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.... You know that thing you did with the loaves and fishes ....
In a dramatic turnaround, the Chief of the IMF, Serge Pants has agreed to call for divine intervention in the Greek debt crisis. Scott Free, the Pig’s Arms Boozecasting (PABC) correspondent in the Haig chocolate shop in the Strand Arcade reported this afternoon that the IMF has decided to opt for a three-pronged solution:
- Throw the foreign exchange and future derivative traders out
with the tamponof the temple. - Turn the other cheque.
- Feed the 15 million while cheeseburgers are only a buck each at Maccas.
Sauces close to the barbecue were feeling the heat and they said it would take a miracle to get out of this mess but something had to be done souvlaki or later.
** Fundamentalists, please don’t crack a fatwah over this, it’s just a joke, OK ?
Window Dresser's Arms, Pig & Whistle 
Loved, “Turn the other cheque”.
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That’s not the Messiah, that’s a Greek in all them halos and toga cloths!
Good one Mmms!
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This is the best explanation I’ve seen of the Greek debt crisis solution thingy. I have as much understanding of it as after any other article I’ve read, but I feel better.
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Thanks, Voice. Quite a lot of research went into this during morning tea 🙂
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That’s Haigh’s you Sydney philistine! It’s an Adelaide institution.
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I remember seeing some sort of sex education film in George Street around 1957. I think the cinema was next to The Trocadero. I used to go there and try and dance with a girl, at that time a difficult thing to achieve. There were all those migrant boys from the Snowy and suave Italian cane cutters from Queensland to compete with.
Anyway, I sought solace with this sex -education film hoping to get a peek at female genitalia, even a couple of pubic hairs would have sufficed during that lonely period. I was so curious. The film would only be shown to segregated audiences. Girls on even, boys on uneven (of course ‘uneven’) days. Anyway, the Hammond organ rose up majestically and a man with a white suit announced the film would start and for us boys to remain calm.
It was a film full of black and white drawings with lots of arrows towards ovaries and sperms with a cut through and sliced up pair of grotesque inhumane looking testicles. Any way, the total opposite of what I so feverishly hoped to finally view.
People were starting to leave the cinema. One rather boisterous young bloke shouted out….”Anyone cracked a fat yet?” I still smile, Oh those memories!
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Saw that myself. Once a country hall. Couldn’t work out the arrows. The diagrams were were surprisingly inert, Gez, I thought. 🙂
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My youngest son came home from school after a full day of sex education in about year five. He told me that it all went rather well, describing sperm maturing in Sertoli cells in the testis, and oocytes making their way from ovary to uterus every month. “There’s only one thing they didn’t tell us. How does the sperm get from the tip of the penis, into the uterus?” I told him.
“That’s the worst thing I’ve ever heard in my life!”
So much for sex education.
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Very good, Emm, nice play on words. But what if you don’t like cheeseburgers.
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Thanks, Algy. I don’t like cheeseburgers as it turns out. Still sushi for 15 million – wouldn’t want to be on the end of that queue, eh .
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“cracked a fatwah”
I’m ten years old again, wetting myself laughing!
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Glad you liked that, Waz. You can take the boy out of the toilet, but you can’t take toilet humour out of the boy !
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Jesus! James Murdoch shaking hands on it and promising big!
…and a telephone to call home on!
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Ah, there ’tis. Good work young man!
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The Barbecue sauce is definitely not one of God’s better inventions; the little boys wanted a Meat Lovers pizza, it smelled of barbecue sauce…I made myself a cheese sandwich….
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