You might have missed this in one of the comment threads below, sent to me by my e-pal, Ortega, and because it is too good to be lost here is the link again:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xhZct1H4bxI&feature=youtu.be
In case you're at work in the salt mines, it lasts about nine minutes but it is well worth listening to - thanks, Ortega.
Now your 'funnies', this week, courtesy of Andra from Australia and I would ask you all to be 'nicely-nicely' with Andra because after the last two Test Matches all the Aussies are weeping into enough buckets to put out the next set of wild fires they 'enjoy' every year:
On their way to get married, a young Catholic couple was involved in a fatal car accident. The couple found themselves sitting outside the Pearly Gates waiting for St. Peter to process them into heaven. While waiting, they began to wonder, could they possibly get married in heaven?
When St. Peter arrived they asked him if they could get married in heaven. St. Peter said, 'I don't know. This is the first time anyone has asked. Let me go find out,' and he left. The couple sat and waited for an answer...for a couple of months.
While they waited, they discussed the pros and cons. If they were allowed to get married in heaven, should they get married, what with the eternal aspect of it all? 'What if it doesn't work? Are we stuck in heaven together forever?'
Another month passed. St. Peter finally returned, looking somewhat bedraggled. 'Yes,' he informed the couple, 'You can get married in heaven.' 'Great!' said the couple. 'But we were just wondering, what if things don't work out? Could we also get a divorce in heaven?'
St. Peter, red-faced with anger, slammed his clipboard on the ground. 'What's wrong?' asked the frightened couple. 'OH, COME ON!!!' St. Peter shouted. 'It took me three months to find a priest up here! Do you have ANY idea how long it'll take to find a lawyer???'
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Two Irishmen were standing at the base of a flagpole, looking up.
A blonde walked by and asked them what they were doing
Paddy replied, 'We're supposed to be finding the height of this
flagpole, but we don't have a ladder.'
The blonde took out an adjustable spanner from her bag, loosened a few
bolts and lay the flagpole down.
She got a tape measure out of her pocket, took a few measurements, and
announced that it was 18 feet 6 inches.
Then, she walked off.
Mick said to Paddy, 'Isn't that just like a blonde! We need the bloody height, and she gives us the length.
