis. I now totally understand why Kiwi Shearers use the Wide Combs it's not so that that they can shear more sheep per day but that they have more time to service the sheep that they have sheared. :p

We actually have so many Kiwi's over here because as New Zealand is filled with [b]Boiling Mud[/b] most have now realised that you can not live on [b]Boiling Mud[/b] so they have emigrated to AU for their own safety. Unfortunately they refuse to integrate with the Aussies and retain their own not so little Enclaves with a lot of Sheep which they insist are [b]Lawn Mowers[/b] but as they are allowed into the house at night to stop getting cold I don't believe their stories. Besides I've seen what most get up to and have always declined to participate in their deprived activities. :)

I also know of one female Kiwi who stole a GE sheep for her own benefit and is still under threat of arrest if she ever returns. Not because of her actions with the sheep but because she stole one specially breed for the size of it's reproductive organ to allow the females eyes to water. It was a little Black Ram known as [b]Black Lister X[/b] and to this very day she has personalised number Plates 41-BLX 41 inches being the size and BLX being the Ram's name. She has to have a [b]Silver Fern[/b] transfer on her new car and though she now lives in Queersland refuses to follow any Queersland teams but will support NSW like a Rabid Dog when it comes to the [b]State Or Origin[/b] Though she has to die her hair Red the Queersland colour and not Blue the NSW Colour. She continues to insisted that the Rugby League Player who was caught inserting the finger in places where it didn't belong was actually only doing prostrate tests for his fellow players. He was that concerned about their health that he took every opportunity to test for [b]Enlarged Prostrates.[/b] :^0

Incidentally it only took 8 minutes to find the 35,000 Kiwis for my Thesis at the local Dole Office. Apparently they don't want jobs as they are scared that someone will come along and steal their favourite sheep. Apparently the AU Department of Social Security accepts this as a valid reason for them not getting full time work and even in the one occasion per week where they have to attend the local Centre Link Offices there are sheep pens provided for the Kiwi Clients. :0

Col ]:)

by half9

With all the rain that has fallen over the ditch, in the queerland coast, I would think you are quite familar with boiling mud by now, and are learning how to deal with it quite well. At least there are a few kiwis over there to give you some pointers. You lot probably use it for cement. LOL

by hal 9000

It's just Mud! And lots of it right at he moment. One of the Kiwi Fiends suggested running some boiling water pipes under it so he could them tell me how to manage it but unless it was boiling and bubbling he had no idea. :D

Actually I'm in SE Queers land and while we've had our fair share of water here recently very little of its ended up in the Catchment area most of what has fallen here runs straight into the Bay so it's here today & gone tomorrow. Even last Thursday when we had 5 inches locally other areas only got a few mills a few miles away so the rain has been very localised in places with no even coverage. Even Stanthorp didn't get any rain as they got Snow. All the Kiwi's there immediately went out on a [b]Kiwi Hunting Expedition[/b] as they insisted that they could now follow the ground birds tracks and when they killed several hundred they could almost make a meal of it. Unfortunately they looked till the snow melted without any sigh of [b]Kiwi Tracks![/b] I didn't have the heart to tell them that there are no Kiwi's here unless they wanted to hunt each other but they where not going to find any of the birds here as they just don't exist. In the end that had to cry themselves to sleep with their favourite sheep :^0

Col ]:)

by half9

I know what u mean about rain Hal.We have had heaps at home and I was down south last week and ran into a couple from Port Augusta. They were doing the tourist thing and woke on tueday morning to snow to sea level. they were all rugged up. been a real funny spring. Warm and rain then real cold gale winds and snow to low levels, And now we have icebergs floating around Someone had a bright idea of sending them over your way to help the drought, but that would be a waste of time as you lot would only make beer out of them. And there is more coming,they have seen one about a 1km long

by hal 9000

You don't know how to dress at all you either sweat to death or freeze to death.

Down in Victoria one ski resort had 30 CM of snow overnight and what makes it even worse is that for the entire season they only got 25 CM. So in one night toward the end of spring they got more snow that they got the entire year.

I actually heard that the icebergs where bigger and getting close to the southern shipping lanes and that's only the one tenth that's above the water. Just one of the bigger ones could fill up our dams that are nearly empty or fill the ones that have yet to have any water in them. BTW what's wrong with making beer from them? It would save a lot of water that would otherwise be used to make the stuff. Just have to make it stronger so so much doesn't get drunk. :)

Actually here we are on Level 4 Water Restrictions at the moment they don't go any higher but I believe that they are working out 2 more levels as the total storage capacity is somewhere around 28% and dropping. At the moment we could have a catastrophic failure of all the dams and not get our feet wet though it might prove a bit hard to get any drinking water afterwards.

OH BTW don't even begin to talk about Beer until you've drunk a Six Pack of Darwin Stubbies and then you will really have something to complain about. :0

Col

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