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Cicero
02-09-2010, 01:12 PM
Do you agree ?.........


One day a florist went to a barber for a haircut.
After the cut, he asked about his bill, and the barber replied, 'I
cannot accept money from you , I'm doing community service this week.
The florist was pleased and left the shop.

When the barber went to open his shop the next morning, there was a
'thank you' card and a dozen roses waiting for him at his door.

Later, a cop comes in for a haircut, and when he tries to pay his bill,
the barber again replied, 'I cannot accept money from you , I'm doing
community service this week.' The cop was happy and left the shop.

The next morning when the barber went to open up, there was a 'thank
you' card and a dozen donuts waiting for him at his door.

Then a Member of Parliament came in for a haircut, and when he went to
pay his bill, the barber again replied, 'I can not accept money from you.
I'm doing community service this week.' The MP was very happy and left the
shop.

The next morning, when the barber went to open up, there were a dozen
MPs lined up waiting for a free haircut.

And that, my friends, illustrates the fundamental difference between the
citizens of our country and the politicians who run it.

BOTH POLITICIANS AND NAPPIES NEED TO BE CHANGED OFTEN AND FOR THE SAME REASON.

SurferJoe46
02-09-2010, 02:06 PM
What's wrong with this sentence::

No good politicians?

Nothing.

Snorkbox
02-09-2010, 02:11 PM
http://www.pressf1.co.nz/showthread.php?t=111044&highlight=day+florist+barber+haircut.

Been there and done that and only a little over six weeks ago too. :0

SurferJoe46
02-09-2010, 02:14 PM
http://www.pressf1.co.nz/showthread.php?t=111044&highlight=day+florist+barber+haircut.

Been there and done that.

Snork, old boy - we let Cic rant and rave a little to keep him happy. He gets a thrill just seeing his post-count ratchet up a notch or two and we all just let him play.

He usually sits in the sandbox with his warm beer and Bickies, and just makes cities and roads in the sand for his little trucks and cars, and it's all good.

Please do not poke the bear!

Besides - I am within striking distance for post-counts and every time he gets a reply, he goes on-and-on and then I have to go on-and-on and maybe even resuscitate my "Free Sex, Drugs & Beer" post again.

Snorkbox
02-09-2010, 02:28 PM
Oh dear. A post count war!

Cicero
02-09-2010, 02:31 PM
Oh dear. A post count war!

We have a yank who needs teachers protection,so can sod off.

Snorkbox
02-09-2010, 02:55 PM
Snork, old boy - we let Cic rant and rave a little to keep him happy. He gets a thrill just seeing his post-count ratchet up a notch or two and we all just let him play.

He usually sits in the sandbox with his warm beer and Bickies, and just makes cities and roads in the sand for his little trucks and cars, and it's all good.

Please do not poke the bear!

Besides - I am within striking distance for post-counts and every time he gets a reply, he goes on-and-on and then I have to go on-and-on and maybe even resuscitate my "Free Sex, Drugs & Beer" post again.

The thread was Free Sex Drugs & Rock rather than Beer and was a blatant and failed attempt to achieve a greater post count than another thread. There has been no post in there for over a year now which is why same has been closed I guess.

Just done another check. It was Let's have Party by Beetle in case you need reminding. The thread stated your intention clearly right at the first post. The last post in that thread was a bump and no posts since. Hence I can only assume lack of interest.

SurferJoe46
02-09-2010, 03:05 PM
Yeah - I know that as both the OP of the first one and he reference to it he by me.

Did I mention that I was the OP for that post too?

I just figgured that it would appreciate an update to something more gemain - or is that 'germane'?

I confusicated myself.

My - over a year now? Time sure flies fast when you are getting old.

B.M.
02-09-2010, 04:54 PM
For those who haven't heard it. ;)

While walking down the street one day a "Member of Parliament" is tragically hit by a truck and dies.
His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.
'Welcome to heaven,' says St. Peter. 'Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you.'
'No problem, just let me in,' says the man.
'Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from higher up.
What we'll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity.'
'Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven,' says the MP.
'I'm sorry, but we have our rules.'
And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.
Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people.
They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and champagne.
Also present is the devil who really is a very friendly & nice guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to go.
Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises....
The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him.
'Now it's time to visit heaven.'
So, 24 hours pass with the MP joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.
'Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity.'
The MP reflects for a minute, then he answers: 'Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell.'
So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.
Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage.
He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above.
The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder. 'I don't understand,' stammers the MP. 'Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable.
What happened?'
The devil looks at him, smiles and says,

'Yesterday we were campaigning...Today you voted.'

jareemon
02-09-2010, 07:32 PM
free sex drugs and beer? where?

SurferJoe46
03-09-2010, 04:46 AM
Yeah - I know that as both the OP of the first one and the subsequent reference to it is by me.

Did I mention that I was the OP for that post too?

I just figgured that it would appreciate an update to something more Germain - or is that 'germane'?

I confusicated myself.

My!!! - over a year now, ya say? Time sure flies fast when you are getting old.

Boy! Did I mess that up! Must be the drugs I have to take.

I've corrected it now and I hope it is more legible to youse guys.

Sheesh!