DonB

pronounced politically incorrect

without proper authority

flanked by boarded-up

digging a tunnel

I think I'll get shares in plasticard manufacture! NEAT!

> Don't talk to my parrot .... > > Wanda's dishwasher quit working so she called in a repairman. Since she > had to go to work the next day, she told the repairman, "I'll leave the > key under the mat. Fix the dishwasher, leave the bill on the counter, > and I'll mail you a check. Oh, by the way don't worry about my dog > Spike. He won't bother you." > > "But, whatever you do, do NOT, under ANY circumstances, talk to my > parrot!" > > When the repairman arrived at Wanda's apartment the following day, he > discovered the biggest, meanest looking dog he has ever seen. But, just > as she had said, the dog just lay there on the carpet watching the > repairman go about his work. > > The parrot, however, drove him nuts the whole time with his incessant > yelling, cursing and name calling. > > Finally the repairman couldn't contain himself any longer and yelled, > > "Shut up, you stupid, ugly bird!" > > To which the parrot replied, > > "Get him Spike!" > > See - Men just don't listen!

Lovely looking model, Missy. Do you have thoughts or evidence of the state of the track alongside this dock? I know it's not Highclere area, but a picture at http://www.warwickshirerailways.com/gwr/gwrss538a.htm shows a similar dock at Shipston-on-Stour, with "bricked-in" track for ease of cleaning-up???.

to run marathons

expecting male domination

FW: Glasgow Boys Two Glasgow boys, Archie and Jock, are sitting in the pub discussing Jock's forthcoming wedding. 'Ach, it's all going like magic,' says Jock. 'I've got everything organised already: the flowers, the church, the cars, the reception, the rings, the minister, even ma stag night...' Archie nods approvingly. 'Hell, I've even bought a kilt to be married in!' continues Jock. 'A kilt?' exclaims Archie, 'That's grand, you'll look pure smart in that! And what's the tartan?' 'Ach,' says Jock, 'I'd imagine she'll be in white! ;~) Have a super week.....& smile

where spectators slumbered

with Wagnerian authority

with the orchestra

and flatulence-causing baked-beans

making Black-Pudding breakfast

like the Warders

making porage incessantly

leading to imprisonment

but hardy souls

ruining foie-gras production

WEE SCOTTISH JOKE On a bitterly cold winter's morning a husband and wife in Glasgow were listening to the radio during breakfast. They heard the announcer say, "We are going to have 8 to 10 inches of snow today. You must park your car on the even-numbered side of the street, so the Snowploughs can get through". So the good wife went out and moved her car as instructed. A week later while they are eating breakfast again, the radio announcer said, "We are expecting 10 to 12 inches of snow today. You must park your car on the odd-numbered side of the street, so the snowploughs can get through". The good wife went out and moved her car again. The next week they are again having breakfast when the radio announcer says, "We are expecting 12 to 14 inches of snow today. You must park......." Then the electric power went out. The good wife was very upset, and with a worried look on her face she said, "I don't know what to do. Which side of the street do I need to park on so the snowploughs can get through?" Then, with all the love and understanding in his voice that men who are married to blondes always exhibit, the husband replied "Why don't you just leave the bloody car in the garage this time?"

hospital visits worrying

broken laces allowing

alongside a wet

setting teeth on-edge