Sunday, 6 May 2012

Paris!

I'm off to Paris tomorrow to meet my sister. I left some posts ready and scheduled as I won't be around until Thursday. I hope there aren't any glitches with the scheduling. It has been erratic since blogger changed their interface, so if the posts don't appear, don't panic, just continue to chat on whatever post is there!



This is some coincidence, but Austin has just sent me this spectacular photo of the Eiffel Tower against the Super Moon:


We'll see the sites and explore a few restaurants.




À bientôt!

Friday, 4 May 2012

The pond

An anonymous reader sent me this funny story:

An elderly man in Louisiana had owned a large farm for several years.

He had a large pond in the back. It was properly shaped for swimming, so he fixed it up nice with picnic tables, horseshoe courts, and some apple and peach trees.

One evening the old farmer decided to go down to the pond, as he hadn't been there for a while, and look it over.

He grabbed a five-gallon bucket to bring back some fruit.

As he neared the pond, he heard voices shouting and laughing with glee.

As he came closer, he saw it was a bunch of young women skinny-dipping in his pond.


He made the women aware of his presence and they all went to the deep end.

One of the women shouted to him, “We're not coming out until you leave!”

The old man frowned, “I didn't come down here to watch you ladies swim naked or make you get out of the pond naked.”

Holding the bucket up he said, “I’m here to feed the alligators.”


Some old men can still think fast...

Thursday, 3 May 2012

Perfect timing

A nice little tale from Mrsgunka (no, it wasn't her at Starbucks):

I was in Starbuck`s recently when I suddenly realized I desperately needed to fart. The music was really loud so I timed my farts with the beat of the music. After a couple of songs I started to feel a lot better.


I finished my coffee and noticed that everyone was staring at me…

And suddenly I remembered I was listening to my iPod …


Thank you, Mrsgunka.

Wednesday, 2 May 2012

The blonde wins...

View_From_Here sent me this delightful blonde joke with a difference...




A blonde city girl marries a North Dakota rancher.

One morning, on his way out to check on the cows, the rancher says to his wife,

"The insemination man is coming over to impregnate one of our cows today, so I drove a nail into the 2 by 4 just above where the cow's stall is in the barn. Please show him where the cow is when he gets here, ok?"

The rancher leaves for the fields.... After a while, the artificial insemination man arrives and knocks on the front door. The wife takes him down to the barn. They walk along the row of cows and when she sees the nail, she tells him,

"This is the one right here."

The man, assuming he is dealing with an airhead blonde, asks,

"Tell me lady, cause I'm dying to know; how would YOU know that this is the right cow to be bred?"

"That's simple," she said. "By the nail that's over its stall," she explains very confidently...

Laughing rudely at her, the man says,

"And what, pray tell, is the nail for?"

The blonde turns to walk away and says sweetly over her shoulder,

"I guess it's to hang your pants on...."



Thank you, View.