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Two men are sitting in a bar. One says to the other, "I think it's

spelled W-H-H-O-O-O-M-B."

The other man replies, "No, wouldn't it be more like

W-H-H-H-O-O-M-M-B-B?"

The waitress is walking by and says, "You guys are both idiots!

It's spelled W-O-M-B, you jerks!" and she storms off.

The one man turns to his friend and says, "How do you like that?

She's heard an elephant fart too!"

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  • I don't suffer from insanity; I enjoy every minute of it
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French terror alert level raised.

Reuters News Agency; Date: 03/19/2004 7:47:17 AM Pacific Standard Time Sent from the Internet

API and UPI report that the French Government announced today that in light of the Madrid bombing, France has raised it's terror alert level from "run" to "hide."

The only two higher levels in France are "surrender" and "collaborate".

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Pet Diaries

EXCERPTS FROM A DOG'S DAILY DIARY

8:00 a.m. Oh, boy! Dog food! My favourite!

9:30 a.m. Oh, boy! A car ride! My favourite!

9:40 a.m. Oh, boy! A walk! My favourite!

10:30 a.m. Oh, boy! Getting rubbed and petted! My favourite!

11:30 a.m. Oh, boy! Dog food! My favourite!

12 Noon Oh, boy! The kids! My favourite!

1:00 p.m. Oh, boy! The yard! My favourite!

4:00 p.m. Oh, boy! To the park! My favourite!

5:00 p.m. Oh, boy! Dog food! My favourite!

5:30 p.m. Oh, boy! The yard! My favourite!

6:00 p.m. Oh, boy! Playing ball! My favourite!

6:30 p.m. Oh, boy! Watching TV with my master! My favourite!

8:30 p.m. Oh, boy! Sleeping in master's bed! My favourite!

EXCERPTS FROM A CAT'S DAILY DIARY

Day 283 of My Captivity: My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre

little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am

forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope

of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional

piece of furniture.

Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant. Today my attempt to kill my

captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost

succeeded; must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to

disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to

vomit on their favourite chair, must try this on their bed.

Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in an attempt

to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into

their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little

cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan.

There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in

solitary confinement throughout the event. However, I could hear the

noise and smell the food. More importantly, I overheard that my

confinement was due to my power of "allergies." Must learn what this is

and how to use it to my advantage.

I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The

dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is

obviously a half-wit. The bird (Sammy??), on the other hand, has got to

be an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports

my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety

is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time.

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Not to sure about that Scootre!

vik

got your scanner yet?

Scanner... ummm... nope I think I missed that one... it flew waaayyyy to high over my head.

What scanner?

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XR6SICKT... Nice joke, I like the one about the pedestrians

old women worth 10 points, 20 if you get the walking frame aswell

and if you get a cop trying to pull you over, it is important not to do so staight away, you have to lead him around a bit first making a few false stops along the way

;)

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Helen Clarke, Prime Minister of New Zulland, is rudely awoken at 4am

by the telephone.

"Hillen, its the hilth munister here. Sorry to bother you at this

hour but there is an emergency! I've just received word thet the Durex

fectory en Auckland has burned to the ground. It is istimated thet

the entire New Zulland supply of condoms will be gone by the ind of the

week."

"Shuuuuuut - the economy wull niver be able to cope with all those

unwanted babies - we'll be ruined!"

"We're going to hef to shup some in from abroad... Britain?..."

"No chence!! The Poms will have a field day on thus one!"

"What about Australia?"

"Maybe - but we don't want them to know thet we are stuck. You call

John Howard - tell hum we need one moollion condoms; ten enches long and

eight enches thuck! That way they'll know how bug the Kiwis really

are!!"

Helen calls John, who agrees to help the Kiwis out in their hour of

need.

Three days later a van arrives in Auckland - full of boxes. A

delighted Helen rushes out to open the boxes. She finds condoms; 10 inches

long; 8 inches thick, all coloured green and gold.

She then notices in small writing on each and every one.........

MADE IN AUSTRALIA - SIZE : MEDIUM

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