Busy Day....

I'll stop banging on about the nights, except to say it would have made a good comedy stint at 3am with both Sylvia and I searching every where for a lost Wheat Bag to try and calm down my shoulder. After 20 minutes we called off the search, no luck, Sylv went back to bed, I tried yet another sleeping position on Black Beauty2.

It was a brain wave that I had in the middle of the night. Try to use alternative methods to ease the pain at night given the tablets just don't cut it. So I am quite excited again tonight, Gen purchased two new Wheat Bags which I will test run tonight. Surely the healing must be well underway by now, and things will settle down.

Reflux and Nausia were the order of today. One of my mates rang me and congratulated me, after reading the blog, for being so bold as to have Indian last night. I actually think bold may be the wrong description, stupid probably would be more appropriate.

I was busy with visitors today, kinda nice to catch up and have a chat. Something that never seems to happen when you are flat out with work committments. 

The day has flown by, and here we are, night time again. I managed to get two naps in as well, and yes, the shoulder pain fired up. Obviously things are better when it is all moving. 

Now for some jokes...Looch has been busy.

Just for the record, because I only seem to use the iPad, a lot of Looch's jokes can't be copied and pasted. If I work out how to do all this on my computer (obsolete things in my view), I have some rippers to include, but let's see what I've got......

1)...
Low Battery
 
(caller of the year)
 
A Young man saved his girlfriend's phone number on his mobile as "LOW BATTERY". 
Whenever she calls him in his absence, his wife takes the phone and plugs it to the charger. 

Give that man a medal!

2) ....
A magician was working on a cruise ship. 

Since the audience was different each week, the magician did the same tricks over and over again. 

There was only one problem: The captain's parrot saw the shows each week and began to understand how the Magician did every trick. 

Once he understood, he started shouting in the middle of the show, "Look, it's not the same hat!" or, "Look, he's hiding the flowers under the table!" Or "Hey, why are all the cards the ace of spades?" 

The magician was furious but couldn't do anything. It was, after all, the Captain's' parrot. 

Then one stormy night on the Pacific, the ship unfortunately sank, drowning almost all who were on board.

The magician luckily found himself on a piece of wood floating in the middle of the sea, as fate would have it ... With the parrot. 

They stared at each other with hatred, but did not utter a word. 

This went on for a day... And then 2 days. And then 3 days. Finally on the 4th day, the parrot could not hold back any longer and said... 



"OK, I give up. Where's the fuckin' ship?"

3) ... I reckon you've seen this one?
 
INTERESTING OBSERVATION.

1. The sport of choice for the urban poor is SOCCER.

2 The sport of choice for maintenance level employees is BASKETBALL.

3 The sport of choice for front-line workers is RUGBY .

4 The sport of choice for supervisors is CRICKET.

5 The sport of choice for middle management is TENNIS.
And.

6 The sport of choice for corporate executives and officers is GOLF.

THE AMAZING CONCLUSION:


The higher you go in the corporate structure, the smaller your balls become.
There must be a ton of people in the Government playing

Marbles.


DESPERATE MAN, SYLVIA TELLS ME THE LAST JOKE IS A REPEAT BUT SURELY SOME OF YOU HAVEN'T READ IT...I NEED MY IT GURUS TO LOAD THE OTHER JOKES WITH PICTURES.

LOVE AND KISSES,

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