I was in two minds about posting a Funny
Friday, given that the east coast of Australia is experiencing unprecedented
fires that have so far taken 17 lives and thousands of homes. Entire towns have been waiting on beaches for
evacuation, reminiscent of Dunkirk; communities are trapped; businesses have
been destroyed at a time when they would usually have their greatest trade;
half a billion wildlife animals have been killed, as has farm livestock,
farmers having to shoot remaining livestock in many cases.
In such circumstances, telling jokes feels
a bit like dancing on someone’s grave, especially in that my locality is
removed from the fires and the drought which is also devastating the country.
Ultimately I made the decision that in
times of crisis, people should persevere and carry on, even with daily routines
and activities. I am therefore still posting a Funny Friday whilst respecting and
thinking of those less fortunate.
If anyone wishes to make a donation or
otherwise to assist, here are some links for support:
NSW Rural Fire Service
The NSW RFS is composed of volunteers and is the largest volunteer fire service in the world. Rural Fire Brigades are more than just an emergency service, they are also a vital community service, providing a community meeting point and offering assistance with non-emergency roles.
NSW Rural Fire Service
Donations to the families of the two volunteer firefighters who were killed during the Green Wattle Creek fire. Geoffrey Keaton (32 years old) and Andrew O'Dwyer (36) who both leave behind young children.
Salvation Army
The Salvos have launched a Disaster Appeal to support communities affected by the bushfires.
Port Macquarie Koala Hospital
The Port Macquarie Koala Hospital is accepting donations to develop and build watering stations for thirsty koalas on their GoFundMe page.
GIVIT
If you don't have much spare cash but do have useful household items to donate to those affected by the fires, GIVIT might be the place to go. Money can also be donated.
Re NSW:
Re Qld:
Red Cross
Donate to the Red Cross disaster relief and recovery appeal. The Australian Red Cross is supporting communities affected by fires.
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SOME HUMOUR . .
.
Husband: My
wife is missing. She went shopping yesterday and has not come home.
Sheriff: What
is her height?
Husband: Gee,
I'm not sure. A little over five-feet tall.
Sheriff:
Weight?
Husband: Don't
know. Not slim, not really fat.
Sheriff: Colour
of eyes?
Husband: Sort
of brown I think. Never really noticed.
Sheriff: Colour
of hair?
Husband:
Changes a couple times a year. Maybe dark brown now. I can't remember.
Sheriff: What
was she wearing?
Husband: Could
have been pants, or maybe a skirt or shorts. I don't know exactly.
Sheriff: What
kind of car did she go in?
Husband: She
went in my truck.
Sheriff: What
kind of truck was it?
Husband: A 2015
Ford F150 King Ranch 4X4 with Eco-boost 5.0L V8 engine special ordered with
manual transmission and climate controlled air conditioning. It has a custom
matching white cover for the bed, which has a matching aftermarket bed liner.
Custom leather 6-way seats and !!Bubba‽ floor mats. Trailering package with
gold hitch and special wiring hook-ups. DVD with full GPS navigation, satellite
radio receiver, 23-channel CB radio, six cup holders, a USB port, and four
power outlets. I added special alloy wheels and off-road Michelins. It has
custom running boards and indirect wheel well lighting. At this point the
husband started choking up.
Sheriff: Take
it easy, we'll find your truck . . .
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Last September
I posted a lengthy item as follows:
A man is at the
funeral of an old friend.
He tentatively
approaches the deceased's wife and asks whether he can say a word. The widow
nods. The man clears his throat and says, "Plethora."
The widow
smiles appreciatively. "Thank you," she says. "That means a
lot."
Another man
comes up and says: "Mind if I say a word too?" She says: "Please
do." The man clears his throat and says: "Bargain." The widow
replies: "Thanks, that means a great deal."
Another man
comes up and asks for the same privilege. The widow thanks him, saying that
would be very nice. The man clears his throat and says: "Earth." The
widow replies, "Thank you, that means the world."
Another man
comes up and asks if he could say a couple words. The widow thanks him, saying
that would be very nice. The man clears his throat and says: "Being
alive." The widow replies, "Thank you, he would have liked
that."
Another man
comes up and asks if he could say a word. The widow thanks him, saying that
would be very nice. The man clears his throat and says: "Infinity" .
The widow replies, "Thank you, that means more than you could possibly
imagine."
Another man
comes up and asks if he could say a word. The widow thanks him, saying that
would be very nice. The man clears his throat and says: "Fhqwhgads".
The widow replies: "Thanks, you don't know what that means."
Another man
comes up and says: “Mind if I say a few words too?” She says: “Please do.” The
man clears his throat and says: “The Mariana Trench.” The widow replies:
“Thanks, that’s really deep.”
Another man comes
up and says: "Mind if I say a few words too?" She says: "Please
do." The man clears his throat and says: "water pit". The widow
replies: "Thanks, I know you mean well."
Another man
approaches the widow and says: “I’m truly sorry for your loss, he was a great
man.” The widow replies: “I’m not sure you understand what’s happening here.”
Since then I
have had occasions when I have used one of the above responses in various situations. Example:
Client: “Thank
you very, very much.”
Me: “That means a lot.”
This came to
mind because I came across a slightly different version of the above item which
is also worth posting. I find it humongously
amusing, and that means a lot . . .
A guy walks up
to the widow at her husband’s funeral and says " May I just say one
word?" “Yes,” she replies. “Plethora."
The widow says “Thanks. That means a lot".
A man approaches
the widow and says " May I just say a few words?" “Yes,” she replies. "El mundo." The
widow says "Thanks. That would have meant the world to him.
A man
approaches the widow and says, "May I just say one word?" “Yes,” she replies. "Infinity." The
widow says, "Thank you. That means more than you know."
A man
approaches the widow and says "May I just say one word?" "Yes,”
she replies. "Discount." The widow says, "Thank you. That means
a great deal."
Another asks to
say a couple words, and the widow agrees. "Not dying." The widow
tells him "Thank you, he would have liked that."
Another asks to
say a word, and the widow agrees. "Glortnushpre." The widow tells him
"Thank you, you have no idea what that means."
A man
approaches the widow and says "May I just say a few words?" "Yes,”
she replies. "Ghost elevator." The widow says, "Thank you. That
really lifts my spirits"
A man
approaches the widow and says "May I just say one word? But you'd probably think I'm condescending." "And what's that?" "It's when you talk down to someone.”
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Call me a
racist if you want, but south of the border is a sea of violence, corruption
and stupidity I wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole.
I am thankful
every day that I live in Canada.
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Two women were playing
golf
The first woman
teed off and watched in horror as her ball headed directly toward a foursome of
men playing the next hole.
The ball hit
one of the men. He immediately clasped his hands together at his groin, fell to
the ground and proceeded to roll around in agony.
The woman
rushed down to the man, and immediately began to apologize. 'Please allow me to
help. I'm a Physical Therapist and I know I could relieve your pain if you'd
allow me,' she told him.
'Oh, no, I'll
be all right. I'll be fine in a few minutes,' the man replied. He was in
obvious agony, lying in the foetal position, still clasping his hands at his
groin.
At her
persistence, however, he finally allowed her to help. She gently took his hands
away and laid them to the side, loosened his pants and put her hands slowly and
carefully inside. She then administered a tender and skilful massage for
several long moments and softly asked 'How does that feel'?
“Feels
wonderful,” he replied, “but I still think my thumb's broken!”
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FROM THE VAULT .
. .
A limerick from
Bytes January 11. 2013:
The bustard's
an exquisite fowl
With plenty of
reason to howl.
He escapes what
would be
Illegitimacy
By grace of a
fortunate vowel.
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LIMERICK OF THE
WEEK . . .
A limerick with
a difference in that instead of an AABBA rhyming pattern it uses AAAAB, without
a rhyme at the end and by repeating the words that do rhyme:
There was a young fellow named Perkin
Who was always jerkin' his gherkin.
His wife said, "Now, Perkin,
Stop jerkin' your gherkin:
You're shirkin' your ferkin'---you bastard!"
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GALLERY . . .
UK street
artist Banksy created the above Christmas mural in Birmingham on December 10,
2019. The mural highlights homelessness,
especially sad at Christmas, and is called “God Bless Birmingham.”
The two
reindeer gained red noses in the hours after the mural was unveiled. Authorities
placed a sheet of perspex over it and added a protective fence to prevent any
further damage.
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CORN CORNER:
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I rear-ended a
car this morning...the start of a REALLY bad day!
The driver got
out of the other car, and he was a DWARF!!
He looked up at
me and said 'I am NOT Happy!'
So I said,
'Well, which one ARE you then?'
That's how the
fight started.
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Why do seagulls
fly over the sea?
Because if they
flew over the bay they'd be Bagels.
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A woman locked
her car key in her car, so she asked a passerby for help. The passerby took off
his pants, rolled it into a ball and rubbed it on the car door. The car door
springs open. Amazed, the woman asked the passerby how did he do it, to which
he replied: . . .
"It's
simple, these are khaki pants"
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