Ben has been browsing again and came up with this. which he is venturing to post as Dame Barbara is away:
An old but still ruggedly handsome Navy Chief Petty Officer found himself at a gala event hosted by a local liberal arts college. There was no shortage of extremely young, idealistic ladies in attendance, one of whom approached the Chief for conversation.
"Excuse me, Chief, but you seem to be a very serious man. Is something bothering you?"
"No, ma'am. Just serious by nature."
The young lady looked at his awards and decorations and said, "It looks like you have seen a lot of action."
"Yes, ma'am, a lot of action."
The young lady, tiring of trying to start up a conversation, said, "You know, you should lighten up a little. Relax and enjoy yourself."
The Chief just stared at her in his serious manner.
Finally, the young lady said, "You know, I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but when is the last time you've been with a woman?"
"1955, ma'am."
"Well, there you are. You really need to chill out and quit taking everything so seriously, I mean, 1955!"
Feeling charitable and a little bit drunk, she took his hand and led him to a private room where she proceeded to spend some time with him. Afterwards, panting for breath, she leaned against his chest and said, "Wow, you sure didn't forget much since 1955."
The Chief, glancing at his watch, said in his matter-of-fact voice, "I hope not, it's only 2130 now."
Saturday, 30 August 2008
PETTY CASH-IN
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11 comments:
Too bloody right, Grimes!
Sigh a sign of the times.
It is 2008.
I'll never trust a blogger agin.
Very witty anticant, I like it. I came over via the Chasing Sheep Family. Excellent blog, by the way.
Hullaballoo
I come over from the white sox family and have never been the same again.
Excellent blog - is there more to come?
Dear Hullaballoo and Prague Civil Servant, the Burrow is currently in autumnal hibernation but its cast of obstreporous characters may well return fairly soon for the Winter Solstice and more fun and games in the Snug.
Watch this Space.
Be Jezus if this is "Autumnal hibernation" what the fuck is the coming winter going to be?
When Dame Barbara, the Beadle and Mrs Malaprop return from furrin parts, the Snug will get all lit up and I shall keep slim running around with trays of pink gins.
Who the fuck is "Slim"?
Is this another outsider?
Slim, our new houseboy, will make his bow in due course. He may be accompanied by his sister, the Crafty Chambermaid [the one who climbs into beds as well as making them].
The Beadle and Mrs Malaprop look like having their work cut out.
No hokey pokey - or cokey-cokey - in the Burrow.
By Order
You aint seen nothing yet
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