One day Inzi goes to the doctor and says 'Doc, I ache all over. Everywhere I touch it hurts.'The doctor says'OK. Touch your elbow.
Inzi touches his elbow and winces in genuine pain.
The doctor, surprised, says 'Touch your head.
Inzi touches his head and jumps in agony.
The doctor asks him to touch his knee and the same thing happens.
Everywhere Inzi touches it hurts like hell.
The doctor is stumped and orders a complete examination with x-rays, etc. and tells Inzi to come back in two days.
Two days later Inzi comes back and the doctor says;'We've found your problem.
Inzi: 'Oh yeah? What is it?'
Doctor: 'You've broken your finger!
Monday, 8 August 2005
Friday, 18 February 2005
Baptist Cowgirl... !!
A cowgirl, who is visiting Texas from Arkansas, walks into a bar and orders three mugs of Canadian.
She sits in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn.
When she finishes them, she comes back to the bar and orders three more. The bartender approaches and tells the cowgirl, "You know, a mug goes flat after I draw it. It would taste better if you bought one at a time."
The cowgirl replies, "Well, you see, I have two sisters. One is in Australia, the other is in Dublin. When we all left our home in Arkansas, we promised that we'd drink this way to remember the days when we drank together. So I'm drinking one beer for each of my sisters and one for myself."
The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it there.
The cowgirl becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same way. She orders three mugs and drinks them in turn.
One day, she comes in and only orders two mugs. All the regulars take notice and fall silent. When she comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says, "I don't want to intrude on your grief but I wanted to offer my condolences on your loss."
The cowgirl looks quite puzzled for a moment, then a light dawns in her eyes and she laughs.
"Oh, no, everybody's just fine," she explains, "it's just that my husband and I joined the Baptist Church and I had to quit drinking. Hasn't affected my sisters, though."
From Sandra Noronha; Friday, February 18, 2005
She sits in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn.
When she finishes them, she comes back to the bar and orders three more. The bartender approaches and tells the cowgirl, "You know, a mug goes flat after I draw it. It would taste better if you bought one at a time."
The cowgirl replies, "Well, you see, I have two sisters. One is in Australia, the other is in Dublin. When we all left our home in Arkansas, we promised that we'd drink this way to remember the days when we drank together. So I'm drinking one beer for each of my sisters and one for myself."
The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it there.
The cowgirl becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same way. She orders three mugs and drinks them in turn.
One day, she comes in and only orders two mugs. All the regulars take notice and fall silent. When she comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says, "I don't want to intrude on your grief but I wanted to offer my condolences on your loss."
The cowgirl looks quite puzzled for a moment, then a light dawns in her eyes and she laughs.
"Oh, no, everybody's just fine," she explains, "it's just that my husband and I joined the Baptist Church and I had to quit drinking. Hasn't affected my sisters, though."
From Sandra Noronha
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