If you like tennis,
look to the right…

If you like tennis,
look to the left….
If you like tennis,
look to the right…

If you like tennis,
look to the left….
..from David in Thorpe Willoughby (UK)

… from Peter in Ruby Bay (NZ)
The train was quite crowded, so a U.S. Marine walked the entire length looking for a seat, but the only seat left was taken by a well dressed, middle-aged, French woman’s poodle. The war-weary Marine asked, ‘Ma’am, may I have that seat?’
The French woman just sniffed and said to no one in particular ‘Americans are so rude. My little Fifi is using that seat.’
The Marine walked the entire train again, but the only seat left was under that dog. ‘Please, ma’am. May I sit down? I’m very tired.’
She snorted, ‘Not only are you Americans rude, you are also arrogant!’
This time the Marine didn’t say a word; he just picked up the little dog, tossed it out the train window, and sat down.
The woman shrieked, ‘Someone must defend my honour! this American should be put in his place!’
An English gentleman sitting nearby spoke up, ‘Sir, you Americans often seem to have a penchant for doing the wrong thing. You hold the fork in the wrong hand. You drive your autos on the wrong side of the road. And now, sir, you seem to have thrown the wrong bitch out the window.
….a quick bike ride around Edinburgh. Put your clips on and click…
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…from Baz in Dronfield (UK)
A nice, calm and respectable lady went into the pharmacy, walked up to the Pharmacist, looked straight into his eyes, and said, “I would like to buy some Cyanide.”
The pharmacist asked, “Why in the world do you need cyanide?”
The lady replied, “I need it to poison my husband.”
The pharmacist’s eyes got big and he exclaimed, “Lord have mercy! I can’t give you cyanide to kill your husband. That’s against the law ! I’ll lose my license! They’ll throw both of us in jail! All kinds of bad things will happen. Absolutely not! You CANNOT have any cyanide!”
The lady reached into her purse and pulled out a picture of her husband in bed with the pharmacist’s wife.
The pharmacist looked at the picture and replied, “Well now, that’s different. You didn’t tell me you had a prescription.”
… from Big John in North Berwick (UK)
Are you expecting a heart wrenching story about a cat that got run over by a truck? – who lost a leg? – or dragged himself 100 miles after being bitten by a snake?
W R O N G!!!!!!!……….
Meet Lucky


A German guy approaches a lady of the night.
‘I vish to buy sex viz you.’
‘OK,’ says the girl, ‘I’ll charge 20 an hour’
‘..ist goot, but I must varn you, I am a leetle kinky.’
‘No problem,’ she replies cautiously, ‘I can do little kinky.’
So off they go to the girl’s flat, where the German produces four large bedsprings and a duck caller.
‘I vant zat you tie ze springs to each of your hans und knees.’
The girl finds this most odd, but complies, fastening the springs as he had said, to her hands and knees.
‘Now you vill get on your hans und knees.’
She duly does this, balancing precariously on the springs.
‘You vill please to blow zis kwacker as I make love to you.’
She finds it odd, but figures it’s harmless (and the guy is paying). She finds the sex is fantastic, as she is bounced all over the room by the energetic German, all the time honking on the duck caller.
The climax is the most sensational that she has ever experienced and it is several minutes before she has enough breath to say,
‘That was totally amazing, what do you call that position ?’
‘Ah,’ says the German . ‘zat is ze.
Four-sprung Duck technique.
…. from Peter in Ruby Bay (NZ)
I used to eat a lot of natural foods until I learned that most people die of natural causes.
Gardening Rule: When weeding, the best way to make sure you are removing a weed and not a valuable plant is to pull on it. If it comes out of the ground easily, it is a valuable plant.
The easiest way to find something lost around the house is to buy a replacement.
Never take life seriously Nobody gets out alive anyway.
There are two kinds of pedestrians: the quick and the dead.
Life is sexually transmitted.
Health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.
The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth.
Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in hospitals dying of nothing.
Have you noticed since everyone has a camcorder these days no one talks about seeing UFOs like they used to?
Whenever I feel blue, I start breathing again
All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays no attention to criticism.
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.
How is it one careless match can start a forest fire, but it takes a whole box to start a campfire?
Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, ‘I think I’ll squeeze these dangly things here, and drink whatever comes out?’
Who was the first person to say, ‘See that chicken there? I’m gonna eat the next thing that comes outta its butt.’
Why is there a light in the fridge and not in the freezer?
If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a song about him?
If quizzes are quizzical, what are tests?
Do illiterate people get the full effect of Alphabet Soup?
Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog’s face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him on a car ride, he sticks his head out the window?
Why doesn’t glue stick to the inside of the bottle?
… from David in Thorpe Willoughby (UK)

This is a true story, proving how fascinating the mind of a six year old is. They think so logically.
A teacher was reading the story of the Three Little Pigs to her class. She came to the part of the story where first pig was trying to gather the building materials for his home. She read. ‘And so the pig went up to the man with the wheelbarrow full of straw and said: ‘Pardon me sir, but may I have some of that straw to build my house?’
The teacher paused then asked the class: ‘And what do you think the man said?’
One little boy raised his hand and said very matter-of-factly …’I think the man would have said – ‘Well, I’ll be f****d!! A talking pig!’
The teacher had to leave the room