Here I was..thinking it was only "I" and me mate Col Rouge who got sin binned.. aside from the usual 'Proxy' also :)

I almost got banned for a slightly sarcastic take on Pericles.... blew my mind.

After all... we have the Paul Keatings calling people pus buckets in parliament but here we can't even have a dig at someone else without incurring 'wrath' ?

Hmmm.. well..I have a joke.

A bloke is on a ship and it get's into trouble. They take to the life boats and drift along to an Island. It turns out there are other survivors from previous catastrophe's there who have never been rescued. They do their daily chores and gather food..and at night gather around the campfire telling jokes.

The new survivor is introduced to the clan...and in the evening he notices that all they say is these numbers "26" hahahhahahahahaha.. (from the rest).. another bloke says "73"...HAARRRAHHHABUAAHHAAA.. they go...
He asks "What the heck are they going on about ?"..... his minder says "Oh.. we used to tell the jokes in full but now we all know them off by heart.. so we've numbered them and we just say the number and everyone knows the joke..and they laugh."

"Mind if I try?" says the newcomer... "Sure" says the minder.... "tonight".

Well..they are all gathered that evening and one of them yells out "37" ....it breaks them all up.. laughing... then the new bloke tries

"17"......silence....nothing... he looks around.. wondering. Then asks the minder "What was wrong, isn't that joke funny"? Minder replies.."SURE it's funny, but they didn't laugh because of the way you told it" :)

Dear AGIR,

The Irish comedian Dave Allen often spoke
about Irish mannerisms. Language in particular.
The Irish have a distinct way of expressing
themselves according to Allen, and,
when in Ireland, it makes perfect sense.
For example, the hotel porter in Dublin, who
tells you, "Follow me Sir, and I'll be behind
you all the way!" Which brings me to the
following short Irish joke...

The Irish letter parcel (I really do love
the Irish)...

Two Irishmen making a letter bomb.

Paddy: "Do you think I've put enough explosives in it?

Mick: "Dunno, open it and see."

Paddy: "But it will explode."

Mick: "Don't be daft Paddy,
It's not addressed to you."

ALGOREisRICHFATUGLYLAZY&BONKERS

I find two things humorous – making fun of your latest moniker

and

my good mate Belly - http://forum.onlineopinion.com.au/thread.asp?discussion=3945#97420

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Boy, do I need to get out more!! ( :>|

In the spirit of Boazy's OP, I have this recent personal experience to relate:

We have one of the few retail businesses in our tiny country town. For better or worse, this means that we know just about everybody who lives here. Due to various factors, we get all kinds of interesting characters moving in or through the place.

The other day one of our newer residents came in to do some business. She hasn't lived here long, so I don't really know her, but I do know that her family - who've only been here a couple of years longer - have been through some fraught recent experiences.

For some reason customers often want to tell me far more personal and other information than I really want to hear, but over the years I've figured that's what people tend to do in little country towns. I've tried quite hard to discourage this, to the extent of having been compared on occasions to Basil Fawlty.

Anyway, in the course of the business transaction she told me that it was the second anniversary of her baby's death. I was a little taken aback by this, and said inadequate stuff like "how awful, I don't quite know what to say", "I can't imagine how hard that would be to deal with", or words to that effect.

She want on to tell me that her life has been empty since her baby died. At a bit of a loss for words, I asked her how old her baby was when it died. Her response almost floored me:

"Oh, she was about six. Chihuahuas don't live for very long".

I didn't know whether to laugh or throw something at her. Since neither would have been appropriate, I bit my tongue until she left. After she was out the door I almost collapsed in paroxysms of laughter.

It's probably just as well that I only work two or three days a week :)

Haaaaa hahaahahahaaahaaahha

Or maybe that should be ….

Chi hua hua hua hua huaaaaaa!!

CJ

Of all things a Chahooer hooer - man, has she been back to your store?

Times like this I wish I could post the sound of laughter. Reminds me of the time when a friend (female) phoned me in tears to tell me her budgie (which she'd had for a total of a week) had died, to this day I still find myself laughing - have no idea why, just perverse, I guess. I swear I did not laugh until I hung up the phone after saying suitable sweet nothings.

Now when my golden retriever went to dog heaven - totally different of course, like I said perverse.

Just some things I can't take seriously and Chihuahuas... well 'nuff said.