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Skriven 2005-02-12 18:37:56 av Greg Sears (1:153/307)
     Kommentar till en text av George Pope
Ärende: Re: Jokes in F UNNY....
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 GS>  GP> and George answered, "oh, shit, I'm in the wrong joke -- somehow
   >    > I'm stuck here with the I C E Man's ex!"
   >    G-day Mate, you treat her right now Ya hear!! '-)

     -=[ 08-Feb-2005 10:21 George Pope wrote this to GREG SEARS ]=-

 GP> Sounded just like her, eh?
   > Well, if she pissed me off too much, she's back on your doorstep,
   > mate! 

G-day George Pope, sure good enough for you, she must have improved eh! '-)

GS> GP> by a call from his mother-in-law.  She believed that there was no
  >   > doubt a good explanation for her daughter's behavior. Mike told her
  >   > to buzz off.                                          ^^^^ OOps Looks
  >                                                           like a typo OR
  >                                                           maybe bad story
  >                                                           writing! ;-)

     -=[ 08-Feb-2005 10:21 George Pope wrote MORE to GREG SEARS ]=-

 GP> Hey, why not BOTH???
   > Or, you mean bad story REwriting?
   > Two couples were playing cards one evening. One of the husbands, Dave,

[. . . . . .]

 GP> Greg, with a satisfied look on his face, surprised Mrs. Sears by
   > saying, "Good, I was hoping so. Dave came by my office this morning and
   > borrowed five hundred dollars from me. He promised me he'd stop by this
   > afternoon on his way home and pay me back."

G-day George Pope, now see there, with practice it looks as though that the
                   "toaster's working for you CyberPope!" '-)


> OBJoke: for our Moderator and all-round friend/servant

I love my Job
I love my Job, I love the Pay!
I love it more and more each day.
I love my Boss; he's the best!
I love his boss and all the rest.

I love my Office and its location -
I hate to have to go on vacation.
I love my furniture, drab and gray,
and the paper that piles up every day!

I love my chair in my padded Cell!
There's nothing else I love so well.
I love to work among my Peers -
I love their leers and jeers and sneers.

I love my Computer and all its Software;
I hug it often though it doesn't care...
I love each Program and every File,
I try to understand once in a while!!

I'm happy to be here, I am I am;
I'm the happiest Slave of my Uncle Sam.
I love this Work: I love these Chores.
I love the Meetings with deadly Bores.

I love my Job - I'll say it again -
I even love these friendly Men -
These men who've come to visit today
In lovely white coats to take me away!!!


> OBJoke: for Mr. <+]::-) ("Cyberpope")

An elderly lady came to see a young male doctor with her husband.  After
the consultation was finished, the elderly man suddenly asked the doctor
for a piece of paper and a pen.  Although a strange request, he complied,
and the man quickly wrote something, then handed the folded piece of
paper to the doctor.  He told him to read it as soon as they had left.

The doctor thought that the man perhaps had an embarrassing medical
complaint he didn't want to talk about in front of his wife, so the
doctor didn't hesitate in obeying the request.  Once the couple had left
the room, the doctor sat down and read the piece of paper.  It's contents
were thus:

"Doctor, your fly is undone!"



Salutations from --Christchurch-+
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... "Don't mince words, George ... what do you *REALLY* think?"

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