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A Touching Story

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In 1986, Peter Davies was on holiday in Kenya after graduating from Louisiana State University .

On a hike through the bush, he came across a young bull elephant standing with one leg raised in the air. The elephant seemed distressed, so Peter approached it very carefully. He got down on one knee, inspected the elephants foot, and found a large piece of wood deeply embedded in it. As carefully an d as gently as he could, Peter worked the wood out with his knife, after which the elephant gingerly put down its foot.

The best put down line ever!

Peter Cosgrove

General Cosgrove was interviewed on the radio recently.

Read his  reply to the lady who interviewed him concerning guns and children. Regardless of how you feel about gun laws you gotta love this!

This is one of the best comeback lines of all time. It is a portion of an ABC  radio interview between a female broadcaster and General Cosgrove who was about to sponsor a Boy Scout Troop visiting his military Headquarters.


FEMALE INTERVIEWER: 
So, General Cosgrove, what things are you going to teach these young boys when they visit your base? 

GENERAL COSGROVE: 
We’re going to teach them climbing, canoeing, archery and shooting.  

FEMALE INTERVIEWER: 
 Shooting! That’s a bit irresponsible, isn’t it? 

GENERAL COSGROVE: 
I don’t see why, they’ll be properly supervised on the rifle range. 

FEMALE INTERVIEWER: 
Don’t you admit that this is a terribly dangerous activity to be teaching children?

GENERAL COSGROVE: 
I don’t see how. We will be teaching them proper rifle discipline before they even touch a firearm.  

FEMALE INTERVIEWER:
But you’re equipping them to become violent killers.. 


 GENERAL COSGROVE: 
Well, Ma’am, you’re equipped to be a prostitute, but you’re not one, are you? 

The radio cast went silent for 46 seconds and when it returned, the interview was over.

Beware the Boer

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Barack Obama was sitting in his office wondering which country to invade next, when his telephone rang.

“Howzit, Barack!” a voice in broken English said. “This is Koos Vannermerwe here from the Doringboom Bar in Welkom , South Africa . I am ringing to inform you that we are officially declaring war on you, boet!”

“Well, Koos,” Barack replied, “This is indeed important news! How big is your army?”

“Right now,” said Koos, after a moment’s calculation, “there is myself, my cousin Jan, my next-door neighbour Lang Hannes, and the entire darts team from the pub. That makes eight of us!”

Barack paused. “I must tell you, Koos, that I have one million men in my army waiting to move on my command.”

“Blikkiesfontein!” said Koos. “I’ll have to ring you back!” Sure enough, the next day, Koos called again. “Barack, my china, the war is still on! We have managed to acquire some infantry equipment!”

“And what equipment would that be, Koos?” Barack asked.

“Well, we have four Hilux double-cabs, two kombis, an old Case bulldozer, and Vet Gert’s John Deere tractor”.

Barack sighed. “I must tell you, Koos, that I have 16,000 tanks and 14,000 armored personnel carriers. Also, I’ve increased my army to 1,5 million since we last spoke.”

“Liewe erdvark!” said Koos. “I’ll have to get back to you…” Sure enough, Koos rang again the next day. “Barack, ou swaer, the war is still on! We have managed to get ourselves airborne! We’ve modified Doepie’s ultra-light with a couple of shotguns in the cockpit, and four okes from the Virginia Hengelklub have joined us as well!”

Barack was silent for a minute and then cleared his throat. “I must tell you, Koos, I have 10,000 bombers and 20,000 fighter planes. My military complex is surrounded by laser-guided, surface-to-air missile sites. And since we last spoke, I’ve increased my army to TWO MILLION!”

“Slaat my dood!”, said Koos, “I’ll have to ring you back.” Sure enough, Koos called again the next day. “Jis, jis, jis, Barack! I am sorry to tell you that we’ve had to call off the war.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” said Barack. “Why the sudden change of heart?”

“Well,” said Koos, “we’ve all had a long chat over some klippies and coke, and decided there’s no way we can feed two million prisoners of war!”

Tomato Season

I absolutely love this story or jokes or what ever it is. Check it out

Tomatoes

 

Shortest Essay Ever

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Shortest Essay Ever

This is a story of a 16 year-old boy from Hampshire, England who won the World’s Shortest Essay competition. He was awarded a scholarship at the University of Harvard……yeah right!!!

for his imagination and humour…. Here’s an example of absolute brilliance……

Shortest Essay:
An English university creative writing class was asked to write a concise essay containing the following elements:


1) Religion 

2) Royalty 

3) Physical Disability 

4) Racism

5) Homosexuality

The prize-winner wrote:

‘My God,’ cried the Queen, ‘That one-legged nigger is a poof’.

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Chinese in 5 minutes

Scabenga is not only here to provide humour, fit women, my life story and much much more but we are here to help you as much as we can and here we are again. Helping you learn the Chinese Language.

Below are some simple phrases that will get you through basic communication in China. Have fun…

Chinese in 5 minutes

Promised land

Promised land

Over five thousand years ago Moses said to the children of Israel “pick up your shovel, mount your asses and camels, and I will lead you to the promised land.”

Nearly 50 years ago, Harold Wilson said, “Lay down your shovels, sit on your asses, and light up a camel, this is the promised land.”

Then Gordon Brown stole your shovel, taxed your asses, raised the price of camels, and mortgaged the promised land.

Now David Cameron has loaned my shovel to a third World country, (he hasn’t realised yet thatWE are now a third World country), raised my fuel bills, lent my money to a crowd of incompetent, greedy “merchant bankers” and increased Vat to 20%.

 I got so depressed last night I called the Samaritans, they diverted my call to a call centre in Pakistan . I told them I was suicidal, they got all excited and asked if I could drive a truck.

Symbol of Marriage

International symbol of marriage is approved:

On June 1, 2011, after 5 years of heated debate,

the Commission of Human Rights approved the new International Symbol of Marriage:

Symbol of Marriage

Diary of an Englishman in Kariba

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DIARY OF AN ENGLISHMAN IN NORTHERN KARIBA (ZIMBABWE)

August 1
Just got transferred with work from London, UK to our new home in Chawara , Northern Kariba .
Now this is a town that knows how to live!
Beautiful, sunny days and warm, balmy evenings.
I watched the sunset from a deckchair by our pool yesterday.
It was beautiful.
I’ve finally found my new home.
I love it here.

September 1

Really heating up now.
It got to 31 today.
No problem though.
Living in air-conditioned home, driving air-conditioned car.
What a pleasure to see the sun every day like this.
I’m turning into a sun-worshipper – no blasted rain like back in London !!

September 15

Had the back yard landscaped with tropical plants today.
Lots of palms and rocks.
No more mowing lawns for me!
Another scorcher today, but I love it here.
It’s Paradise !

October 1

The temperature hasn’t been below 35 all week.
How do people get used to this kind of heat?
At least today it’s windy though.
Keeps the flies off a bit.
Acclimatizing is taking longer than we expected.

October 15

Fell asleep by the pool yesterday.
Got third degree burns over 60% of my body.
Missed three days off work.
What a dumb thing to do..
Got to respect the old sun in a climate like this!

October 20

– Didn’t notice Kitty (our cat) sneaking into the car before I left for work this morning.
By the time I got back to the car after work, Kitty had died and swollen up to the size of a shopping bag and stuck to the upholstery.
The car now smells like Whiskettes and cat shit.
I’ve learned my lesson though: no more pets in this heat.

October 25

– This wind is a bastard.
It feels like a giant fucking blow dryer.
And it’s hot as hell!
The home air conditioner is on the blink and the repair man charged $200 just to drive over and tell me he needs to order parts from fucking JHB …….The wife & the kids are complaining.

October 30

– The temperature’s up around 40 and the parts still haven’t arrived for the fucking air conditioner.
House is an oven so we’ve all been sleeping outside by the pool for 3 nights now.
Bloody $600,000 house and we can’t even go inside.
Why the hell did I ever come here?

November 4

Finally got the fucking air-conditioner fixed. It cost $1,500 and gets the temperature down to around 35 degrees.
Stupid repairman.
Fucking thief.

November 8

– If one more smart bastard says ‘Hot enough for you today?
I’m going to fucking throttle him.
Fucking heat!
By the time I get to work, the car radiator is boiling over, my fucking clothes are soaking fucking wet and I smell like baked cat.
Fucking place is the end of the Earth.

November 9

– Tried to run some errands after work, wore shorts, and sat on the black leather upholstery in my car.
I thought my fucking arse was on fire.
I lost 2 layers of flesh, all the hair on the backs of my legs and off my fucking arse.
Now the car smells like burnt hair, fried arse and baked cat.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

November 10

— The Weather report might as well be a fucking recording..
Hot and sunny.
Hot and sunny, Hot and fucking sunny.
It never fucking changes!
It’s been too hot to do anything for 2 fucking months and the weatherman says it might really warm up next week.
Fuck!

November 15

– Doesn’t it ever rain in this damn fucking place?
Water restrictions will be next, so my $5,000 worth of palms might just dry up and blow into the fucking pool.
The only things that thrive in this fucking hell-hole are the fucking flies.
You don’t dare open your mouth for fear of swallowing half a dozen of the little bastards!

November 20

– Welcome to HELL!
It got to 45 fuckin’ degrees today.
Now the air conditioner gone in my car.
The repair man came to fix it and said, ‘Hot enough for you today?’
I wanted to shove the fucking car up his fucking arse.
Anyway, had to spend the $2,500 mortgage payment to bail me out of jail for assaulting the stupid prick.
Fucking KARIBA!
What kind of sick, demented fucking idiot would want to live here!

December 1

– WHAT!!!! The FIRST day of Summer!!!!
You are fucking kidding me!

Pocket Tazer Gun

Pocket Tazer Gun

A guy who purchased his lovely wife a pocket Tazer for their anniversary submitted this:

Last weekend I saw something at Larry’s Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my …wife Julie. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized Tazer.

The effects of the Tazer were supposed to be short lived, with no long term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety…??

WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home… I loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button.
Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button and pressed it against a metal surface at the same time, I’d get the blue arc of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs.

AWESOME!!! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.

Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn’t be all that bad with only two AAA batteries, right?

There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target.

I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second)and then thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised.

Am I wrong?

So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, and Tazer in another.

The directions said that:

a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant;

a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; and

a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water.

Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries.

All the while I’m looking at this little device measuring about 5″ long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference (loaded with two itsy, bitsy AAA batteries); pretty cute really, and thinking to myself, ‘no possible way!’

What happened next is almost beyond description, but I’ll do my best.

I’m sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side so as to say, ‘ Don ‘t do it stupid,’ reasoning that a one second burst from such a tiny lil ole thing couldn’t hurt all that bad.. I decided to give myself a one second burst just for heck of it.

I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and…

HOLY ………………..WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION. WHAT THE… !!!

I’m pretty sure Hulk Hogan ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest
position, and tingling in my legs! The cat was making meowing sounds I had never heard before, clinging to a picture frame hanging above the fireplace, obviously in an attempt to avoid getting slammed by my body flopping all over the living room.

Note: If you ever feel compelled to ‘mug’ yourself with a Tazer, one note of caution:

There is NO such thing as a one second burst when you zap yourself! You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor! A three second burst would be considered conservative!

A minute or so later (I can’t be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape.

•My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace.
•The recliner was upside down and about 8 feet or so from where it originally was.
•My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching.
•My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs.
•I had no control over the drooling.
•Apparently I had _________ in my shorts, but was too numb to know for sure, and my sense of smell was gone.
•I saw a faint smoke cloud above my head, which I believe came from my hair.
•I’m still looking for my testicles and I’m offering a significant reward for their safe return!

PS: My wife can’t stop laughing about my experience, loved the gift and now regularly threatens me with it!