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Did you ever wonder why there are no dead penguins on the ice in Antartica, where do they go ? Well, wonder no more! It's a known fact that the penquin is a very ritualistic bird which lives an extremely ordered and complex life. The penguin is very committed to its family and mates for life, as well as maintaining a form of compassionate contact with its offspring throughout its life. If a penguin is found dead on the ice surface ,other members of the family and social circle have been known to dig holes in the ice using their vestigal wings and beaks ,until the hole is big enough for the dead bird to be rolled into and buried . The male penguins then gather in a circle around the fresh grave and sing............................, freeze a jolly good fellow ,freeze a jolly good fellow.
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Thought the Brazilian joke was going somewhere different, which threw me for a moment.
A site I loved back in the 90's while I was working for a corporation where management liked to post those corny motivational posters around the offices: http://www.despair.com/viewall.html This one reminded me of a less than useless housemate.. laziness.jpg |
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As a Piper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a Pauper's' cemetery in the backcountry. As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and, being a typical man, I didn't stop for directions. I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the Diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch. I felt badly and apologized to the men for being late. I went to the Side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in Place. I didn't know what else to do, so I started to play. The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like I've never played before for this homeless man. And as I played 'Amazing Grace,' the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together. When I finished I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. Though my head hung low, my heart was full..... . . . As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say; "I NEVER SEEN NOTHIN' LIKE THAT BEFORE AND I'VE BEEN PUTTING IN SEPTIC TANKS FOR TWENTY YEARS." ......Apparently I'm still lost, it's a man thing.[/quote] |
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http://www.news.com.au/weird-true-fr...-1226314371506
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http://www.rinkworks.com/dialect/
Changes web pages into one of several dialects including "Fudd" and "Jive". Was running though the forums in "Redneck" and came across Carmen Santiago's signature: Whut in tarnation does we want? - "Space Hour! Fry mah hide!" When does we're hankerin' it? - "Now! Fry mah hide!" Whar does we're hankerin' it? - "On over thar in thet co'ner, yeah, behind th' pot plant. Thanks." LOL ![]() |
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