Apropos absolutely nothing at all.

[Twister_Ken]

This morning I am reminded of Alexei Sayle's definition of the London Marathon.

Eight pints of Pride and a chicken vindaloo.

I'm just off to fall asleep in front of the Blacks vs the Wobblies.

See you all later.

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[kilkerr1]

How true, how true.

And the great man also says:

"Vodka: the poor man's Nintendo."

I'm just off to sail around Essex.

Enjoy the game.

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[claymore]

Re: Apropos Aunt Mildred

Aunt Mildred was a 93 year old woman who was particularly despondent over
> >the recent death of her husband. She decided that she would just kill
> >herself and join him in death.
> >
> >Thinking that it would be best to get it over with quickly, she took out
> >his old Army pistol and made the decision to shoot herself in the heart
> >since it was so badly broken in the first place.
> >
> >Not wanting to miss the vital organ and become a vegetable and a burden
to
> >someone, she called her doctor's office to inquire as to just exactly
> >where the heart would be on a woman. The doctor told her that her heart
> >would be just below her left breast.
> >
> >Later that night, Mildred was admitted to the hospital with a gunshot
> >wound to her knee.


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