Help Wanted

My younger daughter has got religion.  I’m not quite sure how she managed it, being a firmly rational type up until now, but there it is.

The problem is the type of religion she’s ‘got.’  She has joined one of those happy, clappy, give me 10% of your wages and buy the t-shirt, book and other promotional items, evangelical thingies.  I’ve learned that it is orginally an Australian church and there is some speculation about how the ‘pastors, Brian and Bobby Houston managed to build a real-estate empire…

If any of the antipodean charioteers could give me a steer on the matter, I’d be very grateful.  My daughter’s a grown woman and what she does or doesn’t do is up to her, but if these two ‘pastors,’ are at it with her 10%, I’d be grateful for a steer.

Irish Joke

One of my old mates from the Regiment just sent me this…

 

Paddy was working at the fish plant in Cork when he accidentallycut off all 10 of his fingers… He went to the emergency room in Cork ‘s hospital.

The doctor looked at Paddy and said, ‘Lets be avin’ da fingers and I’ll see what oi can do’.

Paddy said, ‘Oi haven’t got da fingers.”Whadda ya mean you haven’t got da fingers?  Lord Tunderin’ Jesus, it’s 2008!  We’s got microsurgery and all kinds of incredible techniques.   I could have put dem back on and made you like new!  Why the fock didn’t ya bring da fingers?!?’

And Paddy said,  Continue reading “Irish Joke”