testing, just ignore this thread

[tdwyatt]

[tdwyatt]

uhhh... what comes after 87???


DOH!!!! I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO START OVER...


100 bottles of beer on the wall... (j/k, we're already down to 87 )

[tdwyatt]

...and besides, they only get worse...


Shortly after the Korean War, the son of then South Korean President Syngman Rhee was hired as a Life Magazine (remember Life Magazine???) correspondent. The younger Rhee was a remarkably kind, gentle and considerate man, known for his propensity to care for the orphaned of the war and those who were sick or injured during the conflict. He was quite literate and well traveled, but as all of us, he had a dark side: he on occassion loved to drink, usually tequilla, and was known to on rare occasion go on a bender for days. In spite of this perchant to release and go AWOL, he was a dependable and trustworthy soul.

After about two years on the job, Rhee observed a particularly heart-rending case of war-wounded children, then went missing for three days before someone at the magazine's office finally suggested they look for him. Family, friends, other correspondents and even the police were involved in the search. Finally, after intensifying the search to a 24 hour-a-day mission, a policeman walked into a tavern, found the reporter slumped over the bar in a pile of empty bottles and glasses, and cried out...






"Ah, Sweet Mr. Rhee of Life, at last I've found you."

[JennM]

Comedians out of work, and Tom's trying to be funny

86 Bottles of beer on the wall,
86 Bottles of beer.

You take one down, pass it around
85 Bottles of beer on the wall!

(Those jokes are driving me to drink...)

[Mrs_Phishnoob]

85 Bottles of beer on the wall,
85 Bottles of beer.

You take one down, pass it around
84 Bottles of beer on the wall!

(Those jokes are driving me to drink...)

Me too!

[kwjones]

[Mrs_Phishnoob]

[Mrs_Phishnoob]

84 Bottles of beer on the wall,
84 Bottles of beer.

You take one down, pass it around
83 Bottles of beer on the wall!

[tdwyatt]

A 10 year old boy had been constantly asking his mother for a mouse, day afte rday, week after week. Finally he received a white mouse for his birthday and he loved it so much that he never parted with it. He took this mouse everywhere: to the playground, so school, to the library, anyplace he could get away with it.

A few months later, a distant Aunt of the boy died and his parents took him with them to pay their respects. Naturally, he took the mouse, which was hidden away in a pocket of his Sunday jacket. The parents had been close to this aunt, so they all rode in the hearse together to the burial site for the final rites. As it was quite warm, the boy took his jacket off, but realizing that he couldn't take the mouse to the grave side services, he carefully put the mouse in his jacket, the jacket in the hearse, then locked the door so no one would try to steal the mouse. They went to the services, when suddenly the hearse started bouncing around, bumping into other cars at the funeral service, windows cracking, flames erupting out of the vehicle, and finally, the top ripping open, the mouse jumping out and running out of sight!


They all looked everywhere for the mouse, but couldn't find it: it had completely vanished. The boy was suddenly flooded with greif when he remembered an adage his mother had told him, realizing this had all been his fault:






No matter how much you might think you need to, Never, never NEVER lock a gift mouse in the hearse.

[Alice]

WOW!
I am in awe of that one, Tom!

[tdwyatt]

yeah, I need these types of non-medicine diversions to clear my head on the way home each evening...

then again, I could just get TRT on-line 24/7




...oh yeah, 83 bottles of beer on the wall...
...
...
82 bottles of beer on the wall!

[tdwyatt]

and I see that Alice is only 1000 posts away from 5 digits, thank God that Doug has already broken the barrier so we don't have to worry about the world coming to an end...

[JennM]

Originally Posted by tdwyatt

yeah, I need these types of non-medicine diversions to clear my head on the way home each evening...

then again, I could just get TRT on-line 24/7




...oh yeah, 83 bottles of beer on the wall...
...
...
82 bottles of beer on the wall!

Well if you're going to sing it, sing it correctly...

Sing it with me Tom:

83 Bottles of beer on the wall,
83 Bottles of beer.

You take one down, pass it around,
82 Bottles of beer on the wall!

Your turn...

[Alice]

In that case, I'd better get to posting!

81 bottles of beer on the wall, 81 bottles of beer.
Take one down, pass it around, 80 bottles of beer on the wall!

[tdwyatt]

uuhhhhh, what KIND of beer was it???

Did I tell you that Gerhard stopped selling my fave beer? tonight I had to drink St.Pauli Girl Dark and eat fried calamari and seaweed and Knockwurst...


oh, the AGONY of it all...