Just a quickie before I spend a boring few hours getting scanned
(they're looking for a brain).
I thought I'd better provide Bevie and other doubters with proof of the size of my organ
Oh Ye Of Little Faith.
And here I am...playing with it in my bedroom...
WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT
Click below:
http://communitychannel.mediatrust.org/video/fy7R2YfA9hk
How's that for Monday treat?
LMAO
Jan 29th
DUCK HUNTING SEASON BEGINS
Let's Have Some Fun!
Click below
http://www.youdagames.com/Fair-Game-game-2720
And plenty more where that came from
Good Morning Saturday Peeps,,,,Coo,, frost and ice ere to start the day,,I've cancelled my 10k jog due to the inclement conditions!(Yeah right)
Off to bang a few balls about with a game or three of pool with the SIL Steven at the local hostelry,,I may even be coerced into having a jar of the local brew..
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Enjoy your Saturday whatever you're up too,
Cheers
DON'T MESS WITH FARM KIDS
A young boy comes down for breakfast. Since they live on a farm, his Mother asks if he has done his chores. "Not yet," said the little boy. His mother tells him no breakfast until he does his chores.. Well, he's a little ticked off so when he feeds the chickens, he kicks a chicken.
When he feeds the cows, he kicks a cow.
When he feeds the pigs, he kicks a pig.
He goes back in for breakfast and his mother gives him a bowl of dry cereal. How come I don't get any eggs and bacon, and why don't I have any milk in my cereal?" he asks
. Well," his mother says, "I saw you kick a chicken, So you don't get any eggs for a week. I saw you kick the pig, so you don't get any bacon for a week either. I saw you kick the cow so for a week you aren't getting any milk."
Just then, his father comes down for breakfast and kicks the cat across the kitchen,,,
He turns to is Mother and says..
"You gonna tell him or should I?"
Good Morning/Evening Thursday Peeps,disrupted night by pussy demanding attentionm at 410am!
.....Furball time again(Oh joy),,Do they do Brazillian cats???
Pussies aside(briefly)... Good luck to Elise who has a seedy Admin guy to "Sort out"at work today,,,Go get him girl!!
Enjoy your day Folks whatever you're up to,
Cheers
THE IRISH PROSTITUTE................
An Irish daughter had not been home for over 5 years.
Upon her return, her Father cursed her heavily.
'Where have ye been all this time, child? Why did ye not write to us, not even a line? Why didn ' t ye call? Can ye not understand what ye put yer old Mother thru?
The girl, crying, replied, 'Sniff, sniff...Dad...I became a prostitute...'
'Ye what!!? Out of here, ye shameless harlot! Sinner!
You' re a disgrace to this Catholic family!'
'OK, Dad... as ye wish. I just came back to give mum this luxurious fur coat, title deed to a ten bedroom mansion plus a $5 million savings certificate. For me little brother, this gold Rolex. And for ye Daddy, the sparkling new Mercedes limited edition convertible that's parked outside plus a membership to the country club..(takes a breath)... and an invitation for ye all to spend New Years Eve on board my new yacht in the Riviera .' 'Now what was it ye said ye had become? ' says Dad. Girl, crying again, 'Sniff, sniff. a prostitute Daddy! Sniff, sniff.'
'Oh! Be Jesus! Ye scared me half to death, girl! I thought ye said a Protestant. Come here and give yer old Dad a hug.'
Now if you see this I ahve learnt t post. If you don't I haven't!!
Thanks for the welcome. George loved your piccie. I knew i had seen you somewhere before!!!
I hope you're still up to see this!
Now you all seem to like whisky. Me I'm an alcohol sorry red wine girl!
bevie
xx
Here's hoping Janet and Derek (and Terry H) aren't feeling too hungover when they read this.
HAPPY AUSTRALIA DAY
Typical me...I remembered just as the Aussies went to bed at the end of the celebrations, lol
X 
Quack Quack !| Morning George,,Good luck with the tests Of course tonight we will be sipping the malt and honouring the haggis(Hi Elise xx)LOL,,, Speaking of Haggis this looks more like a shot of a whisky and a prostate?...PMSL
The Haggis address by the great Jewish/Scottish poet Rabbi Burns... Address To A Haggis... Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o' the puddin-race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye wordy o' a grace As lang's my arm. The groaning trencher there ye fill, Your hurdies like a distant hill, Your pin wad help to mend a mill In time o' need, While thro' your pores the dews distil Like amber bead. His knife see rustic Labour dight, An' cut you up wi' ready sleight, Trenching your gushing entrails bright, Like ony ditch; And then, O what a glorious sight, Warm-reekin, rich! Then, horn for horn, they stretch an' strive: Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive, Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve, Are bent lyke drums; Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive, "Bethankit!" 'hums. Is there that owre his French ragout Or olio that wad staw a sow, Or fricassee wad mak her spew Wi' perfect sconner, Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view On sic a dinner? Poor devil! see him ower his trash, As feckless as a wither'd rash, His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash, His nieve a nit; Thro' bloody flood or field to dash, O how unfit! But mark the Rustic, haggis fed, The trembling earth resounds his tread. Clap in his walie nieve a blade, He'll mak it whissle; An' legs an' arms, an' heads will sned, Like taps o' thrissle. Ye Pow'rs wha mak mankind your care, And dish them out their bill o' fare, Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware That jaups in luggies; But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer, Gie her a haggis! The Translation... Fair is your honest happy face Great chieftain of the pudding race Above them all you take your place Stomach, tripe or guts Well are you worthy of a grace As long as my arm The groaning platter there you fill Your buttocks like a distant hill Your skewer would help to repair a mill In time of need While through your pores the juices emerge Like amber beads His knife having seen hard labour wipes And cuts you up with great skill Digging into your gushing insides bright Like any ditch And then oh what a glorious sight Warm steaming, rich Then spoon for spoon They stretch and strive Devil take the last man, on they drive Until all their well swollen bellies Are bent like drums Then, the old gent most likely to rift (burp) Be thanked, mumbles Is there that over his French Ragout Or olio that would sicken a pig Or fricassee would make her vomit With perfect disgust Looks down with a sneering scornful opinion On such a dinner Poor devil, see him over his trash As week as a withered rush (reed) His spindle-shank a good whiplash His clenched fist.the size of a nut. Through a bloody flood and battle field to dash Oh how unfit But take note of the strong haggis fed Scot The trembling earth resounds his tread Clasped in his large fist a blade He'll make it whistle And legs and arms and heads he will cut off Like the tops of thistles Your powers who make mankind your care And dish them out their meals Old Scotland wants no watery food That splashes in dishes But if you wish her grateful prayer Give her a haggis!
Cheers There's a new sex position in the Karma Sutra called 'The Plumber'. Both of you stay in all day, and nobody comes!!
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Hi folks,, Good Mooning to you all,
Just a quick monkey post from me before I bugger off for blood tests. Back later...Be GOOD
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Good Morning Good Peeps
After one of my 'wobbly' days yesterday (ever get days like that?)
I thought I'd try to get my brain working again with some maths.
Give this one a try!
Subject: 111
This year we will experience 4 unusual dates.... 1/1/11,1/11/11, 11/1/11, 11/11/11 ......... NOW go figure this out.... take the last 2 digits of the year you were born plus the age you will be this year and it WILL EQUAL ....
111...
