21 September 2014 – Amusements

Frank is 85 and lives in a Senior Citizens Home. Every night after dinner he goes to a secluded garden behind the home to sit and ponder his accomplishments and long life.

One evening, Mildred, age 82, wanders into the garden. They begin to chat and before they know it, several hours have passed. After a short lull in their conversation, Frank turns to Mildred and asks, “Do you know what I miss most of all?”

She asks, “What?”

“Sex.” he replies.

Mildred exclaims, “Why you old toot. You couldn’t get it up if I held a gun to your head!”

“I know,” Frank says, “but it would be nice if a woman could just hold it for a while.”

“Well, I can oblige,” says Mildred, who unzips his trousers, removes his manhood and proceeds to hold it. Afterward, they agree to meet secretly each night in the garden where they would sit and talk and Mildred would hold Frank’s thingie.

Then one night Frank didn’t show up at their usual meeting place. Alarmed, Mildred decided to find him and make sure he was O.K. She walked around the Senior Citizen Home where she found him sitting by the pool with Ethel, another female resident, who was holding Frank’s little Pal.

Furious, Mildred yelled, “You two-timing son-of-a-gun!! What does Ethel have that I don’t have?”

Old Frank smiled happily and replied, “Parkinson’s.” Continue reading “21 September 2014 – Amusements”

14 September 2014 – Amusements

A Variation on an Old Favourite

A lawyer died and arrived at the pearly gates. To his dismay, there were thousands of people ahead of him in line to see St. Peter.

To his surprise, St. Peter left his desk at the gate and came down the long line to where the lawyer was standing, and greeted him warmly. Then St. Peter and one of his assistants took the lawyer by the hands and guided him up to the front of the line, and into a comfortable chair by his desk.

The lawyer said, “I don’t mind all this attention, but what makes me so special?”

St. Peter replied, “Well, I’ve added up all the hours for which you billed your clients, and by my calculation you must be about 193 years old!”

The alternative punchline:

St Peter replied. “Well, we’ve never had a lawyer here before!” Continue reading “14 September 2014 – Amusements”

7 September 2014

Surprisingly, it’s been a pretty good week. After one of the coolest Augusts we’ve had in many years, September has started warm, dry and mainly sunny. We’re still waiting for the arrival of a proper Indian summer but this will do in the interim.

Penelope was out in the front the other day and noticed a veritable bombardment of swallows – there were probably around twelve to fifteen swallows performing aerial acrobatics above our driveway. I am guessing that this was the third brood of our resident swallows having been fledged and learning to fly and catch their food on the wing along with all the previous brothers and sisters. I imagine they were getting their instructions straight for the upcoming migration to South Africa.

“OK, has everyone got that? We’ll meet on the twelfth above the cricket pitch and then set off on the following day. Don’t forget to pack your toothbrush because once we leave we aren’t turning back!” Continue reading “7 September 2014”

7 September 2014 – Amusements

It got crowded in heaven, so, for one day it was decided only to accept people who had really had a bad day on the day they died. St. Peter was standing at the pearly gates and said to the first man, “Tell me about the day you died.”

The man said, “Oh, it was awful. I was sure my wife was having an affair, so I came home early to catch her with him. I searched all over the apartment but couldn’t find him anywhere. So I went out onto the balcony, we live on the 25th floor, and found this man hanging over the edge by his fingertips. I went inside, got a hammer, and started hitting his hands. He fell, but landed in some bushes. So, I got the refrigerator and pushed it over the balcony and it crushed him.

The strain of the act gave me a heart attack, and I died.”

St. Peter couldn’t deny that this was a pretty bad day, and since it was a crime of passion, he let the man in.

He then asked the next man in line about the day he died.

“Well, sir, it was awful,” said the second man. “I was doing aerobics on the balcony of my 26th floor apartment when I twisted my ankle and slipped over the edge. I managed to grab the balcony of the apartment below, but some maniac came out and started pounding on my fingers with a hammer. Luckily I landed in some bushes. But, then the guy dropped a refrigerator on me!”

St. Peter chuckled, let him into heaven and decided he could really start to enjoy this job.

“Tell me about the day you died,” he said to the third man in line.

“OK, picture this, I’m naked, hiding inside a refrigerator….” Continue reading “7 September 2014 – Amusements”

31 August 2014

You will all be mightily relieved, I’m sure, to know that we survived the weekend with Annabelle and have just about recovered from the exertions. She was good as gold and, of course, we had a marvellous time. She was a bit unsettled the first night and ended up in our bed with Penny – I was relegated to one of the spare bedrooms which was, I gather, just as well as Pen says she squirmed and wriggled all night. My goodness, not only does she have boundless energy but she even expends some of it while asleep! Continue reading “31 August 2014”

31 August 2014 – Amusements

This came from Dad.

LOGICAL AND LEGAL

A young Law student, having failed his Law exam, goes up to his crusty old professor, who is renowned for his razor-sharp legal mind.

Student: “Sir, do you really understand everything about this subject?”

Professor: “Actually, I probably do. Otherwise I wouldn’t be a professor, would I?”

Student: “OK. So I’d like to ask you a question. If you can give me the correct answer, I will accept my marks as they are. If you can’t give me the correct answer, however, you’ll have to give me an “A”.

Professor: “Hmmmm, alright. So what’s the question?”

Student: “What is legal but not logical, logical but not legal, and neither logical nor legal? ”

The professor wracks his famous brain, but just couldn’t crack the answer. Finally he gives up and changes the student’s failing mark into an “A” as agreed, and the student goes away, very pleased.

The professor continues to wrack his brain over the question all afternoon, but still can’t get the answer. So finally he calls in a group of his brightest students and tells them he has a really, really tough question to answer: “What is legal but not logical, logical but not legal, and neither logical nor legal? ”

To the professor’s surprise (and embarrassment), all the students immediately raise their hands.

“All right” says the professor, and asks his favourite student to answer.

“It’s quite easy, sir” says the student. “You see, you are 75 years old and married to a 30 year old woman, which is legal, but not logical. Your wife has a 22 year old lover, which is logical, but not legal. And your wife’s lover failed his exam but you’ve just given him an “A”, which is neither logical nor legal !!” Continue reading “31 August 2014 – Amusements”

24 August 2014

A distinctly cooler spell of weather this week – it seems like summer may indeed be receding from view in our rear-view mirror. It’s still been a pleasant enough week – no great deluges of rain in spite of the occasional dark foreboding skies – but significantly cooler than the temperatures we were enjoying before the remnants of hurricane Bertha passed through. Unfortunately, the Guardian had an article on Monday announcing that this was, indeed, the end of summer.

Forecasters said there was “not much to be optimistic about” as temperatures look set to remain below average with spells of rain throughout the rest of August.

After basking in a glorious heatwave for much of July, the curse of the typical British summer has struck again.

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24 August 2014 – Amusements

Bob a young journalism graduate from Tennessee had gone to work for the New York Times. His first assignment was to write a brief human interest story. An idea came to Bob and he returned to one of the most remote areas he knew of in his home state of Arkansas.

Deep in the woods, Bob came upon a farmer’s house and decided this would be a good place to start. He introduced himself to the back country farmer and explained why he was there. The farmer (named Farmer Dick) agreed to answer his questions.

Bob asked Farmer Dick what event in his life had made him the happiest? Farmer Dick replied, “One time a neighbor lost one of his sheep. We all formed a posse and found it. After we all had sex with it, we took it back to the farmer that lost it.”

“I can’t print that,” said Bob, the reporter. “Is there another event that made you really happy?”

Farmer Dick thought for a minute and said, “Yep. One time the daughter of another local farmer got lost. She was a good-lookin’ young girl. We all formed a posse and found her. After all of us had sex with her, we took her back to her daddy.”

Again Bob knew he couldn’t print the story and decided to take a different tack. He asked Farmer Dick, “Is there any event in your life that has made you really sad?”

Farmer Dick hung his head and replied, “Well, I got lost once.” Continue reading “24 August 2014 – Amusements”

17 August 2014

After the dire predictions of the wrath that hurricane Bertha was forecast to wreak, I have to say that we got off pretty lightly. Not sure that she deposited a month’s worth of rain in a day as they had projected, at least not in our neighbourhood anyway. Certainly there were lashings and lashings of rain on Monday but not the high winds that had been predicted, fortunately. She came, she did a bit of pissing about on everyone and then she left. Still, the weather has been considerably cooler in the aftermath with largely cloudy and overcast skies and the occasional thunderous downpour through the rest of the week. Continue reading “17 August 2014”