After Eight days of incarceration in a hospital bed without excersize except for those of visits to the toilet on wobbly legs and one nurse assisted, it is of little wonder I am back to square one with my mobility, Other horror occasios the recent Tuesday and Wednesday nights around 2AM freezing near naked in the toiet waiting for the nurse, those two occsions of misery approx 45 minutes.the first and the next at least 30 mins. This visit was intended to be similar to previous times, for a pump out job on the nether regions wherein excess Urine seeps. The previous occasion - the 4th I was in and out within one day, and all was well, and despite the hospital having all the details; the appointed Doctor whose name I cannot pronounce and brain I cannot believe has this song and dance tune on LP called "tomorrow I want to see you" on the flip side reads-a song, Its called "Paying off The MERC"." Having listened to his last lot of twaddle, I although weakened from...
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u cant stay off just like that
Come bak soon too :)
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Keshi.
A taxi passenger tapped the driver on the shoulder to ask him a question.
The driver screamed, lost control of the car, nearly hit a bus, went up on the sidewalk, and stopped centimeters from a shop window.
For a second, everything went quiet in the cab, then the driver said, "Look mate, don't ever do that again. You scared the daylights out of me!"
The passenger apologized and said he didn't realize that a little tap could scare him so much.
The driver replied, "Sorry, it's not really your fault. Today is my first day as a cab driver - I've been driving a hearse for the last 25 years."
anyhow wotsa MOT test?.
Thank you all for your concerns.
Wally, I believe a didgeridoo blasting into hubbies ears may exacerbate his existing malaise.
Also you ask in your own peculier way, "Wotsa MOT test"? I am informed by himself that a MOT test is a Pommy Ministry Of Road Transport examination on old Crocks, to ensure their road worthiness. However in hubby's case, his tyres may be a bit flat but his accelerator is working well.
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> > At the end of the tax year, the Tax Office sent an inspector to audit the
> > books of a Synagogue.
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> > While he was checking the books he turned to the Rabbi and said, 'I
> > notice you buy a lot of candles. What do you do with the candle
> > drippings?'
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> > 'Good question,' noted the Rabbi. 'We save them up and send them back to
> > the candle makers, and e very now and then they send us a free box of
> > candles.'
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> >
> > 'Oh,' replied the auditor, somewhat disappointed that his unusual
> > question had a practical answer.
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> >
> > But on he went, in his obnoxious way:
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> > 'What about all these bread-wafer purchases? What do you do with the
> > crumbs?'
> >
> > 'Ah, yes,' replied the Rabbi, realising that the inspector was trying to
> > trap him with an unanswerable question. 'We collect them and send them
> > back to the manufacturers, and every now and then they send us a free box
> > of bread-wafers.'
> >
> > 'I see,' replied the auditor, thinking hard about how he could fluster
> > the know-it-all Rabbi. 'Well, Rabbi,' he went on, 'what do you do with
> > all the leftover foreskins from the circumcisions you perform?'
> >
> > 'Here, too, we do not waste,' answered the Rabbi...
> >
> > 'What we do is save all the foreskins and send them to the Tax Office,
> > and about once a year they send us a complete dick.'
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