Nah, put it towards the next case, and I’ll take the first one! 
Alright, we’ll do that then. Why are some women so difficult?
But, but…that wasn’t being difficult!
That was leaving the last can for you!
Sheesh! There’s just no pleasing some folk!
Exactly my point.
Ya could’ve said ta for the last can!
Ingrate! 
I know what to do now. I’ll put the last one on top next time we meet. That means you can have your first one which really is the old last one.:twisted:
But if the old last one is on top of the new ones, it will stand out as being the old last one on top of the new ones, and still won’t be the new first one. It’s still the old last one. I don’t want the old last one. I want the new first one!
Don’t worry, you won’t be able to know the difference. They all look the same. So, stop complaining.
But I can’t have the last one!!
Weren’t you ever taught that it’s common courtesy to never take the last of anything.
But I guess if you do keep replenishing the supply, it should be ok.
That and I’m getting bloomin’ thirsty!
Pass me a can!!
There you go. Don’t drink it all at once.
http://i1318.photobucket.com/albums/t641/petzi23/can_zpssvemhqmc.jpg~original
So that’s what they mean Peter by saying your well oiled. Howya Jackie;-)
Just my luck to miss all the free beer folks.
We used to make boats from the roofs of old cars in the dump next to the canal, we’d saw the roof off at the four points it joins the car body, turn it upside down and you had a boat that would seat three or four kids, we’d hide it when we’d had enough ‘Sailing’ for the day then use it over and over again until we got fed up with it, then we’d play the final game called ‘Titanic’ in which a hole was pierced in the boat and the last one to leave was a chicken.
http://i736.photobucket.com/albums/xx4/jemflux/royalcanal.jpg
A section of the Royal Canal near where I live.
How clever is that, Jimmy? Cheap glass bottom boats would come handy on the east coast of Australia. We could view all the sea life on the Barrier Reef.
Iff’n it please your highness…the wristwatch wot I am at this very minnit wearing,I bought especially for diving on the GBR,Mr P. Yuss. The difference between it and other depth watches is that it’s whole face illuminates,with the numerals and hands different colours. The best bit,is it cost me A$80…and I’ve had offers of £400+ for it! Not gonna happen-it’s been with me all around the globe and still keeps perfect time. Never even been serviced!
Cheeky sod!
It better be full of my favourite suds!
And before you even think of it, I don’t mean soap suds!
Hey Jem!
Kids sure knew how to enjoy themselves eh?
Can you imagine that happening today!
There’d be a bloomin’ uproar!
A Dogs Life?
Mars Barr.
Does your Dog make a Monkey out of you?
Do you do everything he want’s you to do?
I’m fading away and as light as a feather
From walking him out in all kinds of weather
At the door he will sit and linger
He has me wrapped round his little finger
I prepare all his food and drink
Then wash his bowl in the kitchen sink
Every Saturday night at around six thirty
I have to bathe him cos he feels dirty
Then I dry him off with a fluffy cotton towel
If it ain’t cotton he’ll let out a growl
I brush his coat with a soft bristle brush
Not too hard, he’s sensitive to the touch
Yes he’s fussy is our little Rocky
Stubborn, proud, and very cocky
I have to do all this, he won’t let the wife
I wish to God I was living a Dogs life.
Yup. Nothing worse than being a stressed-out pooch,Jem…
That’s exactly how my fella sleeps Pug, lying on his back.
And now, two of the popular songs bastardised by Oliver Shoehead. ( A Shoehead is someone who’s always putting their foot in it)
Oh Car roll
I jam butter fool
Dah- ling I laugh you
Dough you tweet me cruel
You hurt me
And you maka me cry
But don’t heifer leaf me
For I fill shirlley die. (what was the name of that actress who used to say, Dah ling, I laugh you?)
Dipstick con your Dollar
Hold a tail on you
Dipstick con your Dollar
Says you stare at blue
Bet your rotten collar you an eye are two
Cos dipstick con your Dollar says you stare at blue.
Connie Francis (after a few Gins)
How can you write such esoteric,nominative terminologically-alternative lyricism,yet forget the name of the effervescent Zsa Zsar Gabor,Jem? The human mind is indeed a wondrous thing…
Clever Jem!
I’m a gonna be singing Dipstick con your dollar for the rest of the night.
Me man says ta very much. Not!
Oh,misheard lyrics have caused puzzlement for a long while,lmb.
From Whitney singing “Shaving all my muff for you” to The BeeGees singing about a “Bald-headed woman”…well,that’s what I thought they were singing,anyway. Not good at listening to the radio-I tend to not be paying attention-can you tell?