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term="Interesting  Blogs"/><category term="Smutty"/><title type="text">Humour For All Occasions</title><subtitle type="html">"Now you've written a hit musical just play the music".  </subtitle><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default?redirect=false" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/" rel="alternate" type="text/html"/><link href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" rel="hub"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false" rel="next" type="application/atom+xml"/><author><name>Gordon Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11490110300662592903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" 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href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0qkAdojIsHVL4kc4pOM7GoChr8GJAD4Cqoj-Zs4j2Wv2CC0lrO8r85nOP_mD0RfWqPyeZey0nDLXmv9ivnMyM918HDdDYB_X9DxzWsUW_-o0d3GFxlxSo6PLZ8JE8tUee0kN9t8dmPQ/s1600-h/clip_image001%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="clip_image001" border="0" height="669" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTdNRGDNwKQ0D737ceUBvtqHkjQkI_bmUhJzFn6fnGYG_WIIMh3ZDcuYFDeaVMhF4w0dyERUekKYW6pixPHG69tsdITwAfalJwLrbsMkgg3tYccxJleJMN4Z4uBX2GVlIIDLIs4yg2iA/?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px currentcolor; display: inline;" title="clip_image001" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now......here's something I never knew before,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Before the Battle of Agincourt in 1415, the French, anticipating victory over the English, proposed to cut off the middle finger of all captured English soldiers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without the middle finger, it would be impossible to draw the renowned English longbow and therefore they would be incapable of fighting in the future. This famous English longbow was made of the native English Yew tree, and the act of drawing the longbow was known as 'plucking the yew' (or 'pluck yew').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to the bewilderment of the French, the English won a major upset and began mocking the French by waving their middle fingers at the defeated French, saying, See, we can still pluck yew!&amp;nbsp; Since 'pluck yew' is rather difficult to say, the difficult consonant cluster at the beginning has gradually changed to a labiodentals fricative F', and thus the words often used in conjunction with the one-finger-salute!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also because of the pheasant feathers on the arrows used with the longbow that the symbolic gesture is known as 'giving the bird.'&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok isn't that interesting and yew thought yew knew every plucking thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;




Laughter is cheap medicine. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/feeds/1708602772761998158/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2020/08/the-history-of-middle-finger.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="1 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/1708602772761998158" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/1708602772761998158" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2020/08/the-history-of-middle-finger.html" rel="alternate" title=" The History of the Middle Finger" type="text/html"/><author><name>Gordon Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11490110300662592903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYE3QkPaJSkXg6aBhW8cFjBGjuMvCIU6sB-YUqFFMR6G_fqM4LrB04qV5g9_pHi09PDvBojNAcQmAI5zbxAbYT-4zKpKuPwdoqDLF36SnGw3P8oI_WwIsHF-u6Ga-3rA/s88/Gordon+Wood.JPG" width="25"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTdNRGDNwKQ0D737ceUBvtqHkjQkI_bmUhJzFn6fnGYG_WIIMh3ZDcuYFDeaVMhF4w0dyERUekKYW6pixPHG69tsdITwAfalJwLrbsMkgg3tYccxJleJMN4Z4uBX2GVlIIDLIs4yg2iA/s72-c?imgmax=800" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140588945268426242.post-1479074449623089133</id><published>2019-12-08T17:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2019-12-08T17:24:32.715+11:00</updated><title type="text"/><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;open sans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I was interested in the stars so I decided to buy a telescope.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;open sans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;open sans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;On the internet, I found a local shop selling a Celestron scope claiming it could&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;open sans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;see the surface of the moon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;open sans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;open sans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;When I got there the saleswoman was clearly on commission and immediately tried to upsell me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;open sans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;open sans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;She said, "That's a good scope but the next model up you can see Jupiter and the rings of Saturn."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;open sans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;open sans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;"So you're telling me the more I spend the more I'll see? "&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;open sans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;open sans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;open sans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;open sans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;"Absolutely",&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;open sans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;She said,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Open Sans&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;open sans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Ok, I said "What about that high-end model on the shelf behind you with a price tag 4 times more,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;open sans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;If I get that can I see Uranus?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Laughter is cheap medicine. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/feeds/1479074449623089133/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2019/12/i-was-interested-in-stars-so-i-decided.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/1479074449623089133" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/1479074449623089133" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2019/12/i-was-interested-in-stars-so-i-decided.html" rel="alternate" title="" type="text/html"/><author><name>Gordon Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11490110300662592903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYE3QkPaJSkXg6aBhW8cFjBGjuMvCIU6sB-YUqFFMR6G_fqM4LrB04qV5g9_pHi09PDvBojNAcQmAI5zbxAbYT-4zKpKuPwdoqDLF36SnGw3P8oI_WwIsHF-u6Ga-3rA/s88/Gordon+Wood.JPG" width="25"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimMJ7uXOPudnv3zxAnHgFqiEoGLD0U4t6hsmaSw6L1h6Cu4id7YrsoTtIxXHxR9AnqGi6WYBHJao16nVAdEkY429829cemx13L5_1ZhdkDWcf8tGqCCcOCl_ukvipR5ZTsjE5AVd_gduM/s72-c/uranus.PNG" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140588945268426242.post-4974749291315766896</id><published>2019-07-29T09:54:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2019-07-29T10:50:07.469+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Collections of Robert Dagger"/><title type="text">Generation Name Pole: Do we need more Z's in Generation Z? </title><content type="html">&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 6px;"&gt;
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My husband and I went through the McDonald's driveway window and I gave the cashier a $5 bill.&lt;br /&gt;
Our total was $4.25, so I also handed her 25c.&lt;br /&gt;
She said, 'you gave me too much money.'&lt;br /&gt;
I said, 'Yes I know, but this way you can just give me a dollar back.'&lt;br /&gt;
She sighed and went to get the manager who asked me to repeat my request.&lt;br /&gt;
I did so, and he handed me back the 25c, and said 'We're sorry but we don’t do that kind of thing.'&lt;br /&gt;
The cashier then proceeded to give me back 75 cents in change.&lt;br /&gt;
Do not confuse the people at MacD's.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="_5mfr" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0px 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="_6qdm" style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;https://www.facebook.com/images/emoji.php/v9/t50/1/16/2757.png&amp;quot;); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: contain; color: transparent; display: inline-block; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px; height: 16px; text-shadow: none; vertical-align: text-bottom; width: 16px;"&gt;❗️&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We had to have the garage door repaired.&lt;br /&gt;
The repairman told us that one of our problems was that we did not have a 'large' enough motor on the opener.&lt;br /&gt;
I thought for a minute and said that we had the largest one made at that time, a 1/2 horsepower.&lt;br /&gt;
He shook his head and said, 'You need a 1/4 horsepower.'&lt;br /&gt;
I responded that 1/2 was larger than 1/4 and he said, 'NOOO, it's not. Four is larger than two.'&lt;br /&gt;
We haven't used that repairman since...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="_5mfr" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0px 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="_6qdm" style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;https://www.facebook.com/images/emoji.php/v9/t50/1/16/2757.png&amp;quot;); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: contain; color: transparent; display: inline-block; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px; height: 16px; text-shadow: none; vertical-align: text-bottom; width: 16px;"&gt;❗️&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I live in a semi-rural area.&lt;br /&gt;
We recently had a new neighbour call the local city council office to request the removal of the DEER CROSSING sign on our road.&lt;/div&gt;
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The reason: 'Too many deers are being hit by cars out here! I don't think this is a good place for them to be crossing anymore.'&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="_5mfr" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0px 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="_6qdm" style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;https://www.facebook.com/images/emoji.php/v9/t50/1/16/2757.png&amp;quot;); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: contain; color: transparent; display: inline-block; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px; height: 16px; text-shadow: none; vertical-align: text-bottom; width: 16px;"&gt;❗️&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;My daughter went to Mexican fast food and ordered a taco.&lt;br /&gt;
She asked the person behind the counter for 'minimal lettuce.'&lt;br /&gt;
He said he was sorry, but they only had iceberg lettuce.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="_5mfr" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0px 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="_6qdm" style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;https://www.facebook.com/images/emoji.php/v9/t50/1/16/2757.png&amp;quot;); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: contain; color: transparent; display: inline-block; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px; height: 16px; text-shadow: none; vertical-align: text-bottom; width: 16px;"&gt;❗️&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was at the airport, checking in at the gate when an airport employee asked,&lt;br /&gt;
'Has anyone put anything in your baggage without your knowledge?'&lt;br /&gt;
To which I replied, 'If it was without my knowledge, how would I know?'&lt;br /&gt;
He smiled knowingly and nodded, 'That's why we ask.'&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="_5mfr" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0px 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="_6qdm" style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;https://www.facebook.com/images/emoji.php/v9/t50/1/16/2757.png&amp;quot;); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: contain; color: transparent; display: inline-block; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px; height: 16px; text-shadow: none; vertical-align: text-bottom; width: 16px;"&gt;❗️&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;The pedestrian light on the corner beeps when it's safe to cross the street.&lt;br /&gt;
I was crossing with an 'intellectually challenged' co-worker of mine.&lt;br /&gt;
She asked if I knew what the beeper was for.&lt;br /&gt;
I explained that it signals blind people when the light is red.&lt;br /&gt;
Appalled, she responded, 'what on earth are blind people doing driving?!'&lt;br /&gt;
She is a government employee.....&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="_5mfr" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0px 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="_6qdm" style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;https://www.facebook.com/images/emoji.php/v9/t50/1/16/2757.png&amp;quot;); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: contain; color: transparent; display: inline-block; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px; height: 16px; text-shadow: none; vertical-align: text-bottom; width: 16px;"&gt;❗️&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;When my wife and I arrived at a car dealership to pick up our car after a service, we were told the keys had been locked in it.&lt;br /&gt;
We went to the service department and found a mechanic working feverishly to unlock the driver’s side door.&lt;br /&gt;
As I watched from the passenger side, I instinctively tried the door handle and discovered that it was unlocked.&lt;br /&gt;
‘Hey,' I announced to the technician, 'its open!'&lt;br /&gt;
His reply, 'I know. I already did that side.'&lt;br /&gt;
STAY ALERT!&lt;/div&gt;
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They walk among us, they breed, and they vote…....&lt;br /&gt;
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Laughter is cheap medicine. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/feeds/4974749291315766896/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2019/07/gneration-name-pole-do-we-need-more-zs.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/4974749291315766896" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/4974749291315766896" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2019/07/gneration-name-pole-do-we-need-more-zs.html" rel="alternate" title="Generation Name Pole: Do we need more Z's in Generation Z? " type="text/html"/><author><name>Gordon Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11490110300662592903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYE3QkPaJSkXg6aBhW8cFjBGjuMvCIU6sB-YUqFFMR6G_fqM4LrB04qV5g9_pHi09PDvBojNAcQmAI5zbxAbYT-4zKpKuPwdoqDLF36SnGw3P8oI_WwIsHF-u6Ga-3rA/s88/Gordon+Wood.JPG" width="25"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-1QFBw8gK_CJe-bWR4SpDRFDtd7aVVhMfaNUP3mFYLQbQXuesvDT-dcRcmLfSJRt3FviGr624egf_-Dhzgkl-VnhN9nSWDioGrGWQIIlV3TSzURqLS-PXXb2QFqEcuXGNwjVq9cL1m0A/s72-c/genzyz.PNG" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140588945268426242.post-6376041459883160480</id><published>2019-04-23T12:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2019-07-29T11:03:13.050+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fun Quizes"/><title type="text">Questions - If your Auntie had balls would she be your Uncle?</title><content type="html">If it's true that we are here to help others, then what exactly are the others here for?&lt;br /&gt;
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Is it true that you never really learn to swear until you learn to drive?&lt;br /&gt;
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Is there ever a day that mattresses are not on sale?&lt;br /&gt;
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The statistics on sanity say that one out of every four persons is suffering from some sort of mental illness. Think of your three best friends. If they're OK..? (then it's you!&lt;br /&gt;
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If 4 out of 5 people SUFFER from diarrhea...does that mean that one out of five enjoys it?&lt;br /&gt;
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Why do croutons come in airtight packages? Aren't they just stale bread to begin with?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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If people from Poland are called Poles, then why aren't people from Holland called&amp;nbsp; Holes?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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If a pig loses its voice, is it disgruntled?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
Odd, isn't it that a person who plays the piano is called a pianist, but a race car driver is not a racist?&lt;br /&gt;
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If lawyers are disbarred and clergymen defrocked, then doesn't it follow that electricians can be delighted, musicians denoted, cowboys deranged, models deposed, tree surgeons debarked, and dry cleaners depressed?&lt;br /&gt;
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Why do they put pictures of criminals up in the Post Office? What are we supposed to do, write to them?&amp;nbsp; Why don't they just put their pictures on the postage stamps so the mailmen can look for them while they deliver the mail?&lt;br /&gt;
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Why do we press harder on the remote control when we know the batteries are getting weak? &lt;br /&gt;
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Why do banks charge a fee due to insufficient funds; when they already know you're broke?&lt;br /&gt;
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Why is it that when someone tells you that there are one billion stars in the universe you believe them, but if they tell you there is wet paint you have to touch it to check?&lt;br /&gt;
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Why does Superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a revolver at him?&lt;br /&gt;
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Why did Kamikaze pilots wear helmets?&lt;br /&gt;
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Whose cruel idea was it to put an "s" in the word "lisp"?&lt;br /&gt;
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Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hope there is something new to eat?&lt;br /&gt;
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Why do people run over a string a dozen times with their vacuum cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it and then put it down to give the vacuum one more chance?&lt;br /&gt;
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A day without a smile is like a day without sunshine!&amp;nbsp; A day without sunshine is,&amp;nbsp; like...........night!!!!&lt;/h2&gt;
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Laughter is cheap medicine. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/feeds/6376041459883160480/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2015/09/questions-if-your-auntie-had-balls.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/6376041459883160480" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/6376041459883160480" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2015/09/questions-if-your-auntie-had-balls.html" rel="alternate" title="Questions - If your Auntie had balls would she be your Uncle?" type="text/html"/><author><name>Gordon Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11490110300662592903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYE3QkPaJSkXg6aBhW8cFjBGjuMvCIU6sB-YUqFFMR6G_fqM4LrB04qV5g9_pHi09PDvBojNAcQmAI5zbxAbYT-4zKpKuPwdoqDLF36SnGw3P8oI_WwIsHF-u6Ga-3rA/s88/Gordon+Wood.JPG" width="25"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140588945268426242.post-2160510855637237971</id><published>2019-04-23T02:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2019-07-29T11:36:56.566+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Collections of Trish Stevens"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Irish"/><title type="text">Why do Irish gentlemen prefer Blondes?</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In Galway Ireland on a bitterly cold winter&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;morning&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;during breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;, a husband and wife were listening to the radio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The announcer said, "We will have 8 inches of snow today, so please park on the even-numbered side so the snowploughs can get through. The&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;husband then went out and moved the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A week later at breakfast again, the radio said, "We are expecting 12 inches of snow today. Please park on the odd-numbered side of the street so the snowploughs can get through.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The good man went out and moved the car again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The next week they are again having breakfast, when the announcer says, "We are expecting 14 inches of snow today. You must park...." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Just then the power went out and a worried look came on the husband's face as he said. "Well that's just fine isn't it, how can I know what to do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;With love and understanding and following the blonde wife's code to let husbands believe they are naturally smarter, she said,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Darling, Why don't you leave the car in the garage this time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;




Laughter is cheap medicine. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/feeds/2160510855637237971/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2015/07/irish-blonde.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/2160510855637237971" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/2160510855637237971" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2015/07/irish-blonde.html" rel="alternate" title="Why do Irish gentlemen prefer Blondes?" type="text/html"/><author><name>Gordon Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11490110300662592903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYE3QkPaJSkXg6aBhW8cFjBGjuMvCIU6sB-YUqFFMR6G_fqM4LrB04qV5g9_pHi09PDvBojNAcQmAI5zbxAbYT-4zKpKuPwdoqDLF36SnGw3P8oI_WwIsHF-u6Ga-3rA/s88/Gordon+Wood.JPG" width="25"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140588945268426242.post-6307531830438996960</id><published>2019-04-21T22:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2019-04-22T16:50:34.214+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Collections of Trish Stevens"/><title type="text">Best Quote of Any Era</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 26.6667px;"&gt;Cicero, in 55 BC said&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;"The
Budget should be balanced,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;the
Treasury should be refilled,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;public debt should be reduced,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;the
arrogance of officialdom should be&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;tempered and controlled,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;and
the assistance to foreign lands should be&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;curtailed, lest Rome will become bankrupt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;People
must again learn to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;
instead of living on public assistance."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;Evidently, we've learned bugger all in 2,5&lt;span style="color: #1f497d;"&gt;00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Laughter is cheap medicine. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/feeds/6307531830438996960/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2016/09/best-quote-of-any-era.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/6307531830438996960" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/6307531830438996960" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2016/09/best-quote-of-any-era.html" rel="alternate" title="Best Quote of Any Era" type="text/html"/><author><name>Gordon Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11490110300662592903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYE3QkPaJSkXg6aBhW8cFjBGjuMvCIU6sB-YUqFFMR6G_fqM4LrB04qV5g9_pHi09PDvBojNAcQmAI5zbxAbYT-4zKpKuPwdoqDLF36SnGw3P8oI_WwIsHF-u6Ga-3rA/s88/Gordon+Wood.JPG" width="25"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Bangkok, Thailand</georss:featurename><georss:point>13.7563309 100.50176510000006</georss:point><georss:box>13.2627269 99.856318100000053 14.2499349 101.14721210000006</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140588945268426242.post-1123837175998524735</id><published>2018-02-09T19:04:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2018-02-09T19:05:07.997+11:00</updated><title type="text"/><content type="html">&lt;div class="tr_bq" style="background: 0px 0px rgb(230, 230, 230); border-style: solid; border-width: 0px; color: #666666; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; margin-bottom: 1.5rem; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;
It's been a while Andrew. I heard from Andy you are doing OK&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Here is something to make you laugh ....................&lt;/div&gt;
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A teacher was helping her third-grade students with a math problem. After choosing a student in particular, she recited the following story:&lt;br /&gt;
“Billy, there are three birds sitting on a telephone wire. A man with a gun shoots one of the birds. How many birds are left on the wire?”&lt;br /&gt;
The boy pauses. “None,” he replied thoughtfully.&lt;br /&gt;
“No, no, no. Let’s try again, maybe you didn’t hear me correctly,” the teacher says patiently. She holds up three fingers.&lt;br /&gt;
“There are three birds sitting on a wire. A man with a gun shoots one,” she puts down one finger, “how many birds are left on the wire?”&lt;br /&gt;
“None,” the boy says with authority.&lt;br /&gt;
The teacher sighs. “Tell me how you came up with that.”&lt;br /&gt;
“It’s simple,” says the boy, “after the man shot one bird, the noise from the gun scared the other two away.” “Well,” she says, “that’s not technically correct, but I like the way you think.” &lt;/blockquote&gt;
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“Thanks,” chimes the boy, “now let me ask you a question.”&lt;br /&gt;
“Okay,” she said guardedly.&lt;br /&gt;
“There are three women sitting on a bench eating popsicles.&amp;nbsp; One woman is licking the popsicle, one woman is biting the popsicle, and one is sucking the popsicle. Which one is married?” he asked innocently.&lt;br /&gt;
The teacher looked at the boy’s angelic face and writhed in agony, turning three shades of red.&lt;br /&gt;
“C’mon,” the boy said impatiently, “which one is it, the one licking the popsicle, the one biting it, or the one sucking it?&lt;br /&gt;
Which one is married?”&lt;br /&gt;
“Well, uh,” she gulped and in a barely audible whisper replied,&lt;br /&gt;
“the one who’s sucking?”&lt;br /&gt;
“Naw,” he says with surprise, “the one with the wedding ring.&lt;br /&gt;
But I like the way you think.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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Laughter is cheap medicine. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/feeds/1123837175998524735/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2018/02/its-been-while-andrew.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/1123837175998524735" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/1123837175998524735" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2018/02/its-been-while-andrew.html" rel="alternate" title="" type="text/html"/><author><name>Gordon Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11490110300662592903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYE3QkPaJSkXg6aBhW8cFjBGjuMvCIU6sB-YUqFFMR6G_fqM4LrB04qV5g9_pHi09PDvBojNAcQmAI5zbxAbYT-4zKpKuPwdoqDLF36SnGw3P8oI_WwIsHF-u6Ga-3rA/s88/Gordon+Wood.JPG" width="25"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140588945268426242.post-3451535787967823383</id><published>2017-06-29T03:59:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2017-06-29T04:18:59.339+10:00</updated><title type="text">Here's Something Special at Sportsman </title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;
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If a cowhand was low on cash he would often give the bartender a cartridge in exchange for a drink. This became known as a "shot" of whiskey.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;THE WHOLE NINE YARDS&lt;br /&gt;American fighter planes in WW2 had machine guns that were fed by a belt of cartridges. The average plane held belts that were 27 feet (9 yards) long.&amp;nbsp;If the pilot used up all his ammo he was said to have given it the whole nine yards.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BUYING THE FARM&lt;br /&gt;This is synonymous with dying. During WW1 soldiers were given life insurance policies worth $5,000. This was about the price of an average farm so if you died you "bought the farm" for your survivors.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;IRON CLAD CONTRACT&lt;br /&gt;This came about from the ironclad ships of the Civil War. It meant something so strong it could not be broken.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PASSING THE BUCK/THE BUCK STOPS HERE&lt;br /&gt;Most men in the early west carried a jack knife made by the Buck knife company. When playing poker it as common to place one of these Buck knives in front of the dealer so that everyone knew who he was. When it was time for a new dealer the deck of cards and the knife were given to the new dealer. If this person didn't want to deal he would "pass the buck" to the next player. If that player accepted then "the buck stopped there".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;RIFF-RAFF&lt;br /&gt;The Mississippi River was the main way of traveling from north to south. Riverboats carried passengers and freight but they were expensive so most people used rafts.  Everything had the right of way over rafts which were considered cheap. The steering oar on the rafts was called a "riff" and this transposed into riff-raff, meaning low class.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;COBWEB&lt;br /&gt;The Old English word for "spider" was "cob".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SHIP STATE ROOMS&lt;br /&gt;Traveling by steamboat was considered the height of comfort. Passenger cabins on the boats were not numbered. Instead they were named after states. To this day cabins on ships are called staterooms.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SLEEP TIGHT&lt;br /&gt;Early beds were made with a wooden frame. Ropes were tied across the frame&lt;br /&gt;in a criss-cross pattern. A straw mattress was then put on top of the&lt;br /&gt;ropes. Over time the ropes stretched, causing the bed to sag. The owner&lt;br /&gt;would then tighten the ropes to get a better night's sleep.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SHOWBOAT&lt;br /&gt;These were floating theaters built on a barge that was pushed by a steamboat. These played small town along the Mississippi River. Unlike the boat shown in the movie "Showboat" these did not have an engine. They were gaudy and attention grabbing which is why we say someone who is being the life of the party is "showboating".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;OVER A BARREL&lt;br /&gt;In the days before CPR a drowning victim would be placed face down over a barrel and the barrel would be rolled back and forth in an effort to empty the lungs of water. It was rarely effective. If you are over a barrel you are in deep trouble.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BARGE IN&lt;br /&gt;Heavy freight was moved along the Mississippi in large barges pushed by&amp;nbsp;steamboats. These were hard to control and sometimes swing into&amp;nbsp;piers or other boats. People would say they "barged in".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;HOGWASH&lt;br /&gt;Steamboats carried both people and animals. Since pigs smelled so bad they would be washed before being put on board. The mud and other filth that was washed off were considered useless "hog wash".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;CURFEW&lt;br /&gt;The word "curfew" comes from the French phrase "couvre-feu", which means "cover the fire". It was used to describe the time of blowing out all lamps and candles. It was later adopted into Middle English as "curfeu", which later became the modern "curfew".  In the early American colonies homes had no real fireplaces so a fire was built in the center of the room. In order to make sure a fire did not get out of control during the night it was required that, by an agreed upon time, all fires would be covered with a clay pot called-a "curfew".&lt;div&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;BARRELS OF OIL&lt;br /&gt;When the first oil wells were drilled they had made no provision for storing the liquid so they used water barrels. That is why, to this day, we speak of barrels of oil rather than gallons.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;HOT OFF THE PRESS&lt;br /&gt;As the paper goes through the rotary printing press friction causes it to heat up. Therefore, if you grab the paper right off the press it is hot. The expression means to get immediate information.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;FALLEN OFF THE WAGON&lt;br /&gt;The 'wagon' in this American expression refers to the water wagons used to sprinkle water on the streets to keep the dust down. During the times of Prohibition in the 19th century, men often climbed onto these wagons and took an oath they would give up alcohol and drink only water. This gave rise to the expression 'to be on the water cart/wagon'; it was later shortened to 'on the wagon'. When these individuals broke their pledge and started hitting the bottle again, they were said to have 'fallen off the wagon'.&lt;/div&gt;
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Laughter is cheap medicine. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/feeds/4375547388801045897/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2016/09/everyday-words-and-phrases.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/4375547388801045897" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/4375547388801045897" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2016/09/everyday-words-and-phrases.html" rel="alternate" title="Everyday Words and Phrases" type="text/html"/><author><name>Gordon Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11490110300662592903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYE3QkPaJSkXg6aBhW8cFjBGjuMvCIU6sB-YUqFFMR6G_fqM4LrB04qV5g9_pHi09PDvBojNAcQmAI5zbxAbYT-4zKpKuPwdoqDLF36SnGw3P8oI_WwIsHF-u6Ga-3rA/s88/Gordon+Wood.JPG" width="25"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140588945268426242.post-5659960868407468803</id><published>2016-07-05T11:57:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2016-07-05T11:58:12.330+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Collection of Maz Garnet"/><title type="text">Caine wasn't Able so Eve Adam - A Story of the Birds and the Bees!!!</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;
God said, 'Adam, I Want you to do Something for Me.'&lt;br /&gt;
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Adam said, 'Gladly, Lord, what do You Want me to do?'&lt;br /&gt;
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God said, 'Go down Into that valley.'&lt;br /&gt;
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Adam said, 'What's a Valley?'&lt;br /&gt;
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God explained it to Him. Then God said, 'Cross the river.'&lt;br /&gt;
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Adam said, 'What's a River?' God explained that To him, and then said, 'Go over to the hill....'&lt;br /&gt;
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Adam said , 'What is a Hill?' So, God explained to Adam what a hill was. He told Adam, 'On The other side of the Hill you will find a Cave.'&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Adam said, 'What's a Cave?' After God explained, He said, 'In the cave You will find a woman.'&lt;br /&gt;
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Adam said, 'What's a Woman?' So God explained That to him, too. Then, God said, 'I Want you to Reproduce.'&lt;br /&gt;
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Adam said, 'How do I do that?' God first said (under His breath), 'Geez....' And then, just like Everything else, God Explained that to Adam, as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, Adam goes down Into the valley, Across the river, and Over &amp;nbsp;the hill, into the Cave, and finds the Woman.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then, in about five Minutes, he was back. God, His patience Wearing thin, said Angrily, 'What is it Now?'&lt;br /&gt;
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And Adam said....&lt;br /&gt;
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(YOU'RE GOING TO LOVE THIS!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;
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Laughter is cheap medicine. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/feeds/5659960868407468803/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2016/07/caine-wasnt-able-so-eve-adam-story-of.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/5659960868407468803" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/5659960868407468803" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2016/07/caine-wasnt-able-so-eve-adam-story-of.html" rel="alternate" title="Caine wasn't Able so Eve Adam - A Story of the Birds and the Bees!!!" type="text/html"/><author><name>Gordon Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11490110300662592903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYE3QkPaJSkXg6aBhW8cFjBGjuMvCIU6sB-YUqFFMR6G_fqM4LrB04qV5g9_pHi09PDvBojNAcQmAI5zbxAbYT-4zKpKuPwdoqDLF36SnGw3P8oI_WwIsHF-u6Ga-3rA/s88/Gordon+Wood.JPG" width="25"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140588945268426242.post-5792091283232879797</id><published>2016-06-30T02:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2016-07-05T11:32:02.132+10:00</updated><title type="text">Having the age old time of your life? </title><content type="html">&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 12.8px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;And that, my friend, is the sad definition of "OLD"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &amp;quot;berlin sans fb&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &amp;quot;berlin sans fb&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Just before the funeral services, the undertaker came up to the very elderly widow and asked,&lt;br /&gt;"How old was your husband?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &amp;quot;berlin sans fb&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;"98," she replied: "Two years older than me"&lt;br /&gt;"So you're 96," the undertaker commented.&lt;br /&gt;She responded, "Hardly worth going home, is it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &amp;quot;berlin sans fb&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;Reporters interviewing a 104-year-old woman:&lt;br /&gt;"And what do you think is the best thing&lt;br /&gt;about being 104?" the reporter asked.&lt;br /&gt;She simply replied, "No peer pressure."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &amp;quot;berlin sans fb&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;#4&lt;br /&gt;I've sure gotten old! I have outlived my feet and my teeth&lt;br /&gt;I've had two bypass surgeries, a hip replacement,&lt;br /&gt;new knees, fought prostate cancer and diabetes&lt;br /&gt;I'm half blind, &amp;nbsp;can't hear anything quieter than a jet engine,&lt;br /&gt;take 40 different medications that&lt;br /&gt;make me dizzy, winded, and subject to blackouts.&lt;br /&gt;Have bouts with dementia. &amp;nbsp;Have poor circulation;&lt;br /&gt;hardly feel my hands and feet anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember if I'm 85 or 92.&lt;br /&gt;Have lost all my friends. But, thank God,&amp;nbsp;I still have my driver's license.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &amp;quot;berlin sans fb&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;#5&lt;br /&gt;I feel like my body has gotten totally out of shape,&lt;br /&gt;so I got my doctor's permission to&lt;br /&gt;join a fitness club and start exercising.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take an aerobics class for seniors.&lt;br /&gt;I bent, twisted, gyrated, jumped up and down, and perspired for an hour. But, &amp;nbsp;by the time I got my leotards on,&lt;br /&gt;the class was over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &amp;quot;berlin sans fb&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;#6&lt;br /&gt;An elderly woman decided to prepare her will and told her preacher she had two final requests.&lt;br /&gt;First, she wanted to be cremated, and second,&lt;br /&gt;she wanted her ashes scattered over Wal-Mart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &amp;quot;berlin sans fb&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;"Wal-Mart?" the preacher exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;"Why Wal-Mart?"&lt;br /&gt;"Then I'll be sure my daughters visit me twice a week"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &amp;quot;berlin sans fb&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;#7&lt;br /&gt;My memory's not as sharp as it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;Also, my memory's not as sharp as it used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &amp;quot;berlin sans fb&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;#8&lt;br /&gt;Know how to prevent sagging? Just eat till the wrinkles fill out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &amp;quot;berlin sans fb&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;#9&lt;br /&gt;It's scary when you start making the same noises &amp;nbsp;as your coffee maker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &amp;quot;berlin sans fb&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;#10&lt;br /&gt;These days about half the stuff &amp;nbsp;in my shopping cart says, 'For fast relief.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &amp;quot;berlin sans fb&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;#11&lt;br /&gt;THE SENILITY PRAYER :&lt;br /&gt;Grant me senility to forget the people &amp;nbsp;I never liked ,&amp;nbsp;the good fortune to run into the ones I do, and &amp;nbsp;the eyesight to tell the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Laughter is cheap medicine. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/feeds/5792091283232879797/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2016/06/having-age-old-time-of-your-life.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/5792091283232879797" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/5792091283232879797" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2016/06/having-age-old-time-of-your-life.html" rel="alternate" title="Having the age old time of your life? " type="text/html"/><author><name>Gordon Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11490110300662592903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYE3QkPaJSkXg6aBhW8cFjBGjuMvCIU6sB-YUqFFMR6G_fqM4LrB04qV5g9_pHi09PDvBojNAcQmAI5zbxAbYT-4zKpKuPwdoqDLF36SnGw3P8oI_WwIsHF-u6Ga-3rA/s88/Gordon+Wood.JPG" width="25"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140588945268426242.post-5333078553252407154</id><published>2016-06-29T10:50:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2016-06-29T11:00:25.908+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Collections of David Brown"/><title type="text">Would the Real Murderer Please Stand Up? </title><content type="html">Breaking news. At a 1994 awards dinner for Forensic Science Professionals (AAFS), its President Dr. Don Harper Mills astounded his audience with the legal complications of a 
bizarre death.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is the story….&lt;br /&gt;
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On March 23, 1994, the 
medical examiner viewed the body of Ronald Opus, and concluded that he died from 
a shotgun wound to the head. Mr. Opus had jumped from the top of a ten-story 
building intending to commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;
He left a note to that effect indicating his despondency.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As he fell past 
the ninth floor, his life was interrupted by a shotgun blast passing through a 
window, which killed him instantly. Neither the shooter nor the deceased was 
aware that a safety net had been installed just below the eighth floor level to 
protect some building workers, and that Ronald Opus would not have been able to 
complete his suicide the way he had planned.&lt;br /&gt;
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The room on the ninth 
floor, where the shotgun blast emanated, was occupied by an elderly man and his 
wife. They were arguing vigorously and he was threatening her with a shotgun!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
The man was so upset that when he pulled the&lt;br /&gt;
trigger, he completely missed 
his wife, and the pellets went through the window, striking Mr. Opus.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When one 
intends to kill subject 'A' but kills subject 'B' in the attempt, one is guilty 
of the murder of subject 'B.'&lt;br /&gt;
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When confronted with the murder charge, 
the old man and his wife were both adamant, and both said that they thought the 
shotgun was not loaded. The old man said it was a long-standing habit to 
threaten his wife with the unloaded shotgun. He had no intention to murder her. 
Therefore the killing of Mr. Opus appeared to be an accident; that is, assuming 
the gun had been accidentally loaded.&lt;br /&gt;
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The continuing investigation 
turned up a witness who saw the old couple's son loading the shotgun about six 
weeks prior to the fatal accident&amp;nbsp; It transpired that the old lady had cut off 
her son's financial support and the son, knowing the&lt;br /&gt;
propensity of his father 
to use the shotgun threateningly, loaded the gun with the expectation that his 
father would shoot his mother.&lt;br /&gt;
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Since the loader of the gun was aware of 
this, he was guilty of the murder even though he didn't actually pull the 
trigger. The case now becomes one of murder on the part of the son for the death 
of Ronald Opus.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now comes the exquisite twist….&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Further 
investigation revealed that the son was, in fact, Ronald Opus. He had become 
increasingly despondent over the failure of his attempt to engineer his mother's 
murder.&amp;nbsp; This led him to jump off the ten-story building on March 23rd, only to 
be killed by a shotgun blast passing through the ninth story window.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The 
son, Ronald Opus, had actually murdered himself. So the medical examiner closed 
the case as a suicide.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Clamed as a true story from Associated Press.- 
HFAO source Dave Whylie - NZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;




Laughter is cheap medicine. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/feeds/5333078553252407154/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2016/06/would-real-murderer-please-stand-up.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/5333078553252407154" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/5333078553252407154" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2016/06/would-real-murderer-please-stand-up.html" rel="alternate" title="Would the Real Murderer Please Stand Up? " type="text/html"/><author><name>Gordon Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11490110300662592903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYE3QkPaJSkXg6aBhW8cFjBGjuMvCIU6sB-YUqFFMR6G_fqM4LrB04qV5g9_pHi09PDvBojNAcQmAI5zbxAbYT-4zKpKuPwdoqDLF36SnGw3P8oI_WwIsHF-u6Ga-3rA/s88/Gordon+Wood.JPG" width="25"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140588945268426242.post-5596756765008684083</id><published>2015-09-14T13:38:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2015-09-14T13:38:16.937+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Collection of John Kohoe"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tools and tips"/><title type="text">Carburetor Frozen</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;People often complain about the police, but you rarely hear about the positive things they do, such as this incident involving a biker and a frozen carburetor. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Last January on a bitterly cold winter's day, a North Dakota State Trooper on patrol came upon a motorcyclist who was stalled by the roadside. The biker was swathed in heavy protective clothing and wearing a full-face helmet to protect the face from the cold weather.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“What’s the matter? asked the Trooper &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Carburetor's frozen," was the terse reply. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Pee on it. That'll thaw it out." &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"I can't," said the biker. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"OK, watch me closely and I'll show you." The Trooper unzipped and promptly warmed the carburetor as promised. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Moments later the bike started and the rider drove off, waving. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A few days later, the local State Troopers’ office received a note of thanks from the father of the motorcyclist.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It began: "On behalf of my daughter Jill..." &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;




Laughter is cheap medicine. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/feeds/5596756765008684083/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2015/09/carburetor-frozen.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/5596756765008684083" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/5596756765008684083" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2015/09/carburetor-frozen.html" rel="alternate" title="Carburetor Frozen" type="text/html"/><author><name>Gordon Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11490110300662592903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYE3QkPaJSkXg6aBhW8cFjBGjuMvCIU6sB-YUqFFMR6G_fqM4LrB04qV5g9_pHi09PDvBojNAcQmAI5zbxAbYT-4zKpKuPwdoqDLF36SnGw3P8oI_WwIsHF-u6Ga-3rA/s88/Gordon+Wood.JPG" width="25"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140588945268426242.post-6718741024705882921</id><published>2015-09-03T17:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2015-09-03T17:21:00.040+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Collections of Trish Stevens"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kids ask about this."/><title type="text">Today&amp;#39;s what do do next riddle</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here is the situation: &lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are on a horse, galloping at a constant speed.&amp;nbsp; On your right side is a sharp drop-off.&amp;nbsp; On your left side is an elephant travelling at the same speed as you.  &lt;p&gt;Directly in front of you is a galloping kangaroo and your horse is unable to overtake it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Behind you is a lion running at the same speed as you and the kangaroo. &lt;p&gt;In this type of encounter what would you do to get out of the situation? &lt;p&gt;Yes your right , just get down off the horse and step off the merry go round!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;




Laughter is cheap medicine. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/feeds/6718741024705882921/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2015/09/today-what-do-do-next-riddle.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/6718741024705882921" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/6718741024705882921" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2015/09/today-what-do-do-next-riddle.html" rel="alternate" title="Today&amp;#39;s what do do next riddle" type="text/html"/><author><name>Gordon Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11490110300662592903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYE3QkPaJSkXg6aBhW8cFjBGjuMvCIU6sB-YUqFFMR6G_fqM4LrB04qV5g9_pHi09PDvBojNAcQmAI5zbxAbYT-4zKpKuPwdoqDLF36SnGw3P8oI_WwIsHF-u6Ga-3rA/s88/Gordon+Wood.JPG" width="25"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140588945268426242.post-8981083321364034021</id><published>2015-09-01T05:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2015-09-01T05:00:02.564+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Collections of Trish Stevens"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Husband and Wife"/><title type="text">Walking Down The Aisle.</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I'll never forget how happy I was when I saw my missus walking down the aisle towards me. &lt;p&gt;My heart was beating fast and the excitement was unbearable.&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;It seemed to take an age, but eventually, there she was, standing beside me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;I gave her a loving smile and said, &lt;br&gt;"Get that trolley over here, Love.&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;They're doing 3 cartons of beer for the price of 2 !!"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;




Laughter is cheap medicine. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/feeds/8981083321364034021/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2015/09/walking-down-aisle.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/8981083321364034021" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/8981083321364034021" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2015/09/walking-down-aisle.html" rel="alternate" title="Walking Down The Aisle." type="text/html"/><author><name>Gordon Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11490110300662592903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYE3QkPaJSkXg6aBhW8cFjBGjuMvCIU6sB-YUqFFMR6G_fqM4LrB04qV5g9_pHi09PDvBojNAcQmAI5zbxAbYT-4zKpKuPwdoqDLF36SnGw3P8oI_WwIsHF-u6Ga-3rA/s88/Gordon+Wood.JPG" width="25"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140588945268426242.post-5402908122630938046</id><published>2015-08-31T03:18:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2015-08-31T03:18:30.210+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Collections of Trish Stevens"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wisdom"/><title type="text">Ponder on these</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;1. The nicest thing about the future is that it always starts tomorrow.&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;2. Money will buy a fine dog but only kindness will make him wag his tail.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. If you don't have a sense of humour you probably don't have any sense at all.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. Seat belts are not as confining as wheelchairs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. A good time to keep your mouth shut is when you're in deep water.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. How come it takes so little time for a child who is afraid of the dark to become a teenager who wants to stay out all night?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7. Business conventions are important because they demonstrate how many people a company can operate without.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8. Why is it that at class reunions you feel younger than everyone else looks?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9. Stroke a cat and you will have a permanent job.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10. No one has more driving ambition than the teenage boy who wants to buy a car.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;11. There are no new sins; the old ones just get more publicity.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;12. There are worse things than getting a call for a wrong number at 4 a.m. - for example, it could be the right number.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;13. No one ever says "It's only a game" when their team is winning. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;14. I've reached the age where 'happy hour' is a nap. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;15. Be careful about reading the fine print there's no way you're going to like it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;16. The trouble with bucket seats is that not everybody has the same size bucket. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;17. Do you realise that, in about 40 years, we'll have thousands of old ladies running around with tattoos? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;18. Money can't buy happiness but somehow it's more comfortable to cry in a Rolls than in a Ford.&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;19. After 60, if you don't wake up aching in every joint, you're probably dead. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;20. Always be yourself because the people that matter don't mind and the ones that mind don't matter. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;21. Life isn't tied with a bow but it's still a gift. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And REMEMBER...."POLITICIANS AND NAPPIES SHOULD BE CHANGED OFTEN AND FOR THE SAME REASON"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;




Laughter is cheap medicine. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/feeds/5402908122630938046/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2015/08/ponder-on-these.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/5402908122630938046" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/5402908122630938046" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2015/08/ponder-on-these.html" rel="alternate" title="Ponder on these" type="text/html"/><author><name>Gordon Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11490110300662592903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYE3QkPaJSkXg6aBhW8cFjBGjuMvCIU6sB-YUqFFMR6G_fqM4LrB04qV5g9_pHi09PDvBojNAcQmAI5zbxAbYT-4zKpKuPwdoqDLF36SnGw3P8oI_WwIsHF-u6Ga-3rA/s88/Gordon+Wood.JPG" width="25"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140588945268426242.post-4637392832473621926</id><published>2015-08-25T11:25:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2015-08-25T11:25:11.707+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Collection of John Kohoe"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Oldie But Timeless"/><title type="text">TEST FOR &amp;#39;OLDER&amp;#39; KIDS.- Are you smarter than a 60 year old?</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;This is a test for us 'older kids'! The answers are printed below, (after the questions) but don't cheat! answer them first..... &lt;p&gt; 01. After the Lone Ranger rode off into the sunset, the grateful citizens would ask, Who was that masked man? Invariably, someone would answer, I don't know, but he left this behind. What did he leave behind?________________.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;02. When the Beatles first came to the U.S. In early 1964, we all watched them on The ____ ___________ Show. &lt;p&gt;3. 'Get your kicks, __ _________ _______.' &lt;p&gt;04. 'The story you are about to see is true. The names have been changed to _____ _ _____.' &lt;p&gt;05. 'In the jungle, the mighty jungle, ____ ____ ____ ____.' &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;06. After the Twist, The Mashed Potato, and the Watusi, we 'danced' under a stick that was lowered as low as we could go in a dance called the '_____.' &lt;p&gt;07. Nestle's makes the very best.... _________.' &lt;p&gt;08. Satchmo was America 's 'Ambassador of Goodwill.' Our parents shared this great jazz trumpet player with us. His name was______ ___________. &lt;p&gt;09. What takes a licking and keeps on ticking? _______. &lt;p&gt;10. Red Skeleton's hobo character was named ______ ___ ________ and Red always ended his television show by saying, 'Good Night, and '________&amp;nbsp; ________ ' &lt;p&gt;11. Some Americans who protested the Vietnam War did so by burning their&amp;nbsp; ______ _______. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;12. The cute little car with the engine in the back and the trunk in the front was called the VW. What other names did it go by? ___ &amp;amp; _______. &lt;p&gt;13. In 1971, singer Don MacLean sang a song about, 'the day the music died.' This was a tribute to _______ ____________. &lt;p&gt;14. We can remember the first satellite placed into orbit. The Russians did it. It was called __________. &lt;p&gt;15. One of the big fads of the late 50's and 60's was a large plastic ring that we twirled around our waist. It was called the ______ _____ .&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;16. Remember LS/MFT _____ _____/_____ _____ _____? &lt;p&gt;17. Hey Kids! What time is it? It's _____ ______ _____! &lt;p&gt;18. Who knows what secrets lie in the hearts of men? Only The _____ Knows! &lt;p&gt;19. There was a song that came out in the 60's that was "a grave yard smash". It's name was the ______ ______! &lt;p&gt;20. Alka Seltzer used a "boy with a tablet on his head" as it's Logo/Representative. What was the boy's name? ________ &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;ANSWERS:  &lt;p&gt;01.The Lone Ranger left behind a silver bullet.  &lt;p&gt;02. The Ed Sullivan Show  &lt;p&gt;03. On Route 66  &lt;p&gt;04.To protect the innocent. &lt;p&gt;05.The Lion Sleeps Tonight  &lt;p&gt;06. The limbo  &lt;p&gt;07. Chocolate  &lt;p&gt;08. Louis Armstrong  &lt;p&gt;09. The Timex watch  &lt;p&gt;10. Freddy, The Freeloader and 'Good Night and God Bless.'  &lt;p&gt;11. Draft cards (Bras were also burned. Not flags, as some have guessed)  &lt;p&gt;12. Beetle or Bug  &lt;p&gt;13. Buddy Holly  &lt;p&gt;14. Sputnik  &lt;p&gt;15. Hoola-hoop  &lt;p&gt;16. Lucky Strike/Means Fine Tobacco  &lt;p&gt;17. Howdy Doody Time  &lt;p&gt;18. Shadow  &lt;p&gt;19.Monster Mash  &lt;p&gt;20. Speedy  &lt;p&gt;Send this to your 'older' friends, (Better known as Seniors.) It will drive them crazy! And keep them busy and let them forget their aches and pains for a few minutes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;




Laughter is cheap medicine. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/feeds/4637392832473621926/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2015/08/test-for-kids-are-you-smarter-than-60.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/4637392832473621926" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/4637392832473621926" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2015/08/test-for-kids-are-you-smarter-than-60.html" rel="alternate" title="TEST FOR &amp;#39;OLDER&amp;#39; KIDS.- Are you smarter than a 60 year old?" type="text/html"/><author><name>Gordon Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11490110300662592903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYE3QkPaJSkXg6aBhW8cFjBGjuMvCIU6sB-YUqFFMR6G_fqM4LrB04qV5g9_pHi09PDvBojNAcQmAI5zbxAbYT-4zKpKuPwdoqDLF36SnGw3P8oI_WwIsHF-u6Ga-3rA/s88/Gordon+Wood.JPG" width="25"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140588945268426242.post-5270766469065839421</id><published>2015-08-05T23:52:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2015-08-05T23:52:51.240+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Collection of John Kohoe"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Key Event"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wisdom"/><title type="text">Things to Remember During a War</title><content type="html">&lt;h5&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. The only things more accurate than enemy fire is friendly fire.&lt;br&gt;2. Try to look unimportant, they may be low on ammo.&lt;br&gt;3. Teamwork is essential. It gives them more targets to shoot at.&lt;br&gt;4. No inspection-ready unit ever passed combat.&lt;br&gt;5. No combat-ready unit ever passed inspection.&lt;br&gt;6. Remember: your aircraft was made by the lowest bidder.&lt;br&gt;7. Never draw fire, it will irritate the rest of your formation.&lt;br&gt;8. Never share a cockpit with someone braver than you.&lt;br&gt;9. You are not Tom Cruise.&lt;br&gt;10. SAMs and AAA have the right-of-way.&lt;br&gt;11. If you aren't sure, the SAMs are pointed at you.&lt;br&gt;12. If hit, landing near the people that just shot you down is not a good idea.&lt;br&gt;13. Close only counts in horseshoes, nukes and proximity-fused missiles.&lt;br&gt;14. Smart bombs have bad days too.&lt;br&gt;15. The best defense is to stay out of range.&lt;br&gt;16. If you are short on everything but enemy, you are in combat.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;




Laughter is cheap medicine. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/feeds/5270766469065839421/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2015/08/things-to-remember-during-war.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/5270766469065839421" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/5270766469065839421" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2015/08/things-to-remember-during-war.html" rel="alternate" title="Things to Remember During a War" type="text/html"/><author><name>Gordon Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11490110300662592903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYE3QkPaJSkXg6aBhW8cFjBGjuMvCIU6sB-YUqFFMR6G_fqM4LrB04qV5g9_pHi09PDvBojNAcQmAI5zbxAbYT-4zKpKuPwdoqDLF36SnGw3P8oI_WwIsHF-u6Ga-3rA/s88/Gordon+Wood.JPG" width="25"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140588945268426242.post-7306516532624021198</id><published>2015-07-29T02:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2015-07-29T02:46:58.628+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Collections of Trish Stevens"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Irish"/><title type="text">Irishman’s First Drink With his Son</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;While reading&amp;nbsp; an article last night about fathers and sons, memories came flooding back to the time I took me son out for his first pint.&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;Off we went to our local pub only two blocks from our house.  &lt;p&gt;I got him a&amp;nbsp; Guinness. He didn't like it, so I drank it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;Then I got him a Kilkenny, he didn't like that either, so I drank it and we tried some Harp Lager?&amp;nbsp; Same story&amp;nbsp; I drank it.&amp;nbsp; He didn't. &lt;p&gt;Thinking whiskey maybe better than beer so we tried a Jameson's, nope!&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;In desperation, I had him try that rare Redbreast, Ireland's&amp;nbsp; finest. He wouldn't even&amp;nbsp; smell it. What could I do but drink it!&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;By the time I realized he just didn't like to drink, I was so loaded I could hardly push his stroller back home!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;




Laughter is cheap medicine. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/feeds/7306516532624021198/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2015/07/irishmans-first-drink-with-his-son.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/7306516532624021198" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/7306516532624021198" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2015/07/irishmans-first-drink-with-his-son.html" rel="alternate" title="Irishman’s First Drink With his Son" type="text/html"/><author><name>Gordon Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11490110300662592903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYE3QkPaJSkXg6aBhW8cFjBGjuMvCIU6sB-YUqFFMR6G_fqM4LrB04qV5g9_pHi09PDvBojNAcQmAI5zbxAbYT-4zKpKuPwdoqDLF36SnGw3P8oI_WwIsHF-u6Ga-3rA/s88/Gordon+Wood.JPG" width="25"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140588945268426242.post-5939057333033202591</id><published>2015-07-24T02:41:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2015-07-24T02:41:26.950+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Collection of John Kohoe"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Husband and Wife"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Men and Women"/><title type="text">Showering with a friend no is longer fashionable– here’s why!</title><content type="html">&lt;h1&gt;A Shower for Woman&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/h1&gt; &lt;p&gt;Take off clothes place them sectioned in laundry basket by lights and darks. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Walk to bathroom wearing long dressing gown. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Check physique in the mirror and make mental note to do more sit-ups / leg-lifts. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Get in the shower.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Use face cloth, arm cloth, leg cloth, long loofah, wide loofah and pumice stone. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Wash =hair once with cucumber and sage shampoo with 43 added vitamins... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Wash hair again to make sure it's clean.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Condition hair with grapefruit mint conditioner enhanced.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Wash face with crushed apricot facial scrub for 10 minutes until red... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Wash entire rest of body with ginger nut and jaffa cake body wash. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Rinse conditioner off hair. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Shave armpits and legs. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Turn off shower.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Squeegee off all wet surfaces in shower. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Spray mold spots with Tile cleaner. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Get out of shower. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Dry with towel the size of a small country. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Wrap hair in super absorbent towel. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Return to bedroom wearing long dressing gown and towel on head. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; If you see partner along the way, cover up any exposed are&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;h1&gt;A Shower for a Man&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/h1&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Take off clothes while sitting on the edge of the bed and leave them in a pile.&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Walk naked to the bathroom. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; If you see partner along the way, shake willy at her making the 'woo-woo' sound. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Look at your manly physique in the mirror. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Admire the size of your willy and scratch your bum.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Get in the shower. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Wash your face. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Wash your armpits. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Blow your nose in your hands and let the water rinse them off. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Fart and laugh at how loud it sounds in the shower. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Spend majority of time washing privates and surrounding area. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Wash your bum, leaving those coarse bum hairs stuck on the soap.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Wash your hair. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Make a Shampoo Mohawk&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Wee. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Rinse off and get out of shower. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Partially dry off. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Fail to notice water on floor from curtain was hanging out of bath the whole time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Admire willy size in mirror again. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Leave shower curtain open, wet mat on floor, light and fan on. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Return to bedroom with towel around waist. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; If you pass partner, pull off towel, shake willy and make 'woo-woo' sound again.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Throw wet towel on bed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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Laughter is cheap medicine. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/feeds/5939057333033202591/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2015/07/showering-with-friend-no-longer.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/5939057333033202591" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/5939057333033202591" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2015/07/showering-with-friend-no-longer.html" rel="alternate" title="Showering with a friend no is longer fashionable– here’s why!" type="text/html"/><author><name>Gordon Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11490110300662592903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYE3QkPaJSkXg6aBhW8cFjBGjuMvCIU6sB-YUqFFMR6G_fqM4LrB04qV5g9_pHi09PDvBojNAcQmAI5zbxAbYT-4zKpKuPwdoqDLF36SnGw3P8oI_WwIsHF-u6Ga-3rA/s88/Gordon+Wood.JPG" width="25"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140588945268426242.post-3610281424365207081</id><published>2015-07-13T10:30:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2015-07-13T10:30:17.472+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Clever"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Collections of Ralph Eastman"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Places to be"/><title type="text">Greek Bailout Explained</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;It is a slow day in a little Greek Village. The rain is beating and the streets deserted.  &lt;p&gt;Times are tough, everybody is in debt, and everybody lives on credit. This day a rich German tourist is driving through the village, stops at the local hotel and lays a €100 note on the desk, telling the hotel owner he wants to inspect the rooms upstairs in order to pick one to spend the night. &lt;p&gt;The owner gives him some keys and, as soon as the visitor has walked upstairs, the hotelier grabs the €100 note and runs next door to pay his debt to the butcher. &lt;p&gt;The butcher takes the €100 note and runs down the street to repay his debt to the pig farmer. The pig farmer takes the €100 note and heads off to pay his bill at the supplier of feed and fuel. &lt;p&gt;The guy at the Co-op takes the €100 and runs to pay his drinks bill at the tavern. &lt;p&gt;The publican slips the money along to the local prostitute drinking at the bar, who has also been facing hard times and has had to offer him "services" on credit. &lt;p&gt;The hooker then rushes to the hotel and pays off her room bill to the hotel owner. &lt;p&gt;The hotel proprietor then places the €100 note back on the counter so the rich traveler will not suspect anything. &lt;p&gt;At that moment the traveler comes down the stairs, picks up the €100 note, states that the rooms are not satisfactory,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; pockets the money, and leaves town. &lt;p&gt;No one produced anything.No one earned anything.However, the whole village is now out of debt and looking to the future with a lot more optimism. &lt;p&gt;And that is how the bailout package works!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;




Laughter is cheap medicine. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/feeds/3610281424365207081/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2015/07/greek-bailout-explained.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/3610281424365207081" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140588945268426242/posts/default/3610281424365207081" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://hfao.blogspot.com/2015/07/greek-bailout-explained.html" rel="alternate" title="Greek Bailout Explained" type="text/html"/><author><name>Gordon Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11490110300662592903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYE3QkPaJSkXg6aBhW8cFjBGjuMvCIU6sB-YUqFFMR6G_fqM4LrB04qV5g9_pHi09PDvBojNAcQmAI5zbxAbYT-4zKpKuPwdoqDLF36SnGw3P8oI_WwIsHF-u6Ga-3rA/s88/Gordon+Wood.JPG" width="25"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140588945268426242.post-1546638577781956067</id><published>2015-07-11T11:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2015-07-11T11:30:57.401+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Collections of Trish Stevens"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Old People"/><title type="text">Nine Important Facts To Remember As We Grow Older</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;#9&amp;nbsp; Death is the number 1 killer in the world. &lt;p&gt;#8&amp;nbsp; Life is sexually transmitted. &lt;p&gt;#7&amp;nbsp; Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die. &lt;p&gt;#6&amp;nbsp; Men have 2 motivations: hunger and hanky-panky, and they can't tell them apart. If you see a gleam in his eyes, make him a sandwich. &lt;p&gt;#5&amp;nbsp; Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day. Teach a person to use the Internet and they won't bother you for weeks, months, maybe years. &lt;p&gt;#4&amp;nbsp; Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in the hospital, dying of nothing. &lt;p&gt;#3&amp;nbsp; All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays no attention to criticism. &lt;p&gt;#2&amp;nbsp; In the 60's, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird, and people take Prozac to make it normal. &lt;p&gt;#1&amp;nbsp; Life is like a jar of jalapeno peppers.&amp;nbsp; What you do today might burn your rear end tomorrow!   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;




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