Humour – Page 27 – Boadicea's Chariot

Thought for the day.

First you forget names, then you forget faces. Next you forget to pull your zipper up and finally, you forget to pull it down.

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Well used or worn out?

This morning Scout went off with his little group on his Duke of Edinburgh Bronze award

He had borrowed from school a suitably sized rucksack and bought it home the other night with his usual school bag inside it. It sat on the dining room floor for a couple of days, while the dining room table filled up with all the necessary items: sleeping roll, sleeping bag, saucepan, first aid kit, compass, torch, waterproof socks, and junky food being just part of it. Lots of fun-sized chocolate. You get the picture.

Prompting him to pack it on Thursday night to check it out didn’t bring any results. Then last night he started to pack, which was when he started to discovers its short comings. Continue reading “Well used or worn out?”

I Decided to Paint my Smallest Shed Today.

I was moved to paint my shed today, I know not why, idly surfing the net this morning I was overcome with an irresistible artistic urge to paint my smallest shed.

The smallest shed was acquired back at the end of last year when I was summarily evicted from the then exiting smallest shed (now the second smallest) together with my definitive collection of gasoline powered tools, THAT small shed has become a sort of shrine to the garden gods, odd potions, pots, bags of expensive dirt (sorry-potting soil) and chemicals mingling with the usual collection of hand tools, which inexplicably were allowed to remain.

Yes, that is a small refrigerator on the right, it holds that vital accompaniment to serious gardening , cold beer.
Continue reading “I Decided to Paint my Smallest Shed Today.”

Non PC Joke

They’ve had to cancel the panto Jack & The Beanstalk in Birmingham, Bristol, Oldham, Bradford, Burnley, Leicester, Luton & London because the giant couldn’t smell any Englishmen.

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Shoit happens.

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A New Contest? – Creative uses for Corn Cobs

Well, even the natives looked a little askance at this item in our local paper today.
Corn Cobs

After a strenuous session of Corn Holeing (sp) on a hot spring day, I would say refreshments are certainly called for.

Well, what is it? A caption or two could help, or a creative description of the rules for the contest, in terms designed not to offend the delicate sensibilities of the Charioteers (or as suitable for mixed company, as my mother used to say).

No prizes for this, just the smug satisfaction of knowing what the country folks get up to on a Saturday afternoon.