Page 3 of 3 FirstFirst 123
Results 31 to 36 of 36

Thread: Dear Diary

  1. #31
    Join Date
    Aug 2004
    Location
    Tasmania
    Posts
    248

    Default

    Turn em all into Davey Crockett hats I say!

  2. #32
    Join Date
    Jul 2000
    Location
    Drop Bear Capital of Gippsland (Lang Lang) Vic Australia
    Age
    74
    Posts
    2,238

    Default

    Wouldn't they scratch your head though or do you use domesticated possums?
    Stupidity kills. Absolute stupidity kills absolutely.

  3. #33
    Join Date
    Aug 2004
    Location
    Tasmania
    Posts
    248

    Default

    No you gotta break the ribs near the spine and it's ok

  4. #34
    Join Date
    Apr 2004
    Location
    Canberra
    Posts
    0

    Default

    Quote Originally Posted by ernknot
    Turn em all into Davey Crockett hats I say!
    Chad Morgan fan I see

  5. #35
    Join Date
    Jun 2004
    Location
    Port Macquarie
    Age
    55
    Posts
    648

    Default

    Quote Originally Posted by LineLefty
    I'm used to having foreign pests in Australia, not australia pests in other countries. :confused:
    I've seen you Aussie buggers backpacking all over the world.....
    Always look on the bright side...

  6. #36
    Join Date
    Nov 2003
    Location
    Beachport, South Oz, the best little town on the planet.
    Age
    73
    Posts
    776

    Default

    A poor little lonely old lady lived in a house with only her cat as a
    friend. One day, the lights went out as she sat knitting; she had been
    unable to pay the electric bill. So, she went up to the attic and got
    an old oil lamp from her childhood. As she rubbed it clean a genie
    appeared and allowed her three wishes.

    "First, I want to be so rich I never have to worry about money again."

    "Second, I want to be young and beautiful again."

    "And last, I want you to change my little cat into a handsome prince."

    *POOF*

    As the smoke cleared she saw she was surrounded by big bags of coins,
    and that in the mirror was a young beautiful woman. She turned as the
    handsome prince walked in the door, held her in his arms and said, "Now
    I'll bet you're sorry you took me to the vet for that little
    operation"

Tags for this Thread

Bookmarks

Bookmarks

Posting Permissions

  • You may not post new threads
  • You may not post replies
  • You may not post attachments
  • You may not edit your posts
  •