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Welcome to Orsm.net. For fear that we forget.
I wasn't feeling it last week and that update was next to fucking impossible to squeeze out. Kind of like chronic constipation and only being able to put down a little nugget after pushing hard for three days. Much better this week though... like chowing down on a lentil and cabbage soup and uncontrollably shitting yourself but in a good way...
So yeah... I had a good weekend, took a trip out to the hills Saturday, relaxed and watched the footy Sunday and followed it up with a productive week. Oh and I'm abso-fucking-lutely chuffed that the long weekend is finally here. Tomorrow is ANZAC Day which marks the landing of Aussie and Kiwi troops in Gallipoli during WW1. People flock to memorials for dawn services around the country and other parts of the world to pay their respects and even though I wouldn't mind going there's not much chance of me waking up early enough following update day. Maybe next year...
On the top of my 'things I couldn't care less about if I tried' list this week is the Olympic 'flame' arriving in Australia. Seriously - BIG FUCKING DEAL. The blanket media coverage as the flame has travelled around the world is nothing short of shameful too. And now that it's splashed down here in Oz what do we get? Live televised coverage! Wooo! You could just about hear phones ringing off the hook around the country this morning "Boss, I'm going to be in late today sorry... REALLY want to see the flame get paddled across a murky river by some kayakers". Uhuh.
All this beckons the question: is there nothing else happening in the world newsworthy enough to bump the flame off the news or do people really want to see a bunch of demi-celebrities they've never heard of jog 250 metre increments with an oversized cigarette lighter?
And before anyone says it - no I don't have to watch. The only reason I actually did was because I hadn't quite managed to wake up properly. Mark my words in four years time I won't make the same mistake.
That aside it's just one more thing ruined by protestors... not unlike the cricket series in Australia over summer which became embroiled in a racism scandal. Not sure about anyone else but that pissed me off so much just I lost interest and stopped watching. Everything got blown up and focus got taken away from what was really important and in that case - the game.
The protestors have it all wrong anyway. If they were trying to force governments to spend millions in extra security, piss people off and get arrested then congrats - mission accomplished. To be honest I have no idea what they're protesting except its something to do with human rights in China...? Sorry dudes - fail. I don't doubt that shit goes on but if you want me to care you need to show me what's happening.
The best and most glaring example of how to do this was with the Japanese whale hunt. For years it was complaints and protests and nothing got done. Then anti-whalers got smart - took a huge ship down there to follow the whalers around with cameras and on the news every night we saw whales being harpooned and dragged still kicking on to ships to get carved up. Damning evidence and everyone went fucking crazy. Yeah the hunt went on but putting the issue so irrefutably front and centre has put piled pressure on the bad guys. Now you would have to think things will change... albeit eventually.
No doubt I'm making it sound easier than it is but someone needs to grab a camera and start filming what goes on. Show the world. If the situation is as bad as people claim then it'll shock people [like me] who have no idea and hopefully lead to change but one thing is for sure - trying to extinguish a flame aint gonna do shit.
Okay okay okay... let's get on with the update. Now I know I've made claims as to the excellentness of updates before but this one truly rocks. So many hours have gone into sticking it all together that I don't remember leaving the computer for the last four or five days. True story. Look it up if you don't believe me. So... check it...
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Two deaf men were talking on their coffee break about being out late the night before. The first man signed to his friend, "My wife was asleep when I got home, so I was able to sneak into bed and not get into trouble." The second deaf man signed back, "Boy you're lucky. My wife was wide awake, waiting for me in bed, and she started swearing at me for being out so late." The first deaf man asked, "So, what did you do?" The second man replied, "I turned out the light."
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Mike and Steve are talking about their respective weekends when the subject of picking up ladies pops up. "I must say I'm doing fine in that department," says Mike. "This weekend I hooked up with that new secretary Jenny Smith." "Jenny Smith!" Steve exclaims, "What happened?" "Let's just say I got lucky." "I've heard about Jenny," Steve says, "and I wouldn't call it 'lucky.'" "I would," Mike says smugly. "In that case," Steve replies, "you're the luckiest guy with herpes I know."
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Three Australians and three Maoris are travelling by train to a Rugby match at the World Cup in England. At the station, the three Aussies each buy a ticket and watch as the three Maoris buy just one ticket between them.
"How are the three of you going to travel on only one ticket?" asks one of the Aussies. "Watch and learn bro," answers one of the Maoris.
They all board the train. The Aussies take their respective seats but all three Maoris cram into a toilet and close the door behind them.
Shortly after the train has departed, the conductor comes around collecting tickets. He knocks on the toilet door and says, "Ticket please." The door opens just a crack and a single arm emerges with a ticket in hand. The conductor takes it and moves on.
The Aussies see this and agree it was quite a clever idea. So after the game, they decide to copy the Maoris on the return trip and save some money (being clever with money, and all that).
When they get to the station, they buy a single ticket for the return trip. To their astonishment, the Maoris don't buy a ticket at all!
"How are you going to travel without a ticket?" says one perplexed Aussie. "Watch and learn bro," answers a Maori.
When they board the train the three Aussies cram into a toilet and soon after the three Maoris cram into another nearby. The train departs.
Shortly afterwards, one of the Maoris leaves the toilet and walks over to the toilet where the Aussies are hiding. He knocks on the door and says, "Ticket please."
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While walking through Golden Gate Park in San Francisco, a man came upon another man hugging a tree with his ear firmly against the tree. Seeing this he inquired, "Just out of curiosity, what the heck are you doing?"
"I'm listening to the music of the tree," the other man replied. "You've gotta be kiddin' me." "No, would you like to give it a try?"
Understandably curious, the man says, "Well, OK..." So he wrapped his arms around the tree & pressed his ear up against it. With this, the other guy slapped a pair of handcuffs on him, took his wallet, jewellery, car keys, then stripped him naked and left.
Two hours later another nature lover strolled by, saw this guy handcuffed to the tree stark naked, and asked, "What the heck happened to you?"
He told the guy the whole terrible story about how he got there.
When he finished telling his story, the other guy shook his head in sympathy, walked around behind him, kissed him gently behind the ear and said, "This just ain't gonna be your day, cupcake..."
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The only cow in a small town near Mudgee stopped giving milk. The people did some research and found that they could buy a cow in Lithgow for $200. They brought the cow from Lithgow and the cow was wonderful. It produced lots of milk all of the time, and the people were very happy. They decided to acquire a bull to mate with the cow to produce more cows like it. They would never have to worry about their milk supply again.
They bought the bull and put it in the pasture with their beloved cow. However, whenever the bull tried to mount the cow, the cow would move away. No matter what approach the bull tried, the cow would move away from the bull and he could not succeed in his quest. The people were very upset and decided to ask the Vet, who was very wise, what to do. They told the Vet what was happening. "Whenever the bull tries to mount our cow, she moves away.
If he approaches from the back, she moves forward. When he approaches her from the front, she backs off. An attempt from the side, she walks away to the other side." The Vet thought about this for a minute and asked, "Did you by chance, buy this cow in Lithgow?"
The people were dumbfounded, since no one had ever mentioned where they bought the cow. "You are truly a wise Vet," they said. "How did you know we got the cow in Lithgow?" The Vet replied with a distant look in his eye, "My wife is from Lithgow..."
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Gray wrote:
Subject: What the hell is an "Orsm?"
Dude, Love the site, have been stopping by for years... but
I gotta ask, what the hell is an "Orsm?" Peace.
I get this ALL the time and it amazes me that after all these years people still don't get it. Must be the accent/pronunciation depending on where you're from but to cut an unnecessarily long and drawn out explanation short: Orsm/Awesome. Got it? -Orsm |
sean wrote:
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is it possible that for your next update you include videos of girls peeing
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Z, from LA wrote:
Subject: Re: Toxic Hotel
Sorry to burst the bubble, but those signs are required by the state to be posted by any establishment with any chemicals that can pose such a threat. The most common that you'll find are pool cleaning chemicals, such as chlorine. I've lived in California my whole life and have seen those signs on virtually all Hotels and Apartment complexes. They don't mean to deter people, just to warn them in case of those lucky few retarded enough to drink the chems. Love the site, keep on rockin!
You learn someting every day... -Orsm
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Some Stooge wrote:
Subject: A Tree
Dude, Yesterday a rather large tree fell over in West Perth across Richardson Street. Police attended and the road was blocked for a little while. Attached is a pic. How random, enjoy. |
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Richard wrote:
Subject: pix of mate's wife
Hi Orsm ... Great site .. keep up the good work for all of us! I have attached 2 pics of mate's wife who posed for two guys at work. The wife doesn't know that the guys sent the pics too her husband. He wanted the pictures up on the net somewhere so people can see her for the slut she is, lol. Enjoy. |
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Cathloser wrote:
Subject: Calling All Alcoholics
If you were around in 1919 and saw this poster... would you really quit drinking?
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cunnox wrote:
Subject: Obedience School Winner
I think i better get zeus started on this new trick,but knowning my boy zeus he'll just sit there and lick he's nuts... They say you are never too old to teach an old dog new tricks. |
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Epirb wrote:
Subject: Quim
Why oh why oh why, at the age of 41 and with a sensible haircut looking after my grey hair do I still find this kind of thing funny? Can't help it, greetings from a draughty Blighty Orsm, Epirb.
For anyone that doesn't get that... here. Admittedly it would be better if they called it 'cunt'. -Orsm |
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James wrote:
Subject: u can post this..
This is a pic of a whore of an ex... Wasted 5 years of my life on her... Hide my info please... BTW she lives in Connecticut. If U ever see these tits on a girl RUN THE FUCK AWAY!!!!! Do what you will with this Photo... BTW I love your site! |
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Bill wrote:
Subject: WRECKED A340-600 at TOULOUSE FRANCE
These are pictures of the wreck of a brand new A340-600 in November 2007, that had never flown. (never saw (1) hour in the air). Thank these French and their Arab friends for this bit of "comedy of errors".
Nine employees of the Arab airline were in the aircraft, but "no employees" from Airbus were present. The Arab's taxied out to the run-up area. Then they took all four engines to takeoff power with virtually an empty aircraft. (They obvious didn't read the run-up manuals.) No chocks were set, (not that it would have mattered at that power setting) â?¦. Brakes will not hold it back at full power anyway.
As it turns out the takeoff warning horn was blaring away in the cockpit because they had all FOUR engines at full power. The aircraft computers thought they were trying to takeoff but it
had not been configured properly (flaps/slats, etc, etc). Then one of these brain surgeons decided to pull the "Ground Sense"
circuit breaker to quiet the alarms.
This fools the aircraft into thinking it is in the air. "A big,big mistake"! As soon as they did that, the computers automaticlly "released" all
the brakes. ("this is a Safety feature so that pilots don't land
with the brakes on".)
There was No time to stop and no one smart enough thought to reduce
the max power setting..... So the rest is as you see it below. "Arab's" don't you just love them................ |
<with held> wrote:
Subject: hay baby
Orsm, An email of a wench who wants to have a mate of mine and me for some good times... no details please.
Fuck they are big. -Orsm
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Shadow wrote:
Subject: Random shite pics
I just got back from a trip I took to Las Vegas. I thought I would send you some pics for your "Random shite" section. So here a re some pics that I thought were funny... maybe cool... or just stupid... lol. Hope you can use some of them! |
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marc wrote:
Subject: Gay
Gayest fish in the world! I released it ( well threw it back off the cliff) It swam off unharmed . Caught it on a chunk of mulie :) Its called a lunar tail wrass :) |
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Samiiiiiiiiiii wrote:
Subject: Mystery animal?
Can anyone shed any light on the attached pictures. It is some sort of creature spotted in about 1000m of water, off the coast of Indonesia. Apparently the stubby protrusions moved a bit like limbs, and when it was spooked by the ROV, it disappeared into the gloom by moving the frill at the end like a squid. I didn't see it personally, but this is the desciption I got from the guy who did. |
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<with held> wrote:
Subject: Always remember format your ipod before you sell it!
Hey. Been a fan of your site for a while now, and here is my first contribution! Hide my details please! |
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JD wrote:
Subject: How to park a FPV Pursuit Ute
Hey ORSM, Some photos from Main North Road in Adelaide a couple of months ago. He was allegedly racing a Statesman, and the result speaks for itself. Cheers.
Ford drivers. Enough said. -Orsm
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A SAD REALITY
After I was discharged from the U.S. Navy, Jim and I moved back to Detroit to use our GI bill benefits to get some schooling. Jim was going for a degree in Electronics and I, after much debating, decided to get mine in Computer Science. One of the required classes was Speech.
Like many people, I had no fondness for getting up in front of people for any reason, let alone to be the centre of attention as I stuttered my way through some unfamiliar subject. But I couldn't get out of the requirement, and so I found myself in my last semester before graduation with Speech as one of my classes.
On the first day of class our professor explained to us that he was going to leave the subject manner of our talks up to us, but he was going to provide the motivation of the speech. We would be responsible for six speeches, each with a different motivation. For instance our first speech's purpose was to inform. He advised us to pick subjects that we were interested in and knowledgeable about. I decided to centre my six speeches around animals, especially dogs.
For my first speech to inform, I talked about the equestrian art of dressage. For my speech to demonstrate, I brought my German Shepherd, Bodger, to class and demonstrated obedience commands. Finally the semester was almost over and I had but one more speech to give. This speech was to take the place of a written final exam and was to count for fifty per cent of our grade. The speeches motivation was to persuade.
After agonizing over a subject matter, and keeping with my animal theme, I decided on the topic of spaying and neutering pets. My goal was to try to persuade my classmates to neuter their pets. So I started researching the topic. There was plenty of material, articles that told of the millions of dogs and cats that were euthanized every year, of supposedly beloved pets that were turned in to various animal control facilities for the lamest of reasons, or worse, dropped off far from home, bewildered and scared. Death was usually a blessing.
The final speech was looming closer, but I felt well prepared. My notes were full of facts and statistics that I felt sure would motivate even the most naive of pet owners to succumb to my plea.
A couple of days before our speeches were due, I had the bright idea of going to the local branch of the Humane Society and borrowing a puppy to use as a sort of a visual aid. I called the Humane Society and explained what I wanted. They were very happy to accommodate me. I made arrangements to pick up a puppy the day before my speech.
The day before my speech, I went to pick up the puppy. I was feeling very confident. I could quote all the statistics and numbers without ever looking at my notes. The puppy, I felt, would add the final emotional touch. When I arrived at the Humane Society I was met by a young guy named Ron. He explained that he was the public relations person for the Humane Society.
He was very excited about my speech and asked if I would like a tour of the facilities before I picked up the puppy. I enthusiastically agreed.
We started out in the reception area, which was the general public's initial encounter with the Humane Society. The lobby was full, mostly with people dropping off various animals that they no longer wanted Ron explained to me that this branch of the Humane Society took in about fifty animals a day and adopted out twenty.
As we stood there I heard snatches of conversation: "I can't keep him, he digs holes in my garden." "They such cute puppies, I know you will have no trouble finding homes for them." "She is wild, I can't control her."
I heard one of Humane Society's volunteer explain to the lady with the litter of puppies that the Society was filled with puppies and that these puppies, being black, would immediately be put to sleep. Black puppies, she explained, had little chance of being adopted. The woman who brought the puppies in just shrugged, "I can't help it," she whined. "They are getting too big. I don't have room for them."
We left the reception area. Ron led me into the staging area where all the incoming animals were evaluated for adoptability. Over half never even made it to the adoption centre. There were just too many. Not only were people bringing in their own animals, but strays were also dropped off. By law the Humane Society had to hold a stray for three days. If the animal was not claimed by then, it was euthanized, since there was no background information on the animal.
There were already too many animals that had a known history eagerly provided by their soon to be ex-owners. As we went through the different areas, I felt more and more depressed. No amount of statistics, could take the place of seeing the reality of what this throwaway attitude did to the living, breathing animal. It was over overwhelming.
Finally Ron stopped in front of a closed door. "That's it," he said, "except for this." I read the sign on the door. "Euthanisation Area."
"Do you want to see one?" he asked. Before I could decline, he interjected, "You really should. You can't tell the whole story unless you experience the end." I reluctantly agreed. "Good." He said "I already cleared it and Peggy is expecting you."
He knocked firmly on the door. It was opened immediately by a middle aged woman in a white lab coat. "Here's the girl I was telling you about," Ron explained. Peggy looked me over. "Well, I'll leave you here with Peggy and meet you in the reception area in about fifteen minutes. I'll have the puppy ready."
With that Ron departed, leaving me standing in front of the stern-looking Peggy. Peggy motioned me in. As I walked into the room, I gave an audible gasp. The room was small and spartan. There were a couple of cages on the wall and a cabinet with syringes and vials of a clear liquid. In the middle of the room was an examining table with a rubber mat on top. There were two doors other than the one I had entered. Both were closed. One said to incinerator room, and the other had no sign, but I could hear various animals noises coming from behind the closed door. In the back of the room, near the door that was marked incinerator were the objects that caused my distress: two wheelbarrows, filled with the bodies of dead kittens and puppies. I stared in horror.
Nothing had prepared me for his. I felt my legs grow weak and my breathing become rapid and shallow. Peggy seemed not to notice my state of shock. She started talking about the euthanisation process, but I wasn't hearing her. I could not tear my gaze away from the wheelbarrows and those dozens of pathetic little bodies.
Finally, Peggy seemed to notice that I was not paying attention to her. "Are you listening?" she asked irritably. "I'm only going to go through this once." I tore my gaze from the back of the room and looked at her.
I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing would come out, so I nodded. She told me that behind the unmarked door were the animals that were scheduled for euthanasia that day. She picked up a chart that was hanging from the wall. "One fifty-three is next," she said as she looked at the chart. "I'll go get him."
She laid down the chart on the examining table and started for the unmarked door. Before she got to the door she stopped and turned around. "You aren't going to get hysterical, are you?" she asked, "Because that will only upset the animals." I shook my head. I had not said a word since I walked into that room. I still felt unsure if I would be able to without breaking down into tears.
As Peggy opened the unmarked door I peered into the room beyond. It was a small room, but the walls were lined and stacked with cages. It looked like they were all occupied. Peggy opened the door of one of the lower cages and removed the occupant. From what I could see it looked like a medium-sized dog. She attached a leash and ushered the dog into the room in which I stood.
As Peggy brought the dog into the room I could see that the dog was no more than a puppy, maybe five or six months old. The pup looked to be a cross between a Lab and a German shepherd. He was mostly black, with a small amount of tan above his eyes and on his feet. He was very excited and bouncing up and down, trying to sniff everything in this new environment.
Peggy lifted the pup onto the table. She had a card in her hand, which she laid on the table next to me. I read the card. It said that number one fifty-three was a mixed Shepherd, six months old. He was surrendered two days ago by a family. Reason of surrender was given as "jumps on children." At the bottom was a note that said "Name: Sam."
Peggy was quick and efficient, from lots of practice, I guessed. She laid one fifty-three down on his side and tied a rubber tourniquet around his front leg. She turned to fill the syringe from the vial of clear liquid. All this time I was standing at the head of the table. I could see the moment that one fifty-three went from a curious puppy to a terrified puppy. He did not like being held down and he started to struggle.
It was then that I finally found my voice. I bent over the struggling puppy and whispered, "Sam. Your name is Sam." At the sound of his name Sam quit struggling. He wagged his tail tentatively and his soft pink tongue darted out and licked my hand. And that is how he spent his last moment. I watched his eyes fade from hopefulness to nothingness It was over very quickly. I had never even seen Peggy give the lethal shot.
The tears could not be contained any longer. I kept my head down so as not to embarrass myself in front of the stoic Peggy. My tears fell onto the still body on the table. "Now you know," Peggy said softly. Then she turned away. "Ron will be waiting for you."
I left the room. Although it seemed like it had been hours, only fifteen minutes had gone by since Ron had left me at the door. I made my way back to the reception area. True to his word, Ron had the puppy all ready to go.
After giving me some instructions about what to feed the puppy, he handed the carrying cage over to me and wished me good luck on my speech. That night I went home and spent many hours playing with the orphan puppy. I went to bed that night but I could not sleep. After a while I got up and looked at my speech notes with their numbers and statistics. Without a second thought, I tore them up and threw them away. I went back to bed.
Sometime during the night I finally fell asleep.
The next morning I arrived at my Speech class with Puppy Doe. When my turn came, I held the puppy in my arms, I took a deep breath, and I told the class about the life and death of Sam. When I finished my speech I became aware that I was crying. I apologized to the class and took my seat.
After class the teacher handed out a critique with our grades. I got an "A." His comments said "Very moving and persuasive."
Two days later, on the last day of class, one of my classmates came up to me. She was an older lady that I had never spoken to in class. She stopped me on our way out of the class room. "I want you to know that I adopted the puppy you brought to class," she said. "His name is Sam."
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A husband and wife are shopping when the man picks up a dozen Fosters stubbies and sticks it into the trolley.
"What do you think you're doing?" asks the wife. "They're on special, only $10 for 12 cans", he says. "Put them back. We can't afford it," says the wife and they carry on shopping.
A few aisles later the woman picks up a $20 jar of face cream and sticks it into the trolley.
"What do you think you're doing?" asks the man, "It's my face cream. It makes me look beautiful," she says. The man replies... "SO DOES 12 CANS OF FOSTERS AND IT'S HALF THE FUCKING PRICE!"
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Two starving cannibals, a father and son, were out trying to get something to eat. They walked deep into the jungle and waited by a path. Before long, along came a little old man. The son said, "Oh Dad, there's one." "No", said the father. "There's not enough meat on that one to even feed the dogs. We'll just wait."
A little while later, along came a really fat man. The son said, "Hey dad, he's big enough." "No", the father said. "We'd all die of a heart attack from the fat in that one. We'll just wait."
About an hour later, there came this absolutely gorgeous woman. The son said, "Now there's nothing wrong with that one Dad, let's eat her." "No", said the father. "Were not going to eat her either." "Why not?" asked the son. "Because, we're going to take her back alive, and eat your mother."
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The old man placed an order for one plain hamburger, fries and a cola.
At the table, he unwrapped the hamburger and carefully cut it in two, placing one half in front of his wife. He then carefully counted out the fries, dividing them into two piles, and neatly placed one pile in front of his wife. He took a sip of the drink and then set down the carton between them.
As he began to eat his few bites of hamburger, the people around them were looking and whispering. Obviously, they were thinking, "That poor old couple - all they can afford is one meal between the two of them". When the man began to eat his fries, a young man came to the table and politely offered to buy another meal for the old couple. The old man said they were fine - they were used to sharing everything.
People closer to the table noticed that the little old lady hadn't eaten a bite. She sat watching her husband eat and occasionally she took turns at sipping the drink.
Again, the young man came over and begged them to let him buy another meal for them. This time the old man said, "No, thank you; we are used to sharing everything".
Finally, as the old man finished and was wiping his face neatly with a napkin, the young man again came over, and spoke to the little old woman, who had yet to eat a bite, and asked, "What is it you are waiting for?"
She answered: "The TEETH."
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A little old lady goes to the doctor and says, "I have this problem with gas, but it really doesn't bother me too much. They never smell and are always silent. As a matter of fact I've farted at least 20 times since I've been here in your office. You didn't know I was farting because they don't smell and are silent."
The doctor says "I see... take these pills and come back to see me next week."
The next week the lady goes back. "Doctor" she says, "I don't know what the hell you gave me but now my farts - although still silent - stink terribly." The doctor says "Good! Now that we've cleared up your sinuses let's work on your hearing..."
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Update finito. Time to break the red eggs...
- Check out the site archives. Go onnnn...
- Next update will be next Thursday... unless i get a better offer...?
- Tell your friends, family, colleagues, co-workers and neighbours to check out ORSM-DOT-NET otherwise my friend Ray will send you a nasty and hurtful SMS [like he does to me]. Something like: "Dear stupid Jew, you are, always have been and always will be a complete disappointment and failure in our eyes. Love Mum & Dad." That's just the kind of guy Ray is.
- Need to clear your conscience? Judge me? Want to fight me? Threaten 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!
Until next time be good, stay off the chems and have a Happy Greek Easter! Enjoy. Mr. Orsm. |
