
Good Morning Bollockeers ! Happy Friday !
Well, I don't know how it happened, but we are now just a week away from
the Leicester get together 2012.
It will be a sad/happy time for us, as there will be a lot of faces missing this year. Plenty of toasts to our fallen comrades I think guys xx
So - what you all up to today then ?
I am working all weekend, so no fun for me :-(
George has just informed me that the MOS has refurbished their Gents toilets, in preparation for our function ...... !

On the other hand [PMSL] I will be hoping the Whisky supplies are as abundant as the 'Jack' !!


George has a lecture and practical ready for those of you who have not yet had your DRE
ROFLMAO !!!!!

And Lil' Duck will be slipping into something comfortable for the weekend !

Have a great one people, and remember ...

... Shit happens !Quack !A Dead Duck [ thanks Sue xx ]
Your Duck is Dead--
A mad Geordie brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon. As he laid his pet on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird's chest.
After a moment or two, the vet shook his head and sadly said, "I'm sorry, your Lil' Duck, has passed away."
The distressed mad Geordie wailed, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am sure. Your duck is dead," replied the vet..
"How can you be so sure?" he protested. "I mean you haven't done any testing on her or anything. She might just be in a Whisky coma or something."
The vet turned around and left the room. He returned a few minutes later with a black Labrador Retriever. As the duck's owner looked on in amazement,
the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom. He then looked up at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head.
The vet patted the dog on the head and took it out of the room. A few minutes later he returned with a cat. The cat jumped on the table and also delicately sniffed the duck from head to foot. The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room.
The vet looked at the mad Geordie and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead Lil' Duck, she is no more, has ceased to be, expired, kicked the bucket"
The vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which he handed to the mad Geordie..
Lil' Duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "£100!" he cried madly, "£100 just to tell me my duck is dead! Howay Man !"
The vet shrugged, "I'm sorry. If you had just taken my word for it, the bill would have been £20, but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it's now £100."
Here's a good one to screw with your head !
Are the balls moving or not ??
