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• #3877
sorry that's a bit of a downer... He's actually doing ok at the moment
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• #3878
I laughed.
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• #3879
^ about the joke part....
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• #3880
You heartless bastard.
:)
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• #3881
Good one!
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• #3882
Anyone making jokes about Oscar Pistorius is just prosthetic!
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• #3883
Interesting article here:
http://www.policymic.com/articles/26706/oscar-pistorius-murder-was-blade-runner-born-to-be-violent
Likewise, renowned sport psychologist Mitch Abrams asserts that the media perpetuates the myth of athletes being more violent because it sells, generating attention and views.
With all the opinions being bandied about, it's good to get a pro's thesis.
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• #3884
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-27242557
I can't get an oeuf of these Nigel Farage/egg jokes!
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• #3885
haha! BALL. Ginger BALL.
Do you not have a prosthetic?
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• #3886
No room
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• #3887
Sat by the bed of my old freind Ian, late stage prostate cancer, so thin he could barely lift his arm, the nurse came to change the bag collecting his bloody urine by the side of the bed, after she leaves he leans over and whispers in my ear "I think she's taking the piss". Hardest I ever laughed at a dying man.
/csb
I think it says a lot for his character if he's so sick and then still can make a black joke. Kudos.
Glad he's doing better now.
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• #3888
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-27242557
I can't get an oeuf of these Nigel Farage/egg jokes!
Don't be egging Farage on.
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• #3889
My neighbour knocked on my door at half past two this morning! Can you believe that? Luckily for him I was still up playing my Bagpipes.
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• #3890
My neighbour knocked on my door at half past two this morning! Can you believe that? Luckily for him I was still up playing my Bagpipes.
Reaped. Stolen.
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• #3891
Reaped. Stolen.
...carbon dated
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• #3892
You think you've got noisey neighbours...?
I can't hear myself drilling some nights! -
• #3893
euph?
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• #3894
recived via email
Subject: Fw: Who was the mysterious Mr. Gorsky?IN CASE YOU DIDN'T ALREADY KNOW THIS LITTLE TIDBIT OF TRIVIA.
ON JULY 20, 1969, AS COMMANDER OF THE APOLLO 11 LUNAR MODULE, NEIL ARMSTRONG
WAS THE FIRST PERSON TO SET FOOT ON THE MOON.
HIS FIRST WORDS AFTER STEPPING ON THE MOON,
"THAT'S ONE SMALL STEP FOR MAN, ONE GIANT LEAP FOR MANKIND,"
WERE TELEVISED TO EARTH AND HEARD BY MILLIONS.
BUT JUST BEFORE HE RE-ENTERED THE LANDER, HE MADE THE ENIGMATIC
REMARK - "GOOD LUCK, MR. GORSKY".
MANY PEOPLE AT NASA THOUGHT IT WAS A CASUAL REMARK CONCERNING SOME RIVAL
SOVIET COSMONAUT.
HOWEVER, UPON CHECKING, THERE WAS NO GORSKY IN EITHER THE RUSSIAN OR AMERICAN SPACE PROGRAMS ..
OVER THE YEARS, MANY PEOPLE QUESTIONED ARMSTRONG AS TO WHAT THE -
'GOOD LUCK, MR. GORSKY' STATEMENT MEANT, BUT ARMSTRONG ALWAYS JUST SMILED.
ON JULY 5, 1995, IN TAMPA BAY , FLORIDA , WHILE ANSWERING QUESTIONS
FOLLOWING A SPEECH, A REPORTER BROUGHT UP THE 26-YEAR-OLD
QUESTION ABOUT Mr. Gorsky TO ARMSTRONG.
THIS TIME HE FINALLY RESPONDED BECAUSE MR. GORSKY HAD DIED, SO NEIL
ARMSTRONG FELT HE COULD NOW ANSWER THE QUESTION.
HERE IS THE ANSWER TO "WHO WAS MR GORSKY":
IN 1938, WHEN HE WAS A KID IN A SMALL MID-WESTERN TOWN , HE WAS PLAYING
BASEBALL WITH A FRIEND IN THE BACKYARD.
HIS FRIEND HIT THE BALL, WHICH LANDED IN HIS NEIGHBOR'S YARD BY THEIR
BEDROOM WINDOW.
HIS NEIGHBORS WERE MR. AND MRS. GORSKY. AS HE LEANED
DOWN TO PICK UP THE BALL, YOUNG ARMSTRONG HEARD MRS. GORSKY SHOUTING AT MR. GORSKY,
"SEX! YOU WANT SEX?! YOU'LL GET SEX WHEN THE KID NEXT DOOR WALKS ON THE MOON!"
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• #3895
That joke celebrates its platinum anniversary next year.
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• #3896
a re then?
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• #3897
re-entry?
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• #3898
stratospheric maaaan
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• #3899
re-entry?
re-wind, selecta
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• #3900
Three friends Dave, Annie and Susan were stuck in the desert.
They'd been wandering for hours, and had run out of water. Fortunately, a market was nearby, three little stalls. Dave ran to the first, begging for water, but the stall man told him sadly that all he had was fruit.
Annie hit up the second, finding a shop that sold nothing but dry cake.
Susan was at the third, begging for water, practically in tears, but the shop keeper only carried custard.
They met up outside the shops and Annie told Dave and Susan, "You know, this is a trifle bazaar."
Sat by the bed of my old freind Ian, late stage prostate cancer, so thin he could barely lift his arm, the nurse came to change the bag collecting his bloody urine by the side of the bed, after she leaves he leans over and whispers in my ear "I think she's taking the piss". Hardest I ever laughed at a dying man.
/csb