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                <title><![CDATA[Hair removal - A warning. - @ian-price2]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly Rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some of this as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly successful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits. Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit if a treat.<br>I ordered it well in advance and working in the North Sea I considered myself a bit above some of the characters writing the previous reviews and wrote them off as soft office types...Oh my fellow sufferers how wrong I was. I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen. I didnt have long to wait.<br>At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head. Religion hadn't featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any religion to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the the destruction of the meat and two veg. Struggling not to bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel off in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair. Through the haze of tears I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen, by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief. I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, toe the lid off and positioned it under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing returned. Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadnt managed to give the starfish any treatment and I groped around in the draw for something else as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon. I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so. I took a handful of them and an tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse. This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found its way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running its engines behind me.<br>This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain. The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before.<br>Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering ooooohhh that feels good Understandably this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and as I hadnt heard her come in it caused an involuntary spasm of shock in myself which resulted in the sprout being ejected at quite some speed in her direction. I can understand that having a sprout fired against your leg at 11 at night in the kitchen probably wasnt the special surprise she was expecting and having to explain to the kids the next day what the strange hollow in the ice cream was didnt improve my statusso to sum it up, VEET removes hair, dignity and self-respect]]></description>
                <pubDate>Wed, 05 Jun 2013 17:23:07 +0100</pubDate>
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                <title><![CDATA[Eh! - @ian-price2]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[<br><br>The Darwins are out!!!!<br>Yes, it's that magical time of year again when the Darwin Awards are<br>bestowed, honouring the least evolved among us.<br><br><br>Here is the glorious winner:<br><br>1. When his 38 caliber revolver failed to fire at his intended victim during<br>a hold-up in Long Beach , California would-be robber James Elliot did<br>something that can only inspire wonder. He peered down the barrel and tried<br>the trigger again. This time it worked.<br><br>And now, the honorable mentions:<br><br>2. The chef at a hotel in Switzerland lost a finger in a meat cutting<br>machine and after a little shopping around, submitted a claim to his<br>insurance company. The company expecting negligence sent out one of its men<br>to have a look for himself. He tried the machine and he also lost a finger.<br>The chef's claim was approved.<br><br>3. A man who shoveled snow for an hour to clear a space for his car during a<br>blizzard in Chicago returned with his vehicle to find a woman had taken the<br>space. Understandably, he shot her.<br><br>4. After stopping for drinks at an illegal bar, a Zimbabwean bus driver<br>found that the 20 mental patients he was supposed to be transporting from<br>Harare to Bulawayo had escaped. Not wanting to admit his incompetence, the<br>driver went to a nearby bus stop and offered everyone waiting there a free<br>ride. He then delivered the passengers to the mental hospital, telling the<br>staff that the patients were very excitable and prone to bizarre fantasies..<br>The deception wasn't discovered for 3 days.<br><br>5. An American teenager was in the hospital recovering from serious head<br>wounds received from an oncoming train. When asked how he received the<br>injuries, the lad told police that he was simply trying to see how close he<br>could get his head to a moving train before he was hit.<br><br>6. A man walked into a Louisiana Circle-K, put a $20 bill on the counter,<br>and asked for change. When the clerk opened the cash drawer, the man pulled<br>a gun and asked for all the cash in the register, which the clerk promptly<br>provided. The man took the cash from the clerk and fled, leaving the $20<br>bill on the counter. The total amount of cash he got from the drawer... $15.<br>[If someone points a gun at you and gives you money, is a crime committed?]<br><br>7. Seems an Arkansas guy wanted some beer pretty badly.. He decided that<br>he'd just throw a cinder block through a liquor store window, grab some<br>booze, and run. So he lifted the cinder block and heaved it over his head at<br>the window. The cinder block bounced back and hit the would-be thief on the<br>head, knocking him unconscious. The liquor store window was made of<br>Plexiglas. The whole event was caught on videotape.<br><br>8. As a female shopper exited a New York convenience store, a man grabbed<br>her purse and ran. The clerk called 911 immediately, and the woman was able<br>to give them a detailed description of the snatcher.<br>Within minutes, the police apprehended the snatcher. They put him in the car<br>and drove back to the store. The thief was then taken out of the car and<br>told to stand there for a positive ID. To which he replied, "Yes, officer,<br>that's her. That's the lady I stole the purse from."<br><br>9. The Ann Arbor News crime column reported that a man walked into a Burger<br>King in Ypsilanti , Michigan at 5 A.M., flashed a gun, and demanded cash.<br>The clerk turned him down because he said he couldn't open the cash register<br>without a food order. When the man ordered onion rings, the clerk said they<br>weren't available for breakfast. The man, frustrated, walked away. [A 5-STAR<br>STUPIDITY AWARD WINNER]<br><br>10. When a man attempted to siphon gasoline from a motor home parked on a<br>Seattle street, he got much more than he bargained for. Police arrived at<br>the scene to find a very sick man curled up next to a motor home near<br>spilled sewage. A police spokesman said that the man admitted to trying to<br>steal gasoline, but he plugged his siphon hose into the motor home's sewage<br>tank by mistake. The owner of the vehicle declined to press charges saying<br>that it was the best laugh he'd ever had.<br><br>In the interest of bettering mankind, please share these with friends and<br>family....unless of course one of these individuals by chance is a distant<br>relative or long lost friend. In that case, be glad they are distant and<br>hope they remain lost.<br><br>*** Remember.... They walk among us!!!***<br><br><br><br><br>]]></description>
                <pubDate>Wed, 29 May 2013 19:05:56 +0100</pubDate>
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                <title><![CDATA[DUW! - @ian-price2]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[Dai had proposed to Megan and been accepted. "But", added Megan,<br>before we get married I must tell you something dreadful about my past life."<br><br>"No," said Dai, "I won't hear of it. You can tell me after we're married."After they were married and had set off for their honeymoon in Penarth,<br><br>Megan again brought up the subject of her "dreadful secret".<br><br>"No," said Dai, "it can wait. Tell me when we're in bed together, that'll be soon enough."<br>That night as they got into bed Megan declared "Well, Dai, now I really do have to tell you my secret. You see .I'm a virgin."<br><br>Dai didn't say a word but put on his clothes and travelled all the way back to his mother's house.<br><br>"Dai!" said his mother, "what are you doing here, you're supposed to be on your honeymoon."<br><br>"It's no good", said Dai, "I've had to leave Megan; it turns out she's a virgin."<br>"Well, Dai," said his mother, "in that case you were quite right to come home.If she's not good enough for the rest of the village she's not good enough for you."]]></description>
                <pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2012 19:05:08 +0000</pubDate>
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                <title><![CDATA[SAXONS. - @ian-price2]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[Are you an England fan?Feel depressed? Down in the dumps? Then call the R.F.U. helpline on 0800101010 thats 0800 won nothing won nothing won nothing!Oxohave brought out a new flavoured cube wrapped in white foil with The Cross of Saint George on it. It's called a laughing stock cube.TCHA!]]></description>
                <pubDate>Thu, 13 Oct 2011 11:49:19 +0100</pubDate>
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                <title><![CDATA[Drinks all round. - @ian-price2]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[  Only  in The Rhondda      ]]></description>
                <pubDate>Fri, 09 Sep 2011 08:49:39 +0100</pubDate>
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                <title><![CDATA[Angry of Basildon writes: - @ian-price2]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[From Thomas Cook Holidays - listing some of the guest's complaints during the season.1. "I think it should be explained in the brochure that the local store does not sell proper biscuits like custard creams or ginger nuts"<br>2. "It's lazy of the local shopkeepers to close in the afternoons. I often needed to buy things during 'siesta' time - this should be banned<br>3. "On my holiday to Goa in India , I was disgusted to find that almost every restaurant served curry I don't like spicy food at all."<br>4. "We booked an excursion to a water park but no-one told us we had to bring our swimming costumes and towels."<br>5. A tourist at a top African game lodge over looking a water hole, who spotted a visibly aroused elephant, complained that the sight of this rampant beast ruined his honeymoon by making him feel "inadequate".<br>6. A woman threatened to call police after claiming that she'd been locked in by staff. When in fact, she had mistaken the "do not disturb" sign on the back of the door as a warning to remain in the room.<br>7. "The beach was too sandy."<br>8. "We found the sand was not like the sand in the brochure. Your brochure shows the sand as yellow but it was white."<br>9. A guest at a Novotel in Australia complained his soup was too thick and strong. He was inadvertently slurping the gravy at the time.<br>10. "Topless sunbathing on the beach should be banned. The holiday was ruined as my husband spent all day looking at other women."<br>11. "We bought' Ray-Ban' sunglasses for five Euros (3.50) from a street trader, only to find out they were fake."<br>12. "No-one told us there would be fish in the sea. The children were startled."<br>13. "There was no egg slicer in the apartment..."<br>14. "We went on holiday to Spain and had a problem with the taxi drivers as they were all Spanish..."<br>15. "The roads were uneven.."<br>16. "It took us nine hours to fly home from Jamaica to England it only took the Americans three hours to get home."<br>17. "I compared the size of our one-bedroom apartment to our friends' three-bedroom apartment and ours was significantly smaller."<br>18. "The brochure stated: 'No hairdressers at the accommodation'. We're trainee hairdressers - will we be OK staying here?"<br>19. "There are too many Spanish people. The receptionist speaks Spanish. The food is Spanish. Too many foreigners."<br>20. "We had to queue outside with no air conditioning."<br>21. "It is your duty as a tour operator to advise us of noisy or unruly guests before we travel."<br>22. "I was bitten by a mosquito - no-one said they could bite."<br>23. "My fianc and I booked a twin-bedded room but we were placed in a double-bedded room. We now hold you responsible for the fact that I find myself pregnant. This would not have happened if you had put us in the room that we booked."<br><br>(They walk amongst us and they Vote!!! )]]></description>
                <pubDate>Wed, 08 Jun 2011 17:44:19 +0100</pubDate>
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                <title><![CDATA[THE END IS NOT NIGH. - @ian-price2]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[I HAVE IT ON THE HIGHEST AUTHORITY ( COMMON SENSE ) THAT THE WORLD WILL NOT END TONIGHT AT 18:41. I have calculated this precise time by mystical means that are far too arcane to reveal here. In fact I shall be acquiring a super injunction to ensure that no one knows, outside of FB, that I know that the world will not end tonight.]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[Film 'zombie' reported to Dyfed-Powys Police, FoI shows - @ian-price2]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[If you want to know how many reports of UFOs, zombies and ghosts one Welsh police force has had in recent years, thank the Freedom of Information Act.Dyfed-Powys Police is putting on its website the requests it receives under the Act, and the responses it gives.It reveals 14 recorded UFO sightings in the past five years, along with 26 reports of ghosts, 11 witches - and two of zombies and vampires respectively.But one zombie report turned out to be in a horror film being shot in Pembrey.]]></description>
                <pubDate>Tue, 26 Apr 2011 18:29:00 +0100</pubDate>
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                <title><![CDATA[G'day mate. - @ian-price2]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[A bloke's wife goes missing while diving off the West Australian coast.<br>He reports the event, searches fruitlessly and spends a terrible night wondering what could have happened to her. <br>Next morning there is a knock at the door and he is confronted by a couple of police officers, the old Sarge and a younger Constable... <br>The Sarge says, 'Mate, we have some news for you, unfortunately some really bad news, but, some good news, and maybe some more good news'.<br>'Well,' says the bloke, 'I guess I'd better have the bad news first?' <br>The Sarge says, 'I'm really sorry mate, but your wife is dead. Young Bill here found her lying at about five fathoms in a little cleft in the reef. He got a line around her and we pulled her up, but she was dead.' <br>The bloke is naturally pretty distressed to hear of this and has a bit of a turn. However, after a few minutes he pulls himself together and asks what the good news is. <br>The Sarge says, 'Well when we got your wife up there were quite a few really good sized crays and a swag of nice crabs attached to her, so we've brought you your share.' <br>He hands the bloke a sugar bag with a couple of nice crays and four or five crabs in it.<br>'Geez thanks. They're bloody beauties. I guess it is an ill wind and all that... So what's the other possible good news?' <br>'Well', the Sarge says, 'if you fancy a quick trip, me and young Bill here get off duty at around 11 o'clock and we're gonna shoot over there and pull her up again!']]></description>
                <pubDate>Fri, 22 Apr 2011 09:31:11 +0100</pubDate>
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                <title><![CDATA[Beware the Taffess - @ian-price2]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[THE DIFFERENCE IF YOU MARRY A WELSH GIRLThree friends married women from different parts of the world.....The first man married a Greek girl. He told her that she was to do<br>the dishes and house cleaning. It took a couple of days, but on the<br>third day, he came home to see a clean house and dishes washed and put away.The second man married a Thai. He gave his wife orders that she was to do all the cleaning, dishes and the cooking. The first day he didn't see any results, but the next day he saw it was better. By the third day, he saw his house was clean, the dishes were done, and there was a huge dinner on the table.The third man married a girl from Wales. He ordered her to keep the house cleaned, dishes washed, lawn mowed, laundry washed, and hotmeals on the table for every meal. He said the first day he didn't see anything, the second day he didn't see anything either but by the third day, some of the swelling had gone down and he could see a little out of his left eye and his arm was healed enough that he could fix himself a sandwich and load the dishwasher. He still has some difficulty when he pees.]]></description>
                <pubDate>Sat, 16 Apr 2011 11:30:39 +0100</pubDate>
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                <title><![CDATA[JUST FANCY THAT!!!!! - @ian-price2]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[.You couldn't write fiction using these stories --- people wouldn't believe it was possible!!!!It's time again for the annual 'Stella Awards'! For those unfamiliar with these awards, they are named after 81-year-old Stella Liebeck who spilled hot coffee on herself and successfully sued the McDonald's in New Mexico , where she purchased coffee. You remember, she took the lid off the coffee and put it between her knees while she was driving. Who would ever think one could get burned doing that, right? That's right; these are awards for the most outlandish lawsuits and verdicts in the U.S. You know, the kinds of cases that make you scratch your head. So keep your head scratcher handy.<br>Here are the Stellas for this past year -- 2010:<br><br>* SEVENTH PLACE *<br>Kathleen Robertson of Austin, Texas was awarded $80,000 by a jury of her peers after breaking her ankle tripping over a toddler who was running inside a furniture store. The store owners were understandably surprised by the verdict, considering the running toddler was her own son.<br>Start scratching!<br><br>* SIXTH PLACE *<br>Carl Truman, 19, of Los Angeles, California won $74,000 plus medical expenses when his neighbor ran over his hand with a Honda Accord. Truman apparently didn't notice there was someone at the wheel of the car when he was trying to steal his neighbor's hubcaps.<br>Scratch some more...<br><br>* FIFTH PLACE *<br>Terrence Dickson of Bristol, Pennsylvania, who was leaving a house he had just burglarized by way of the garage. Unfortunately for Dickson, the automatic garage door opener malfunctioned and he could not get the garage door to open. Worse, he couldn't re-enter the house because the door connecting the garage to the house locked when Dickson pulled it shut. Forced to sit for eight, count 'em, EIGHT days<br>and survive on a case of Pepsi and a large bag of dry dog food, he sued the homeowner's insurance company claiming undue mental Anguish. Amazingly, the jury said the insurance company must pay Dickson $500,000 for his anguish. We should all have this kind of anguish.Keep scratching. There are more...<br>Double hand scratching after this one<br>* FOURTH PLACE *<br>Jerry Williams, of Little Rock, Arkansas, garnered 4th Place in the Stella's when he was awarded $14,500 plus medical expenses after being bitten on the butt by his next door neighbor's beagle - even though the beagle was on a chain in its owner's fenced yard. Williams did not get as much as he asked for because the jury believed the beagle might have been provoked at the time of the butt bite because Williams had climbed over the fence into the yard and repeatedly shot the dog with a pellet gun.<br>Pick a new spot to scratch, you're getting a bald spot<br>* THIRD PLACE *<br>Amber Carson of Lancaster , Pennsylvania because a jury ordered a Philadelphia restaurant to pay her $113,500 after she slipped on a spilled soft drink and broke her tailbone. The reason the soft drink was on the floor: Ms. Carson had thrown it at her boyfriend 30 seconds earlier during an argument. What ever happened to people being responsible for their own actions?<br>Only two more so ease up on the scratching...<br><br>*SECOND PLACE*<br>Kara Walton of Claymont, Delaware sued the owner of a night club in a nearby city because she fell from the bathroom window to the floor, knocking out her two front teeth. Even though Ms. Walton was trying to sneak through the ladies room window to avoid paying the $3.50 cover charge, the jury said the night club had to pay her $12,000....oh, yeah, plus dental expenses. Go figure.<br>Ok. Here we go!!<br><br>* FIRST PLACE *<br>This year's runaway First Place Stella Award winner was: Mrs. Merv Grazinski, of Oklahoma City , Oklahoma , who purchased new 32-foot Winnebago motor home. On her first trip home, from an OU football game, having driven on to the freeway, she set the cruise control at 70 mph and calmly left the driver's seat to go to the back of the<br>Winnebago to make herself a sandwich. Not surprisingly, the motor home left the freeway, crashed and overturned. Also not surprisingly, Mrs. Grazinski sued Winnebago for not putting in the owner's manual that she couldn't actually leave the driver's seat while the cruise control was set. The Oklahoma jury awarded her, are you sitting down? $1,750,000 PLUS a new motor home. Winnebago actually changed their manuals as a result of this suit, just in case Mrs. Grazinski has any relatives who might also buy a motor home.<br>If you think the court system is out of control, be sure to pass this one on.]]></description>
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                <description><![CDATA[Average Mother's Day gift selection time rises to 3.5 seconds01-04-11THOUGHTFULNESS is on the increase across the UK with some people taking almost four seconds to choose a Mother's Day present, it has emerged.The Institute for Studies found the average time spent selecting a gift for the annual obligatory display of affection increased by just under one third of a second.<br><br>Professor Henry Brubaker said: "People are no longer just reaching for the first chocolate product or flowers that costs approximately a fiver. They are momentarily deliberating between products before thinking, 'yeah, that'll do'.<br><br>"At least we hope that's the case. Possibly it's just because they've rearranged garages so that the generic flowers are slightly harder to spot."<br><br>Meanwhile, there is also evidence that general gift quality is increasing.<br><br>Bill McKay, from Darlington, said: "What with inflation and how much I love my mum, I've increased the budget to 6.20 including the card.<br><br>"I would always get the generic flowers in the sort of plastic sheath - paid for, mind, not just lifted from the site of a bad crime - or whichever chocolate selection box has a sticker on it saying 'gift idea'.<br><br>"This year though I've decided to be more original and get her eight Double Deckers. It's much better value in terms of weight.<br><br>"Plus they're on offer."<br><br>Teacher Nikki Hollis said: "I know my mum would do anything for me, that's why I don't really need to bother with a decent present, although I shall drop in with a card this Sunday. The fact that I'm spending time with her rather than doing somethng I want to do will mean the world to her."<br>Father-of-two Stephen Malley added: "It's all a big marketing thing cooked up by Americans in the Fifties, or something. The maternal bond shouldn't be commodified or reduced to the giving of a product on an arbitrarily-allocated day.<br><br>"At least that's what I'm telling myself after just discovering the fucking garage is shut."<br><br><br>]]></description>
                <pubDate>Mon, 04 Apr 2011 10:29:48 +0100</pubDate>
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                <title><![CDATA[Monarchial Mountbatten Mountebanks - @ian-price2]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[Now look here! Ive just returned from my hols in fair Tahiti only to find that the jumped up Teutonic Mountbatten clan have started a bloody media frenzy with the announcement of some superstitious bonding ritual between the next CEO of English anachronisms and some delicate flower of the common soil.This simply wont do. It is beholden on every republican minded chap with a penchant for rational thought to object in the loudest possible terms against public money being spent on a six ringed travelling circus designed to perpetuate the myth that some people are far superior than others by dint of birth.I come from humble stock myself; papa only had some 3 billion salted away by the time I first blinked. He beat into me the sound knowledge that money always comes before people  a sound credo that has seen my fortune increase ten fold. It was against this background that I first met the ball and chain. The Memsahib and I were spliced together in the most bonding of ceremonies wherein the Mems father  Major Roger Sholto Crump( late of The Enniskillen Light Horse ) held a Purdey to my back and where the witnesses were all members of the Inns of Court ; each and everyone of the blighters now Law Lords.Dont like people being deferred to through accident of birth when itsthe likes of I that should be lauded for keeping the bloody country great by keeping Johnny foreigner down. King Quentin has a fine ring to it I proffer.Ahem! I mean President Whistleton  Thynne ( Col Rtd ) of course.Toodle Pip.]]></description>
                <pubDate>Fri, 01 Apr 2011 19:58:14 +0100</pubDate>
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                <title><![CDATA[Saxons sink in the Pale. - @ian-price2]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[It is with immense pleasure that I can announce the demise of the English attempt to win the Grand Slam. No words can convey the admiration I have for our Celtic brothers in Hibernia.Sparingbeing bombarded by anotherflagstone ofEnglish propoganda leadingup to the next Royal shindig, I can only say that The Celts can show the sons of Saxony a thing or two when it counts.]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[The Power of a Badge. . . - @ian-price2]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[Another example of how the government thinks!A DEA officer stops at a ranch in Texas , and talks with an old rancher. He tells the rancher, "I need to inspect your ranch for illegally grown drugs." The rancher says, "Okay, but don't go in that field over there," as he points out the location.The DEA officer verbally explodes saying, " Mister, I have the authority of the Federal Government with me!" Reaching into his rear pants pocket, he removes his badge and proudly displays it to the rancher. "See this badge? This badge means I am allowed to go wherever I wish . . . On any land. No questions asked or answers given. Have I made myself clear? Do you understand?"The rancher nods politely, apologizes, and goes about his chores.A short time later, the old rancher hears loud screams and sees the DEA officer running for his life chased by the rancher's big Santa Gertrudis bull . . . . .With every step the bull is gaining ground on the officer, and it seems likely that he'll get gored before he reaches safety. The officer is clearly terrified. The rancher throws down his tools, runs to the fence and yells at the top of his lungs . . . ."Your badge. Show him your BADGE!"]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[Threat Level Raised - @ian-price2]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[ANNOUNCEMENT<br><br>The English are feeling the pinch in relation to recent terrorist threats and have therefore raised their security level from "Miffed" to "Peeved."<br><br>Soon, though, security levels may be raised yet again to "Irritated" or even "A Bit Cross." The English have not been "A Bit Cross" since the blitz in 1940 when tea supplies nearly ran out. Terrorists have been re-categorized from "Tiresome" to "A Bloody Nuisance." The last time the British issued a "Bloody Nuisance" warning level was in 1588, when threatened by the Spanish Armada.<br><br>The Scots have raised their threat level from "Pissed Off" to "Let's get the Bastards." They don't have any other levels. This is the reason they have been used on the front line of the British army for the last 300 years.<br><br>The French government announced yesterday that it has raised its terror alert level from "Run" to "Hide." The only two higher levels in France are "Collaborate" and "Surrender." The rise was precipitated by a recent fire that destroyed France 's white flag factory, effectively paralyzing the country's military capability.<br><br>Italy has increased the alert level from "Shout Loudly and Excitedly" to "Elaborate Military Posturing." Two more levels remain: "Ineffective Combat Operations" and "Change Sides."<br><br>The Germans have increased their alert state from "Disdainful Arrogance" to "Dress in Uniform and Sing Marching Songs." They also have two higher levels: "Invade a Neighbor" and "Lose."<br><br>Belgians, on the other hand, are all on holiday as usual; the only threat they are worried about is NATO pulling out of Brussels .<br><br>The Spanish are all excited to see their new submarines ready to deploy. These beautifully designed subs have glass bottoms so the new Spanish navy can get a really good look at the old Spanish navy.<br><br>Australia , meanwhile, has raised its security level from "No worries" to "She'll be right, Mate." Three more escalation levels remain: "Crikey,!" "I think we'll need to cancel the barbie this weekend" and "The barbie is cancelled." So far no situation has ever warranted use of the final escalation level.]]></description>
                <pubDate>Thu, 17 Mar 2011 13:51:45 +0000</pubDate>
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                <title><![CDATA[Exquisite British humour!! - @ian-price2]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[The train was quite crowded, and a U.S. marine walked the entire length<br>looking for a seat, but the only seat left was taken by a well dressed,<br>middle-aged, French woman's poodle.<br><br>The war-weary Marine asked, 'Ma'am, may I have that seat?'<br><br>The French woman just sniffed and said to no one in particular<br>' Americans are so rude. My little Fifi is using that seat.'<br><br>The Marine walked the entire train again, but the only seat left was under<br>that dog.<br><br>'Please, ma'am. May I sit down? I'm very tired..'<br><br>She snorted, 'Not only are you Americans rude, you are also arrogant!'<br><br>This time the Marine didn't say a word; he just picked up the little dog,<br>tossed it out the train window, and sat down.<br><br>The woman shrieked, 'Someone must defend my honour! This American should be<br>put in his place!'<br><br>An English gentleman sitting nearby spoke up, 'Sir, you Americans seem to<br>have a penchant for doing the wrong thing.<br><br>You hold the fork in the wrong hand.<br><br>You drive your cars on the wrong side of the road.<br><br>And now, sir, you seem to have thrown the wrong bitch out the window'<br>]]></description>
                <pubDate>Thu, 17 Mar 2011 08:49:03 +0000</pubDate>
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                <title><![CDATA[Dying Doctor Slang - @ian-price2]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[Is doctor slang on the wane?The inventive language created by doctors the world over to insult their patients - or each other - is in danger of becoming extinct.So says a doctor who has spent four years charting more than 200 colourful examples.Medicine is a profession already overflowing with acronyms and technical terms, and doctors over the years have invented plenty of their own.However, Dr Adam Fox, who works at St Mary's Hospital in London as a specialist registrar in its child allergy unit, says that far fewer doctors now annotate notes with abbreviations designed to spell out the unsayable truth about their patients.TOP MEDICAL ABBREVIATIONSCTD - Circling the Drain (A patient expected to die soon)GLM - Good looking MumGPO - Good for Parts OnlyTEETH - Tried Everything Else, Try HomeopathyUBI - Unexplained Beer InjuryThe increasing rate of litigation means that there is a far higher chance that doctors will be asked in court to explain the exact meaning of NFN (Normal for Norfolk), FLK (Funny looking kid) or GROLIES (Guardian Reader Of Low Intelligence in Ethnic Skirt).Dr Fox recounts the tale of one doctor who had scribbled TTFO - an expletive expression roughly translated as "Told To Go Away" - on a patient's notes.He told BBC News Online: "This guy was asked by the judge what the acronym meant, and luckily for him he had the presence of mind to say: 'To take fluids orally'."Quaint up NorthRegional dialects abound, even in the world of the medical abbreviation.In the north of England, the TTR (Tea Time Review) of a patient is commonplace, but not in the south.And the number of terms for patients believed to be somewhat intellectually challenged is enormous."I can't believe what he just called me..."From LOBNH (Lights On But Nobody Home), CNS-QNS (Central Nervous System - Quantity Not Sufficient), to the delightful term "pumpkin positive", which refers to the implication that a penlight shone into the patient's mouth would encounter a brain so small that the whole head would light up.Regular visitors to A&amp;E on a Friday or Saturday night are also classified.DBI refers to "Dirt Bag Index", and multiplies the number of tattoos with the number of missing teeth to give an estimate of the number of days since the patient last bathed.A PFO refers to a drunken patient who sustained injury falling over, while a PGT "Got Thumped" instead.MEDICAL TERMS - A GLOSSARYDigging for Worms - varicose vein surgeryDeparture lounge - geriatric wardHandbag positive - confused patient (usually elderly lady) lying on hospital bed clutching handbagWoolworth's Test - Anaesthetic term (if you can imagine patient shopping in Woolies, it's safe to give a general anaesthetic)This is an international language - Dr Fox's research reveals that a PIMBA in Brazil can be translated as a "swollen-footed, drunk, run-over beggar".Doctor insultAnd much of the slang is directed at colleagues rather than patients.Thus rheumatology, considered by hard-pressed juniors one of the less busy specialties, becomes "rheumaholiday", the "Freud Squad" are psychiatrists, and "Gassers" and "Slashers" are anaesthetists and general surgeons respectively.Dr Fox is keen to point out that neither he, nor the other authors of the paper, published in the journal Ethics and Behavior, actually advocate using any of the terms.He said: "It's a form of communication, and it needs to be recorded."It may not be around forever."He said: "I do think that doctors are genuinely more respectful of their patients these days."If that is the case, perhaps the delights of a "Whopper with Cheese", "Handbag positive" or "Coffin dodger" could be lost forever]]></description>
                <pubDate>Thu, 10 Mar 2011 11:05:08 +0000</pubDate>
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                <title><![CDATA[You'd better believe it. - @ian-price2]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[Only in Britain - Complaints toCouncilsExtracts from letters writtenTo localcouncils:1. It's the dogs mess that I find hard to swallow.2. I want some repairs done to my cooker as it has backfired and burnt my knob off.3. I wish to complain that my father twisted his ankle very badly when he put his foot in the hole in his back passage.4. Their 18 year old son is continually banging his balls against my fence.5. I wish to report that tiles are missing from the outside toilet roof. I think it was bad wind the other day that blew them off.6. My lavatory seat is cracked, where do I stand?7. I am writing on behalf of my sink, which is coming away from the wall.8. Will you please send someone to mend the garden path. My wife tripped and fell on it yesterday and now she is pregnant.9. I request permission to remove my drawers in the kitchen.10. 50% of the walls are damp, 50% have crumbling plaster, and 50% are just plain filthy.11. I am still having problems with smoke in my new drawers.12. The toilet is blocked and we cannot bath the children until it is cleared.13. Will you please send a man to look at my water, it is a funny colour and not fit to drink.14. Our lavatory seat is broken in half and now is in three pieces.15. I want to complain about the farmer across the road. Every morning at 6am his cock wakes me up and it's now getting too much for me.16. The man next door has a large erection in the back garden, which is unsightly and dangerous.17. Our kitchen floor is damp. We have two children and would like a third, so please send someone round to do something about it.18. I am a single woman living in a downstairs flat and would you please do something about the noise made by the man on top of me every night.19. Please send a man with the right tool to finish the job and satisfy my wife.20. I have had the clerk of works down on the floor six times but I still have no satisfaction.21. This is to let you know that our lavatory seat is broke and we can't get BBC2.22. My bush is really overgrown round the front and my back passage has fungus growing in it.23. He's got this huge tool that vibrates the whole house and I just can't take it anymore.<br><br>]]></description>
                <pubDate>Tue, 01 Mar 2011 13:42:51 +0000</pubDate>
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                <title><![CDATA[TAZAR - @ian-price2]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[ONLY A MAN<br>WOULD ATTEMPT THISJust try reading this without laughing till you cry!!!Pocket Tazer Stun Gun, a great gift for the wife.A guy who purchased his lovely wife a pocket Tazer for their anniversary submitted this:Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol &amp; Pawn Shop that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife Julie. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized Tazer.<br>The effects of the Tazer were supposed to be short lived, with no long term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety...??<br>WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home.. I loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was disappointed I learned, however, that if I pushed the button and pressed it against a metal surface at the same time, I'd get the blue arc of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs.<br>AWESOME!!! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.<br>Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two AAA batteries, right?<br>There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh &amp; blood moving target.<br>I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and then thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised.<br>Am I wrong?<br>So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, and Tazer in another.<br>The directions said that:a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant;<br>a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; and<br>a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water.Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries.All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference (loaded with two itsy, bitsy AAA batteries); pretty cute really, and thinking to myself, 'no possible way!'<br>What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best.<br>I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side so as to say, 'Don't do it stupid,' reasoning that a one second burst from such a tiny lil ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad.. I decided to give myself a one second burst just for heck of it.<br>I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and...<br>HOLY COW. WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION. WHAT THE... !!!<br>I'm pretty sure Hulk Hogan ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs! The cat was making meowing sounds I had never heard before, clinging to a picture frame hanging above the fireplace, obviously in an attempt to avoid getting slammed by my body flopping all over the living room.<br>Note:If you ever feel compelled to 'mug' yourself with a Tazer,<br>one note of caution:<br>There is NO such thing as a one second burst when you zap yourself! You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor!<br>A three second burst would be considered conservative!<br>A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape.My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace.The recliner was upside down and about 8 feet or so from where it originally was.My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching.My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs.I had no control over the drooling.Apparently I had crapped in my shorts, but was too numb to know for sure, and my sense of smell was gone.I saw a faint smoke cloud above my head, which I believe came from my hair.I'm still looking for my testicles and I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return!<br>PS: My wife can't stop laughing about my experience, loved the gift and now regularly threatens me with it!<br>If you think education is difficult, try being stupid!!!!]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[12 of the finest (unintentional) double-entendres ever aired on British TV and radio - @ian-price2]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[:<br><br><br>1. Ted Walsh - Horse Racing Commentator - 'This is really a lovely horse. I once rode her mother.'<br><br><br>2. New Zealand Rugby Commentator - 'Andrew Mehrtens loves it when Daryl Gibson comes inside of him.'<br><br><br>3. Pat Glenn, weightlifting commentator - 'And this is Gregoriava from Bulgaria . I saw her snatch this morning and it was amazing!'<br><br><br>4. Harry Carpenter at the Oxford-Cambridge boat race 1977 - 'Ah, isn't that nice. The wife of the Cambridge President is kissing the Cox of the Oxford crew.'<br><br><br>5. US PGA Commentator - 'One of the reasons Arnie (Arnold Palmer) is playing so well is that, before each tee shot, his wife takes out his balls and kisses them. Oh my god !! What have I just said??'<br><br><br>6. Carenza Lewis about finding food in the Middle Ages on 'Time Team Live' said: 'You'd eat beaver if you could get it.'<br><br><br>7. A female news anchor who, the day after it was supposed to have snowed and didn't, turned to the weatherman and asked, 'So Bob, where's that eight inches you promised me last night?' Not only did HE have to leave the set, but half the crew did too, because they were laughing so hard!<br><br><br>8. Steve Ryder covering the US Masters: 'Ballesteros felt much better today after a 69 yesterday.'<br><br><br>9. Clair Frisby talking about a jumbo hot dog on 'Look North' said: 'There's nothing like a big hot sausage inside you on a cold night like this. '<br><br><br>10 Mike Hallett discussing missed snooker shots on 'Sky Sports': 'Stephen Hendry jumps on Steve Davis's misses every chance he gets.'<br><br><br>11. Michael Buerk on watching Philippa Forrester cuddle up to a male astronomer for warmth during BBC1's UK eclipse coverage remarked: 'They seem cold out there. They're rubbing each other and he's only come in his shorts.'<br><br><br>12... Ken Brown commentating on golfer Nick Faldo and his caddie Fanny Sunneson lining-up shots at the Scottish Open: 'Some weeks Nick likes to use Fanny; other weeks he prefers to do it by himself.' ]]></description>
                <pubDate>Fri, 18 Feb 2011 20:54:38 +0000</pubDate>
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                <title><![CDATA[Wales v Haggis - @ian-price2]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[It was built up as a formidable quest for the Taff. The haggis hordes were to add us to their plate of succulent delights.'Tweren'tto be though as the sons of Cymru, cockles aflow,ran amok in the first half. Scotland didn't have a clue even when Wales were reduced to 13 men.The second half was a very quiet affair where even the commentators started to pick their teeth. Thoughts of pints were in everyones mind 30 minutes before no side was called. And so it was a 24 - 6 victory to Wales.Meanwhile the Saxon dealt a tremendous blow to the Azzurri. A proposed spaghetti feast turned into a boiled beef and carrot trouncing that could makeMichelangelo paint bugger on the Sistine chapel ceiling.The press have eyed up the Grand Slam in this Royal Wedding year already. There's the small matter of getting past The Dublin Bay Prawns 15, Haggis untied and frogs legs before that can happen.]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[Actual call centre conversations !!!!! - @ian-price2]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[<br>Customer:   'I've been ringing 0800 2100 for two days and can't get through to enquiries, can you help?'.<br>Operator:   'Where did you get that number from, sir?'.<br>Customer:   'It was on the door to the Travel Centre'.<br>Operator:   'Sir, they are our opening hours'. <br>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- <br>SAMSUNG ELECTRONICS <br><br>Caller:     'Can you give me the telephone number for Jack?'<br>Operator:   'I'm sorry, sir, I don't understand who you are talking about'.<br>Caller:     'On page 1, section 5, of the user guide it clearly states that I need to unplug the fax machine from<br>         the AC wall socket and telephone Jack before cleaning. Now, can you give me the number for Jack?'<br>Operator:   'I think you mean the telephone point on the wall'.<br>----------------------------------------------------------------------<br>RAC Motoring Services <br><br>Caller:     'Does your European Breakdown Policy cover me when I am travelling in Australia ?'<br>Operator:   ' Doesn't the product name give you a clue?'<br>----------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Caller (enquiring about legal requirements while travelling in France ):<br>'If I register my car in France , do I have to change the steering wheel to the other side of the car?'<br>---------------------------------------------------------------------- <br>Directory Enquiries <br><br>Caller:        'I'd like the number of the Argoed Fish Bar in Cardiff please'.<br>Operator:     'I'm sorry, there's no listing.  Is the spelling correct?'<br>Caller:        'Well, it used to be called the Bargoed Fish Bar but the 'B' fell off'.<br>----------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Then there was the caller who asked for a knitwear company in Woven.<br>Operator:    'Woven? Are you sure?'<br>Caller:       'Yes. That's what it says on the label; "Woven in Scotland "'.<br>----------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>On another occasion, a man making heavy breathing sounds from a phone box told a worried operator:<br>'I haven't got a pen, so I'm steaming up the window to write the number on'.<br>----------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Tech Support:   'I need you to right-click on the Open Desktop'.<br>Customer:       'OK'.<br>Tech Support:   'Did you get a pop-up menu?'.<br>Customer:       'No'.<br>Tech Support:   'OK. Right-Click again. Do you see a pop-up menu?'<br>Customer:       'No'.<br>Tech Support:   'OK, sir. Can you tell me what you have done up until this point?'.<br>Customer:      'Sure. You told me to write 'click' and I wrote 'click''.<br>----------------------------------------------------------------------<br>Tech Support:    'OK. In the bottom left hand side of the screen, can you see the 'OK' button displayed?'<br>Customer:      'Wow. How can you see my screen from there?'<br>---------------------------------------------------------------------- <br>Caller:   'I deleted a file from my PC last week and I have just realised that I need it.<br>       If I turn my system clock back two weeks will I have my file back again?'.<br>---------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------<br>There's always one.  This has got to be one of the funniest things in a long time.<br>I think this guy should have been promoted, not fired.<br>This is a true story from the Word Perfect Helpline, which was transcribed from a recording monitoring<br>the customer care department.<br>Needless to say the Help Desk employee was fired; however, he/she is currently suing the Word Perfect organization<br>for 'Termination without Cause'.<br>Actual dialogue of a former WordPerfect Customer Support employee. (Now I know why they record these conversations!):<br><br>Operator:     'Ridge Hall, computer assistance; may I help you?'<br>Caller:       'Yes, well, I'm having trouble with WordPerfect.'<br>Operator:     'What sort of trouble??'<br>Caller:       'Well, I was just typing along, and all of a sudden the words went away.'<br>Operator:     'Went away?'<br>Caller:       'They disappeared.'<br>Operator:     'Hmm So what does your screen look like now?'<br>Caller:       'Nothing.'<br>Operator:     'Nothing??'<br>Caller:       'It's blank; it won't accept anything when I type.'<br>Operator:     'Are you still in WordPerfect, or did you get out??'<br>Caller:       'How do I tell?'<br>Operator:     'Can you see the C: prompt on the screen??'<br>Caller:       'What's a sea-prompt?'<br>Operator:     'Never mind, can you move your cursor around the screen?'<br>Caller:       'There isn't any cursor: I told you, it won't accept anything I type.'<br>Operator:     'Does your monitor have a power indicator??'<br>Caller:       'What's a monitor?'<br>Operator:     'It's the thing with the screen on it that looks like a TV. Does it have a little light that tells you when it's on??'<br>Caller:        'I don't know.'<br>Operator:     'Well, then look on the back of the monitor and find where the power cord goes into it. Can you see that??'<br>Caller:       'Yes, I think so.'<br>Operator:     'Great. Follow the cord to the plug, and tell me if it's plugged into the wall.<br>Caller:       'Yes, it is.'<br>Operator:     'When you were behind the monitor, did you notice that there were two cables plugged into the back of it, not just one??'<br>Caller:        'No.'<br>Operator:     'Well, there are. I need you to look back there again and find the other cable.'<br>Caller:        'Okay, here it is.'<br>Operator:     'Follow it for me, and tell me if it's plugged securely into the back of your computer.'<br>Caller:        'I can't reach.'<br>Operator:     'Uh huh. Well, can you see if it is??'<br>Caller:        'No.'<br>Operator:     'Even if you maybe put your knee on something and lean way over?'<br>Caller:        'Oh, it's not because I don't have the right angle - it's because it's dark.'<br>Operator:     'Dark??'<br>Caller:        'Yes - the office light is off, and the only light I have is coming in from the window.<br>Operator:     'Well, turn on the office light then.'<br>Caller:        'I can't.'<br>Operator:     'No?  Why not?'<br>Caller:        'Because there's a power failure.'<br>Operator:     'A power......... A power failure?  Aha, Okay, we've got it licked now.<br>           Do you still have the boxes and manuals and packing stuff your computer came in??'<br>Caller:        'Well, yes, I keep them in the closet.'<br>Operator:      'Good. Go get them, and unplug your system and pack it up just like it was when you got it.<br>               Then take it back to the store you bought it from.'<br>Caller:        'Really? Is it that bad?'<br>Operator:      Yes, I'm afraid it is.'<br>Caller:        'Well, all right then, I suppose. What do I tell them??'<br>Operator:      'Tell them you're too f-------ing stupid to own a computer!!!'<br><br>]]></description>
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                <description><![CDATA[I bought one of those new fangled room size blow up Christmas decorations. You place it the middle of the room pull the cord and stand back while it explodes outward at a gentle pace until it fills the room. To remove it you just use a pin and it pops back. It worked a treat except we couldn't get into the living room over christmas as it covered all the doors as well.]]></description>
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