Getting scared, The pictures are taking so long to go up, from sat nite, I am not looking forward to seeing, what I look like when I mix my drink with red bull
I mad it home after singing in the for about two hours could not get a taxi, was wet through by the time I got home, and managed to get up the next day and do it all again,
Here's a funny to keep everyone happy !!!! > > A man, his wife, and his mother-in-law went on vacation to Jerusalem. > > While they were there, the mother-in-law passed away. > > The undertaker told them, "You can have her shipped home for £5,000, or > you can bury her here in the Holy Landfor£ 150." > > The man thought about it and told him he would just have her shipped > home. > > The undertaker asked, "Why would you spend £5,000 to ship your > mother-in-law home, when it would be wonderful to be buried here and you > would spend only £150?" > > The man replied, "Long ago a man died here, was buried here, and three > days later he rose from the dead. I just can't take that chance."
A boss wondered why one of his most valued employees had not phoned in sick one day, when he was obviously not in the office. Having an urgent problem with one of the main servers, he dialled the employee's home phone number and was greeted with a child's whisper.
“Hello?”
"Is your daddy home?" he asked.
“Yes," whispered the small voice.
May I talk with him?"
The child whispered, “No."
Surprised and wanting to talk with an adult, the boss asked, "Is you’re Mommy there?"
“Yes."
"May I talk with her?" Again the small voice whispered, “No."
Hoping there was somebody with whom he could leave a message, the boss asked, "Is anybody else there?"
“Yes," whispered the child, "a policeman ".
Wondering what a cop would be doing at his employee's home, the boss asked, "May I speak with the policeman?"
“No, he's busy ", whispered the child.
"Busy doing what?"
“Talking to Daddy and Mommy and the Fireman," came the whispered answer.
Growing more worried as he heard a loud noise in the background through the earpiece on the phone, the boss asked, "What is that noise?"
“A helicopter " answered the whispering voice.
"What is going on there?" demanded the boss, now truly apprehensive.
Again, whispering, the child answered, “The search team just landed a helicopter."
Alarmed, concerned and a little frustrated the boss
asked, "What are they searching for?"
Still whispering, the young voice replied with a muffled giggle...
> She was standing in the kitchen preparing to boil eggs for breakfast, > wearing only the "T" shirt that she normally slept in. > As he walked in almost awake, she turned and said softly, "You've got to > make love to me this very moment." > His eyes lit up and he thought, "I am either still dreaming or this is > going to be my lucky day." > > Not wanting to lose the moment, he embraced her and then gave it his > all; right there on the kitchen table. > > Afterwards she said, "Thanks," and returned to the stove, her "T" shirt > still around her neck. > > A little puzzled, he asked, "What was that all about?" > > She explained, "The egg timer's broken."
'Twas the month after Christmas and all through the house Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse. The stuffing I'd nibbled, the turkey I'd taste The yummies I'd eaten gone straight to my waist. The wine and the mince pies, The bread and the cheese I should have just said, "No thank you, please." So as I dressed myself in my boyfriend's old shirt, I couldn't believe my bottom and belly - the girth! I said to myself, as only I can, "You can't spend the year disguised as a man!" So away with the last of the sour-cream dip, Get rid of the fruitcake, every cracker and chip. Every last bit of food that I like must be banished 'Til all the additional ounces have vanished. I won't have a cookie, not even a lick. Instead I'll chew on a long celery stick. I won't have Irish coffees, or chocolates, or pie, I'll munch on a carrot and quietly I'll cry: "I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore- But isn't that what January's for?" Unable to giggle, no longer a riot, Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!
For those who are affected by this poem you can ring the special diet helpline on the following number: 808080028 (Ate Nothing, Ate Nothing, Ate Nothing, Nothing to Ate)
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Roll on the next nite,
HAVE A GOOD ONE, EVERYONE OUT THERE
RE: CS Belles Spells Night Out in Dublin, Saturday 27th September
I will be there,