A man wanted to get married. He was having trouble choosing among three likely candidates. He gives each woman a present of $5,000 and watches to see what they do with the money.
The first does a total makeover. She goes to a fancy beauty salon, gets her hair done, new makeup; buys several new outfits and dresses up very nicely for the man. She tells him that she has done this to be more attractive for him because she loves him so much.
The man was impressed.
The second goes shopping to buy the man gifts. She gets him a new set of golf clubs, some new gizmos for his computer, and some expensive clothes. As she presents these gifts, she tells him that she has spent all the money on him because she loves him so much…
Again, the man is impressed.
The third invests the money in the stock market She earns several times the $5,000. She gives him back his $5,000 and reinvests the remainder in a joint account. She tells him that she wants to save for their future because she loves him so much.
Obviously, the man was impressed.
The man thought for a long time about what each woman had done with the money he’d given her.
Didn’t Robin live in the same house as Batman? The pair of them hadn’t any girlfriends, were they gay? You never knew these things years ago, they were not mentioned, no wonder Batman called Robin the boy wonder.
That signature tune they used at the opening of each episode (the old Adam West Batman) is the only song I know with only one work in it “Batman”
Well,today I went to a drive-through McDonald’s,for the first time ever.
Jeez;the space between their tables is really tight,I only just made it.
The 90’ turn to get back out the door was a real squeeze!
Do you ever wonder how the 1.5 acre ROOF GARDEN on the former DERRY & TOMS building in KENSINGTON is still supporting fully grown trees, after nearly 100 years.?
I’ve just got home, and on the way back I picked up a toasted sandwich, I was hot and sweaty when I entered the house so, I put the sandwich on the kitchen chair, stripped off and leapt into the shower. When I came back downstairs looking for a fresh bath towel, I forgot about the sandwich, and sat on it intending to dry my feet, well as you can imagine, it was a right Panini in the arse.
…so,not a member of the "ooh,ooh,shityafffffahhgottitOHHHH,SOLO ME-OOOOHHHHHHH,iiit’sa sweaty meeeee [lather,lather],I’ma having a showerrrrr,a-before my paniniiiiiiii…I’ll-a haaaave [scrub scrub] just-a one small glaaaaassss,then I’ll-a stick my paniiiiniiiiii,right UUUUUUUUPPPP my arrrrrr[well,you can guess the rest]
…on a separate note-WHY are you all now envisaging spitfire singing ‘Oh solo mio’ as he showers???..
Last time I went to London proper was circa 1972, to watch a Schoolboy international football match at Wembley, the coach stopped at a local greasy spoon, and I put sugar on my chips, the first of many social blunders, anyway, I had no knowledge of this building or rooftop garden.
Yes, I referred to google, and got the background info, buildings as was can make you question, strange things, much has been lost, and not just because of demolition.
It’s been too hot here to do anything lately, the last few days I’ve been lazing about in the garden and watching the Ascot racing on the cabin TV.
Yesterday was a real scorcher and I was watching all the toffs walking around sweating like pigs in their tails and top hats, they ain’t allowed take them off you see, not at Royal Ascot, ain’t that a shame. Then I hear that because of the extreme heat they have received special permission to remove their jackets if they wish, although some concrete upper lippers were insisting they keep them on, taking them off under any circumstances is just not cricket at Royal Ascot, then a fight broke out in the stands, one head and tail checker was trying to force an old fella back into his jacket, but he didn’t succeed, the old fella kept kicking back at yermans shins. :shock:
I believe the chaps who keep watch on the heads and tails are callers tossers, on account of the heads and tails, get it?
Reminds of that old Barry Fitzgerald joke about the two Englishmen marooned on a desert island who hadn’t spoken to each other for forty years, because they hadn’t been formally introduced.
Good old Royal Ascot, never a dull moment.;-)
Well Gummy I have to give credit where it’s due, anyone originally from these Isles who emigrate to Countries of extreme heat have to be made of sterner stuff than me, sure enough we moan about the wind rain and snow most of the time, but come a few really hot days and we are completely overwhelmed and melt, pleas of how to stay cool go out in the locals and tips are given on the media, warnings about using too much water, and the tarmac on the roads starts to melt. Oldies struggle to select clothing that they will feel cool in yet not show too many wrinkly bits, especially the ladies. We’re simply not able to cope with it, still it gives us something else to gripe about.
It’s nice an cool so far today.
I seems one of the worst things you can call anyone in the USA is “Loser”. I don’t see what all the fuss is about being called a loser, I lost a tenner in the bookies yesterday, that makes me a loser, but that didn’t bother me, I might win twenty quid today. There are very few real winners in this world, far more losers, but everyone is a loser at something, be it exams, health, marriage, love and a host of other things. No I would not be offended if someone called me a loser.
Now if someone called me a louser, that’s a horse of a different colour altogether. To call someone over here a louser is making them out to be a louse, a good for nothing parasite, very bad indeed.
I went caving today!
Huge caves,with stalactites hanging down everywhere.
The guide was a gorgeous young lady,who’s curvaceous,bouncing buttocks were a joy to follow.
We were deep underground and surrounded by stalactites,when she said over her shoulder;
“Do try not to crack one off”.
…those tight trousers,her buttocks like puppies fighting in a sack,right in front of my eyes…
…I really did try not to - but I’m only human,y’know!
what the nationality of this man was or what he was doing on the back seat of a car that lost control whilst reputedly being driven at high speed has nothing to do with the tragedy that ensued!
And who could blame him Gummy.