Mrsgunka has an endless supply of lovely short jokes (lucky us!).
A religious farmer lost his Bible out in the field.
A few days later he went to answer a noise at his door. Standing there was a cow, with his Bible in its mouth!
The farmer raised his eyes to heaven and thanked the Lord for this miracle.
"Not really," said the cow. "Your name was written inside."
Thank you, Mrsgunka.
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This is a good cartoon to accompany this joke:
Sunday, 17 June 2012
La Vezere
It's a glorious day here (for a change) and we went for a walk by the river after lunch. It's nice and cool, with the lovely relaxing noise of the water going through the rocks. Here's the Vezere, where they do the kayaking competitions during the summer:
And here is a little bit with sound:
And here is a little bit with sound:
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Saturday, 16 June 2012
Short and sweet
Today's laugh comes courtesy of our Mrsgunka.
Two blondes were sipping their Starbucks when a truck went past loaded up with rolls of sod.
"I'm going to do that when I win the lottery," announced the first blonde.
"Do what?" asked her friend.
"Send my lawn out to be mowed."
Thank you, Mrsgunka.
Two blondes were sipping their Starbucks when a truck went past loaded up with rolls of sod.
"I'm going to do that when I win the lottery," announced the first blonde.
"Do what?" asked her friend.
"Send my lawn out to be mowed."
Thank you, Mrsgunka.
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Thursday, 14 June 2012
Agent Murphy
Mrsgunka sent me this joke. For some reason, she thought of Irishgirl and Pallottine... ha ha!
A secret agent was sent to Ireland to pick up some very sensitive information from an agent called Murphy. His instructions were to walk around town using a code phrase until he met his fellow agent. He found himself on an isolated country road and finally ran into a farmer.
"Hello, said the agent, "I'm looking for a man called Murphy."
"Well you're in luck," said the farmer. "As it happens, there's a village right over the hill where a butcher is called Murphy, the baker is named Murphy, and three widows are called Murphy. In fact, my name is Murphy."
"Aha," thought the agent, "here's my man." So he whispered the secret code: "The sun is shining ... the grass is growing ... the cows are ready for milking."
"Oh," said the farmer, "you're looking for Murphy the spy. He's in the village over the other direction."
Cheers, Mrsgunka!
A secret agent was sent to Ireland to pick up some very sensitive information from an agent called Murphy. His instructions were to walk around town using a code phrase until he met his fellow agent. He found himself on an isolated country road and finally ran into a farmer.
"Hello, said the agent, "I'm looking for a man called Murphy."
"Well you're in luck," said the farmer. "As it happens, there's a village right over the hill where a butcher is called Murphy, the baker is named Murphy, and three widows are called Murphy. In fact, my name is Murphy."
"Aha," thought the agent, "here's my man." So he whispered the secret code: "The sun is shining ... the grass is growing ... the cows are ready for milking."
"Oh," said the farmer, "you're looking for Murphy the spy. He's in the village over the other direction."
Cheers, Mrsgunka!
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