(Ummm… is that DeputyDawg at 1.47???)
This is quite wonderful!
Somehow I think little Piggly’s brain-cells aren’t quite up to this sort of thing. I’m sure Piss-Piss could do it if she wanted to, though.
Edited to add: Heheheheh… having just received this wee jokey in an email from a pal I just couldn’t resist adding it to the end of my earlier post…
In a hospital, relatives gathered in the waiting room, where their family member lay gravely ill.
Finally, the doctor came in looking tired and sombre.
“I’m afraid I’m the bearer of bad news,’ he said as he surveyed the worried faces. ‘The only hope left for your loved one at this time is a brain transplant. It’s an experimental procedure, and very risky, but it is the only hope. Insurance will cover the cost of the procedure, but you will have to pay for the brain yourselves.”
The family members sat silent as they absorbed the news. After a great length of time, someone asked, “Well, how much does a brain cost?”
The doctor quickly responded, “£5,000 for a male brain, and £200 for a female brain.”
The moment turned awkward. Men in the room tried not to smile, avoiding eye contact with the women, but some just couldn’t help smirking. Eventually one man, unable to control his curiosity, blurted out the question everyone wanted to ask.
“So why does the male brain cost so much more?'”
The doctor smiled at the childish innocence, and turned to explain to the entire group. “It’s just standard pricing procedure. We have to mark down the price of the female brains, because they’ve actually been used.”
Colin has a great new review of the Mountain Laurel TrailStar, here.
After having read it, I decided to attach a new guy to my tent.
*creeps back to sty, embarrassed*
p.s. a prize for anyone who recognises this new guy. angus_honey — this is your moment to win a competition in a backpacking blog! Though Slowman should also be in with a chance. I bet he doesn’t get it, though. Doh… blokes!
Slobbing around in front of the television and watching a documentary about Not the Nine O’Clock News reminded me of this, and Youtube (blessed be its name) had it!
Wow, this is a true blast from the past… all the way back to uni! I even have it on an album…
This has nothing to do with NTNON, but I love it too. Hugh Laurie is le tres sexy, of course, but–sorry admission–I actually really like the tune *g*
I read this elsewhere and thought it sounded pretty scrummy *g*
* 2 cups flour
* 1 stick butter
* 1 cup of water
* 1 tsp baking soda
* 1 cup of sugar
* 1 tsp salt
* 1 cup of brown sugar
* Lemon juice
* 4 large eggs
* 1 bottle wine
* 2 cups of dried fruit
Sample the wine to check quality. Take a large bowl, check the wine again. To be sure it is of the highest quality, pour one level cup and drink. Repeat. Turn on the electric mixer. Beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl. Add one teaspoon of sugar. Beat again. At this point it’s best to make sure the wine is still OK. Try another cup… Just in case. Turn off the mixerer thingy. Break 2 eggs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit.
Pick the frigging fruit up off floor. Mix on the turner.. If the fried druit gets stuck in the beaterers just pry it loose with a drewscriver. Sample the wine to check for tonsisticity. Next, sift two cups of salt. Or something. Check the wine. Now shift the lemon juice and strain your nuts. Add one table. Add a spoon of sugar, or some fink. Whatever you can find. Greash the oven. Turn the cake tin 360 degrees and try not to fall over. Don’t forget to beat off the turner. Finally, throw the bowl through the window. Finish the wine and wipe counter with the cat.