I had been forced into slaving for a wage well before then
PS: no one drinks Fosters here.They keep the good stuff for themselves.
I had been forced into slaving for a wage well before then
PS: no one drinks Fosters here.They keep the good stuff for themselves.
Being a ex barsteward of the 70s that is the only Aussie lager I can remember although I can guess why you all don’t drink it anymore over there. It was a very low strength I think it was 3.8 I was a Worthington White Shield drinker in those days.
Not heard Burger Man before, used to love White Shield
this is is one of my favourite tracks of theirs
ZZ Top a band that always lighten my moods.
Oh remember saying this to the barman before he poured your bottle of White Shield “Don’t shake that dammed bottle.” if he did you would have the runs for days…
Whew! What a relief to learn this…
Ever walk into a room with some purpose in mind, only to completely forget what that purpose was?
Turns out, doors themselves are to blame for these strange memory lapses.
Psychologists at the University of Notre Dame have discovered that passing through a doorway triggers what’s known as an Event Boundary in the mind, separating one set of thoughts and memories from the next. Your brain files away the thoughts you had in the previous room and prepares a blank slate for the new locale.
Thank goodness for studies like this. It’s not my age, it’s those damn doors!
Harley-Davidson Facts
The inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, Arthur Davidson, died and went to heaven.
At the gates, St. Peter told Arthur. ‘Since you’ve been such a good man and your motorcycles have changed the world, your reward is that you can hang out with anyone you want to in heaven.’
Arthur thought about it for a minute and then said, ‘I want to hang out with God.’
St. Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room, and introduced him to God.
God recognized Arthur and commented, ‘Okay, so you were the one who invented the Harley-Davidson motorcycle?’
Arthur said, ‘Yeah, that’s me…’
God commented: ‘Well, what’s the big deal in inventing something that’s pretty unstable, makes noise and pollution and can’t run without a road?’
Arthur was a bit embarrassed, but finally spoke, ‘Excuse me, but aren’t you the inventor of woman?’
God said, ‘Ah, yes.’
‘Well,’ said Arthur, 'professional to professional, you have some major design flaws in your invention! For example,
There’s too much inconsistency in the front-end suspension
It chatters constantly at high speeds
Most rear ends are too soft and wobble about too much
The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust
The maintenance costs are outrageous!!!
‘Hmmmmm, you may have some good points there,’ replied God, ‘hold on.’
God went to his Celestial supercomputer, typed in a few words and waited for the results.
The computer printed out a slip of paper and God read it.
‘Well, it may be true that my invention is flawed,’ God said to Arthur,‘but according to these numbers, more men are riding my invention than yours’.
Always good to hear ZZ top. thanks LF and thanks for the Sharp dressed man video. What are you trying to do to me? :-p:-p
One for the ladies not you LD or Smithy for that matter.
It goes on abit but you get the jist at the end of it yawwwwwwnnnnnnnnnnn…