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The mother told her it was okay and explained what happened 16 years ago. About a week later the second daughter walked into the room in tears. A week later her son walked into the room in tears. You were taking a tinkle and a bullet came out? Want to fight me? Sit on my lap and talk about the first thing that pops up? Show me the twins? Then go for it! Just make sure you email me here! How cold is it? It's so cold I've wheeled the fridge in here, opened the door and am now holding my hands in front of it.

Not as if we didn't know this was coming but its winter - is it too much to ask for some cloud cover to keep a bit of heat in? For a change it doesn't feel like the last update I did was yesterday. Thus is the beauty of getting away for a few days. Staying in two different places so far away from each other made the holiday feel twice as long.

And what a fucking awesome adventure it was Didn't end up departing until around lunchtime on Wednesday and after I dropped the dog off to the parentals it was a kilometre five hour drive south to Albany. Heavy rain for most of it and traffic was light so despite the distance it was quite relaxing.

By the time I arrived it was almost dark so that was pretty much it for day one. The next day started wet and stayed patchy. First place I stumbled across was the wind farm and having never been anywhere near one before was an amazing experience.

Not too sure if it was the howling wind but the noise they make as the blades spin is eerie. Walking up to and underneath I found quite daunting. You're wondering how close you have to get before it takes you head off. Made me think of that 'Contact' movie where the bad guy blows himself up to destroy the spinny thing and it smashes itself to pieces. From there did all the touristy stuff - Whale World, The Gap and also explored the main town which was amazing for one, or should I say many, reasons You've never seen so many of the bastards.

Sure there are no traffic lights whatsoever but everywhere you look - roundabouts. Would love to know how many people crash because I came close to getting taken out a few times and I was there for two days. Got a move on mid-morning Friday to my next destination - Dunsborough All I can say for sure is that it was an almost kilometre trip that involved lots of rain, phenomenal scenery, hitchhiking German backpackers and sat nav with a HAL complex trying to strand me in the delta quadrant.

Stayed sort of close to base and drove around playing with my camera and new lens. Good low stress day. Sunday was probably the highlight of the whole trip.

Weather forecast was for destructive winds and a shit load of -you guessed it- rain so up for a challenge I headed for a town called Augusta via Caves Road which is ALWAYS fun to drive in shitty conditions. Couldn't really get out of the car by the time I arrived because it was so wet but still did some exploring and found some places to revisit in future. Nothing there except very tall trees and err.. One of my most favourite places in the world Anyway I stomped around there for about half an hour before the aforementioned winds started picking up and twigs and small branches started to fall so with that it was time to go before someone finds my body.

The trip back along Caves was a bit scary. Rain -of course- but over just about every crest and around every bend was a fallen branch.

Not cool when you're travelling at speed along a single carriage way. Did manage to hit a few wineries on the way back though. Check out Monday morning was 10am and after doing the mandatory pie from Taz's Bakery I was on my way home.

Probably repeating myself to say it was rainy most of the way back but I made it in one piece a few hours later. Total for six days: You can find various places I came across here or scroll down to see the 'Down South' gallery for some of my better ones.

With that I should probably get on with the update. Once again and I must say sadly reader mail has been chopped due to time constraints but rest assured I'll make up for it next week. My inbox is overflowing with some amazing submissions so make sure you tune in. And with that - check it Morning after Christmas, two brothers are in front of the tree. Paddy said "Me feet are freezing, will you nip upstairs and get my slippers for me?

There he finds Paddy's stunning twin 19 year old daughters sitting on the bed. What's the use of fucking one? The husband replied, "You should've known how stupid I was the minute I asked you to marry me! This is a bricklayer's accident report, which was printed in the newsletter of the Australian equivalent of the Workers' Compensation Board. This is a true story.

Had this guy died, he'd have received a Darwin Award for sure Dear Sir, I am writing in response to your request for additional information. In Block 3 of the accident report form. I put "poor planning" as the cause of my accident. You asked for a fuller explanation and I trust the following details be sufficient. I am a bricklayer by trade.

On the day of the accident, I was working alone on the roof of a new six-story building. When I completed my work, I found that I had some bricks left over which, when weighed later were found to be slightly in excess of lbs. Rather than carry the bricks down by hand, I decided to lower them in a barrel by using a pulley, which was attached to the side of the building on the sixth floor. Securing the rope at ground I went up to the roof, swung the barrel out and loaded the bricks into it.

Then I went down and untied the rope, holding it tightly to ensure a slow descent of the bricks. You will note in Block 11 of the accident report form that I weigh lbs. Due to my surprise at being jerked off the ground so suddenly, I lost my presence of mind and forgot to let go of the rope. Needless to say, I proceeded at a rapid rate up the side of the building. In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel, which was now proceeding downward at an equally impressive speed.

This explained the fractured skull, minor abrasions and the broken collar bone, as listed in section 3 of the accident report form. Slowed only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping until the fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley. Fortunately by this time I had regained my presence of mind and was able to hold tightly to the rope, in spite of beginning to experience pain.

At approximately the same time, however, the barrel of bricks hit the ground and the bottom fell out of the barrel. Now devoid of the weight of the bricks that barrel weighed approximately 50 lbs I refer you again to my weight.

As you can imagine, I began a rapid descent, down the side of the building. In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel coming up. This accounts for the two fractured ankles, broken tooth and several lacerations of my legs and lower body.

Here my luck began to change slightly. The encounter with the barrel seemed to slow me enough to lessen my injuries when I fell into the pile of bricks and fortunately only three vertebrae were cracked.

I am sorry to report, however, as I lay there on the pile of bricks, in pain unable to move, I again lost my composure and presence of mind and let go of the rope and I lay there watching the empty barrel begin its journey back down onto me. This explains the two broken legs.

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Women who have a positive attitude towards sex tend to be less achievement oriented. The percentage is much lower for black girls. Women who lost their virginity before their 18th birthday are likely to be twice as sexually active as women who don't.

Atheists, non-Christians and Jews tend to be more sexually active than practicing Christians. Latino women have sex more often than either Blacks or Whites, who get down at roughly the same rate.

White women, especially those with a college degree, are the most receptive to anal sex. So, you know what this means?

A young nun at a convent had one too many sexual indiscretions, and turned up pregnant. Scared, she told no one of this, and was thankful that the order she belonged to wore loose, floor-length habits that would keep her secret safe, possibly right up until the birth. And so it did, and upon the evening when the contractions started, she rushed down into the basement, hoping that no one would hear either her own moaning, or the cries of the newborn child.

After the birth, panic set in; she didn't know WHAT she should do with the baby. If she were found with the child, she would be thrown out of the order, with no place for food or shelter. Knowing that the Mother Superior was a wise woman, and also having no other options, she placed the baby in a basket, and quietly crept into the sleeping Mother's room in the pre-dawn hours.

She left the baby, and silently exited the sleeping chambers. At sunrise, the Mother Superior awakened, and heard the baby as it was just waking from a nap. She quickly looked over the side of her bed, at the child in the basket, fell back in her bed with a sorrowful look, and dejectedly sighed, "Oh, God! You can't even trust your own finger any more! Dearest Redneck Son, I'm writing this slow because I know you can't read fast.

We don't live where we did when you left home. Your dad read in the newspaper that most accidents happen within 20 miles of your home, so we moved.

I won't be able to send you the address because the last West Virginia family that lived here took the house numbers when they moved so they wouldn't have to change their address. This place is really nice. It even has a washing machine. I'm not sure about it. I put a load of clothes in and pulled the chain. We haven't seen them since. The weather isn't bad here.

It only rained twice last week; the first time for three days, and the second time for four days. About that coat you wanted me to send; your Uncle Billy Bob said it would be too heavy to send in the mail with the buttons on, so we cut them off and put them in the pockets.

Bubba locked his keys in the car yesterday. We were really worried because it took him two hours to get me and your father out. Your sister had a baby this morning; but I haven't found out what it is yet, so I don't know if you are an aunt or uncle. Uncle Bobby Ray fell into a whiskey vat last week. Some men tried to pull him out, but he fought them off and drowned. We had him cremated; he burned for three days.

Three of your friends went off a bridge in a pickup truck. He rolled down the window and swam to safety. Your other two friends were in the back. They drowned because they couldn't get the tailgate down.

There isn't much more news at this time. Nothing much out of the normal has happened. A cocky US Department of Agriculture inspector drove up in a fancy white truck and told the farmer "I need to inspect your farm. The farmer reluctantly but confidently said, "OK, but don't go in that field right over yonder. This card means I am allowed to go wherever I wish on any agricultural land.

No questions asked, and no questions answered. Have I made myself clear? Some half an hour later, the farmer heard loud screams for help and looked up to see the inspector running for the fence pursued by his prize bull, which was gaining with every step.

The farmer immediately put down his feed buckets, ran to the fence and shouted out, "Your card! Show him your card! A man is dining in a fancy restaurant and there is a gorgeous redhead sitting at the next table. He has been checking her out since he sat down, but lacks the nerve to talk with her. Suddenly she sneezes, and her glass eye comes flying out of its socket towards the man. He reflexively reaches out, grabs it out of the air, and hands it back.

They enjoy a wonderful dinner together, and afterwards they go to the theatre followed by drinks. They talk, they laugh, she shares her deepest dreams and he shares his. After paying for everything, she asks him if he would like to come to her place for a nightcap and stay for breakfast. They have a wonderful, wonderful time. The next morning, she cooks a gourmet meal with all the trimmings. The guy is amazed!

Everything had been SO incredible! Are you this nice to every guy you meet? Two for the price of none. I'm too good to you guys. A man goes to the Ritz Carlton in Paris with his girlfriend.

After due study of the wine list, he orders a bottle of the Mouton. The waiter returns with the wine and pours a small amount into the glass for tasting. The customer picks up the glass sniffs the wine and puts it down on the table with a thud. Finally, someone asks the man how he knows the wine is not Mouton. The man replies my name Baron Philippe de Rothschild and I make the wine.

At this point, the waiter steps forward and admits he poured Clerc Milon He says, "I could not bear to part with our last bottle of Mouton.

You know Clerc Milon, it is in the same village as Mouton, you harvest the grapes at the same time, you crush the same way, you put the wine in similar barrels, you bottle at the same time, and they are the same except for a small matter of geographic location.

The Baron beckons the waiter forward and whispers to him Put one finger in one opening and another finger in the other, then smell both fingers, you will then understand what a small distance in geographic location makes. After escaping from her overly controlling campaign manager for the evening, Hillary Clinton sneaked off to visit a fortune teller of some local repute.

In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball, the mystic delivered grave news. Prepare yourself to be a widow. Your husband will die a violent and horrible death this year. Then the soothsayer looked up and locked eyes with Hillary, who was visibly shaken at this news. Hillary stared back at the woman's lined face, then at the single flickering candle, then down at her shaking hands.

She took a few deep breaths to compose herself. She simply had to know. She looked back, deep into the fortune tellers gaze, steadied her voice, and asked her the big question: Well dudes that brings us to the end of the update. Number 25 for the year Lock it in, Eddie. Until next time be good, stay off the chems How you all are? Because as you read this I'm taking a much needed break in the south west. The last couple of months have been far too occupied — if I'm not working then its something around the house Just never ends so I'm taking some 'me' time.

Even better will be having a Wednesday and Thursday night not strapped to computer. Admittedly that sounds kind of gay but when you don't get them —ever- it becomes something you look forward to This is actually the trip I've wanted to take all year although didn't want to go during the warmer months and obviously try to avoid school holidays and long weekends so traffic and annoyances [ie.

Beyond that there always seems to be someone's 'mandatory attendance' birthday or whatever and before you know it half the year is gone and the bitterness has become all consuming Anyway the plan is to leave tomorrow [or yesterday depending where you sit Haven't been there since grade six school camp many, many moons ago.

Can't really remember much of it but I'm guessing the place has changed and besides exceptionally cold weather I don't know what to expect. With a population of 35, its hardly the great unknown but lets hope Albany is not a big bogan shit hole [like Bunbury].

Will be there until Friday before heading kms west to Dunsborough and home by Sunday or Monday depending on how panicked I get being away from civilisation for that long. This is one of those times owning a big car is bitter sweet. As it is now a full tank lasts me three weeks [you gotta love working from home!

I reckon I'll hose at least three tanks for the round trip plus sightseeing. The bend over and touch your toes fuel prices are going to sting however. Metro prices are currently at record levels and I shudder to think what they'll be down there. I'll cut right to my activities and goings on because that's what I do Saturday was a write-off before it even started and was once again consumed by computer issues.

After installing a program [that I knew better than to install The result was extremely frustrating. Every website I went to was over run by pop-up's and redirects. Try and close the windows It took eight long hours of Googling and scanning and digging and use of the phrase "you little cunt" before everything was back to normal and even now I'm not entirely sure it is. Call it spyware anxiety. You're a fucking god at what you do. That thing was just about impossible to remove and had me on the borderline of reformatting my entire machine.

Started Sunday bright and early by cleaning the car for the trip ahead. Yes I'm driving into shitty weather and probably some muddy roads but making sure the car is spotless before a road trip is a long held tradition. Same with the house. You cant go away with a dirty house because there's nothing worse than coming home to a pigsty.

Help me out here — am I an obsessive compulsive retard or do you guys do the same? From there I had to get out of the house so took dog around to do family visits on account of the fact she was driving me fucking insane. Typical female you may say Alright I say we get on with things.

If you agree press '1' now. This weeks update is slightly different to usual. Some [of the more time consuming] shit got chopped but I've tried to make it up elsewhere. Local African American leaders, in opposition to pending white flight and possible erosion of a viable tax base, boycotted all Caucasian owned businesses in the Shelby County area this weekend as a demonstration of their economic impact on the community.

Where did you get it from? His eyes fluttered open and he said, "You're beautiful. His wife had never heard him say that before, so she stayed by his side. A few minutes later his eyes fluttered open and he said, "You're cute.

When you notice this, try to show some understanding. Although she knows how hungry I am, she almost always says she has to rest for half an hour or so before she starts dinner. I don't yell at her. Instead, I tell her to take her time and just wake me when she gets dinner on the table. I generally have lunch in the Men's Grill at the country club, so eating out again at night is not reasonable.

I'm ready for some home-cooking when I hit that door. She used to do the dishes as soon as we finished eating, but now it's not unusual for them to sit on the table for several hours after dinner.

I do what I can by diplomatically reminding her several times each evening that the dishes won't clean themselves. I know she really appreciates this, as it does seem to motivate her to get them done before she goes to bed. Another symptom of aging is complaining.

For example, she will say that it is difficult for her to find time to pay the monthly bills during her lunch hour. But, boys, we take 'em for better or worse, so I just smile and offer encouragement. I tell her to stretch it out over two or even three days.

That way she won't have to rush so much. I like to think that this is one of my strong points. When doing simple jobs, she seems to think she needs more rest periods.

I try not to make a scene. I'm a fair man. I tell her to fix herself a nice, big, cold glass of freshly squeezed lemonade and just sit for a while. And, as long as she is making one for herself, she may as well make one for me, too.

I know that I probably look like a saint in the way I support Bev, and I'm not saying that showing this much consideration is easy.

Nobody knows better than I do how frustrated women get as they get older, but, guys, even if you just use a little more tact and less criticism of your aging wife because of this letter, I will consider that writing it was well worthwhile.

He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, "My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night? The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, and even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound. A sound unlike anything he's ever heard before. The Sirens that nearly seduced Odysseus into crashing his ship comes to his mind. He doesn't sleep that night. He tosses and turns trying to figure out what could possibly be making such a seductive sound.

The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, "We can't tell you. You're not a monk. Years later, after never being able to forget that sound, the man goes back to the monastery and pleads for the answer again. The man says, "If the only way I can find out what is making that beautiful sound is to become a monk, then please, make me a monk.

The monks reply, "You must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of grains of sand.

When you find these answers, you will have become a monk. After years of searching he returns as a gray-haired old man and knocks on the door of the monastery. He is taken before a gathering of all the monks. By design, the world is in a state of perpetual change. Only God knows what you ask. All a man can know is himself, and only then if he is honest and reflective and willing to strip away self deception.

The monks reply, "Congratulations. You have become a monk. We shall now show you the way to the mystery of the sacred sound. The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, "The sound is beyond that door. The monks give him the key, and he opens the door. Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man is given the key to the stone door and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby.

And so it went that he needed keys to doors of emerald, pearl and diamond. Finally, they come to a door made of solid gold.

The sound has become very clear and definite. The monks say, "This is the last key to the last door. With trembling hands, he unlocks the door, turns the knob, and slowly pushes the door open. Falling to his knees, he is utterly amazed to discover the source of that haunting and seductive sound A man is driving along a highway and sees a rabbit jump out across the middle of the road.

He swerves to avoid hitting it, but unfortunately the rabbit jumps right in front of the car. The driver, a sensitive man as well as an animal lover, pulls over and gets out to see what has become of the rabbit.

Much to his dismay, the rabbit is dead. The driver feels so awful that he begins to cry. A beautiful blonde woman driving down the highway sees a man crying on the side of the road and pulls over.

She steps out of her car and asks the man what's wrong. She walks over to the limp, dead rabbit, bends down, and sprays the contents onto the rabbit. The rabbit jumps up, waves its paw at the two of them and hops off down the road. Ten feet away the rabbit stops, turns around and waves again, he hops down the road another 10 feet, turns and waves, hops another ten feet, turns and waves, and repeats this again and again and again, until he hops out of sight.

He runs over to the woman and demands, "What is in that can? What did you spray on that rabbit? It says, "Hair Spray - Restores life to dead hair, and adds permanent wave. I just finished cleaning. My mother taught me about ENVY. My mother taught me ESP. Do you think you were born in a barn? When George Burns was 97 years old he was interviewed by Oprah Winfrey.

Burns, how do you carry so much energy with you? George said, "The second time is even better than the first time. She said, "Oh Mr.

George said that the third time would be even better. I was a very happy man. My wonderful girlfriend and I had been dating for over a year, and so we decided to get married.

There was only one little thing bothering me It was her beautiful younger sister. My prospective sister-in-law was twenty-two, wore very tight miniskirts, and generally was bra-less. She would regularly bend down when she was near me, and I always got more than a nice view. It had to be deliberate. Because she never did it when she was near anyone else. One day her "little" sister called and asked me to come over to check the wedding invitations. She was alone when I arrived, and she whispered to me that she had feelings and desires for me that she couldn't overcome.

She told me that she wanted me just once before I got married and committed my life to her sister. She said, "I'm going upstairs to my bedroom, and if you want one last wild fling, just come up and get me. I was stunned and frozen in shock as I watched her go up the stairs. I stood there for a moment, then turned and made a beeline straight to the front door.

I opened the door, and headed straight towards my car. With tears in his eyes, my father-in-law hugged me and said, "We are very happy that you have passed our little test. We couldn't ask for a better man for our daughter.

Welcome to the family. A Russian woman married a Canadian gentleman and they lived happily ever after in Toronto. However, the poor lady was not very proficient in English, but did manage to communicate with her husband. The real problem arose whenever she had to shop for groceries. One day, she went to the butcher and wanted to buy chicken legs. She didn't know how to put forward her request, and in desperation, clucked like a chicken and lifted up her skirt to show her thighs.

Her butcher got the message, and gave her the chicken legs. Next day she needed to get chicken breasts, again she didn't know how to say it, and so she clucked like a chicken and unbuttoned her blouse to show the butcher her breasts. The butcher understood again, and gave her some chicken breasts. On the third day, the poor lady needed to buy sausages. Unable to find a way to communicate this, she brought her husband to the store An Amish Farmer, walking through his field, notices a man kneeling down and drinking from his farm pond.

The Amish farmer shouts: Die kuhen haben dahin gesheissen. The kneeling man shouts back "I'm a Muslim, I don't understand you. I speak Arabic and English. If you can't speak in the sacred tongue of Islam, then speak in the accursed English language.

They're really not much use otherwise. Unless I decide to extend my jaunt. Until next time be good, stay off the chems and keep left or expect me to tailgate you. The start of another month which means I get to start with: Seriously though this year has flown by fast enough to make a speed junkie dizzy. Especially the last few weeks. I haven't had a spare. Soooo who you voting for? I've been following the Obama versus Clinton contest for what seems like forever and have loved every minute of it.

The primary battles have been fascinating and now that there is finally a presumptive Democratic nominee I can't wait to see how it all plays out. At the risk of copping the inevitable "you don't know what you're talking about so shut up" emails I happily admit that I'm an Obama fan.

His speeches and ideas have been inspiring and leave me thinking that this guy may actually fix a few of the worlds problems. That said, Hillary Clinton definitely has [had?

I don't actually mind her but for a woman so confident and sure of her ability I can't help feeling she only ever stayed with Bill after the Monica Lewinsky scandal because she wanted to be President and knew she couldn't do it without him.

The next five months will no doubt be even more interesting than what we've seen thus far as Obama and McCain battle it out. I love the fact it could go either way and it's probably safe to say the best is yet to come. And if Obama doesn't nail the Presidency then maybe he can come down under and run for something here. There's no doubt he would be out of this world better than the pecker-heads we have running shit at the moment Okay moving on to me, my life and Why blog about the weekend?

Because for the rest of the week I'm strapped to this fucking computer, tapping away at this grotty keyboard making these updates happen. The weekend was another long one and by my count the seventh public holiday for the year - Foundation Day which commemorates the foundation of what would eventually become Perth something years ago.

I hope now you can all sleep better tonight knowing that Saturday was the most awesome Saturday in the history of Saturdays and awesomeness for the sole reason we got pounded by a huge storm.

Like oh I don't know about a kabillion other people I love storms but it's rare for one to come through like that during the day. Rain bucketed down, thunder boomed, lightning flashed, half my street flooded and when it was finally all over it started again. After seeing ad's plastered everywhere for end of financial year sales it occurred to me that now would be a good time to do replace my bed so I did some running around to check them out. Before long I was descended upon by sales staff and about 20 minutes later I was done.

What did I get? I'll suffer it out until I no longer can. The rest of the weekend was pretty much spent close to home. It was time to get stuck into some of the plethora of odd jobs that needed doing. You know the ones So I painted and glued and nailed and screwed until I'd made a huge dent in my list. It didn't end there. God knows where the motivation came from but I managed to wash the car and spend several hours doing -what else- gardening as well. All up an extremely productive weekend.

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On the last night of his vacation, the two of them went to dinner and had a serious talk about how they would continue their relationship.

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Nobody can believe that any baby can weigh in at 25 pounds, but the Queenslander just shrugs, "That's about average in Queensland, fellas Congratulations showered him from all around, and many exclamations of "WOW!

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