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i’m sorry yes i’m sorry again {10}

i apologise, but what is it about a fellow human’s suffering that i and others find funny ? i can’t help it and i’m sorry, it is tragic, but our first response ( far too often it seems ) is to laugh at this tragedy, even if only for a short time, all the while apologising for doing so.

a man and his 50 kg .. 100 lb growth on his scrotum 

 contact reporter paul harasim at pharasim@reviewjournal.com

on a different tack, but similar in the way we humans react to others, i have just seen this amazing television commercial from queensland health and i thought that is well worth sharing.

how we treat other defines ourselves, well i know i have to improve and change my mind.
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what a load of cobblers {20}

i’ve been lucky in my life so far, escaped serious drug additcion, tickled with being an alcoholic and have survived my fair share of unsurvivable events. well lately i seem to be spreading my self a bit thin. too much work, real day time work, really great big heaps of blogging work and a shit load of worry. oh and i’ve a pimple the size of a small child on the end of my nose.

you’d think that’d get me down but no, i’m encouraged by the stress and enormous grief ( and strange looks ) that being busy and pimpled brings, it also brings a seriously strained neck and shoulder from my man bag, packed full of manly goodness and some unfortunate wind problems .. wopsie !!

this ranting brings me to the topic for today dear reader, it’s blog related again and it deals with the ever so demanding effort to promote oneself, ( yes your majesty ), it is endless. i have received some tremendous advice from a blogging friend ron, he is the master of “if i had a blog” to which i was lucky to provide a guest post. is this self promotion ?

this nonsense below is the result of changes to tbaoo’s description, keywords and my now tightening the link between facebook and twitter. there is more to come, more fancy seo magic which will push tbaoo into the stratosphere. you might think that’s where i belong.

so any-who, now that i’m busy, straining at the bit with enthusiasm, i can get down to business, post a great steaming load of cobblers, promote it and sit back and reap in thousands of dollars from google .. keep it coming señor.

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some off jokes {1}

back when i had a beautiful “triumph bonneville america” motorcycle, with the personalised registration number tbaoo – ( ah, i see now, you can state with authority ) i ran a website for those interested in the bike. it soon developed into a site providing colourful jokes, some rude pics and silly nonsense. it has sat dormant for some time now. i will proceed to post some of the silly jokes from that site every once and a while. yes, they are old now, like me, but will hopefully provide some levity in a grey world – politically correct, probably not, funny, well you’ll have to decide. the site was a result of the delphi forum phenomenon, i started the triumph bonneville america site page on delphi forums ( it still has my plate in the title ) after joining the standard bonny page.

soon after that the tremendous www.bonnevilleamerica.com site was started ( not by me ) and still remains an incredibly valuable resource for those owners, or prospective owners, wishing to discuss their bikes.

so enough of the serious, let’s get inappropriate …

This is why lawyers should never ask a witness a question if they aren’t prepared for the answer. In a trial, a small Texas town prosecuting attorney called his first witness to the stand – a grandmotherly, elderly woman.  He approached her and asked, “Mrs. Jones, do you know me?  She responded …..

“Why, yes I do know you, Mr. Williams. I’ve known you since you were a young boy, and frankly, you’ve been a big disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, and you manipulate people and talk about them behind their backs. You think you’re a big shot when you haven’t the brains to realize you never will amount to anything more than a two-bit paper pusher.

Yes, I know you.”

The lawyer was stunned. Not knowing what else to do, he pointed across the room and asked, “Mrs. Jones, do you know the defense attorney?”  She again replied,

“Why yes, I do. I’ve known Mr. Bradley since he was a youngster, too. He’s lazy, bigoted, and he has a drinking problem. He can’t build a normal relationship with anyone and his law practice is one of the worst in the entire state. Not to mention he cheated on his wife with three different women. Yes, I know him.”  

The defense attorney almost died! At this point, the judge brought the court room to silence, called both counselors to the bench, and in a very quiet voice, said, “If either of you bastards asks her if she knows me, you’ll be jailed for contempt.

Having a bad day ?

There was a case in one hospital’s Intensive Care ward where patients always died in the same bed, on Sunday morning, at about 11 a.m., regardless of their medical condition.

This puzzled the doctors and some even thought that it had something to do with the supernatural. No one could solve the mystery … as to why the deaths occurred around 11 a.m. on Sundays.
So a worldwide team of experts was assembled to investigate the cause of the incidents. The next Sunday morning, a few minutes before 11 a.m., all doctors and nurses nervously wait outside the ward to see for themselves what the terrible phenomenon was all about. Some were holding wooden crosses, prayer books and other holy objects to ward off the evil spirits.

Just when the clock struck 11… Pookie Johnson, the part-time sunday sweeper, entered the ward and unplugged the life support system so that he could use the vacuum cleaner.

More Having a Bad Day?

The average cost of rehabilitating a seal after the Exxon Valdez oil spill in Alaska was $80,000. At a special ceremony, two of the most expensively saved animals were being released back into the wild amid cheers and applause from onlookers. A minute later, in full view, a killer whale ate them both.

Still think you are having a bad day?

A woman came home to find her husband in the kitchen shaking frantically, almost in a dancing frenzy, with some kind of wire running from his waist towards the electric kettle. Intending to jolt him away from the deadly current, she whacked him with a handy plank of wood, breaking his arm in two places. Up to that moment, he had been happily listening to his Walkman.

Still think you’re having a bad day?

Two animal rights protesters were protesting at the cruelty of sending pigs to a slaughterhouse in Bonn, Germany. Suddenly, all two thousand pigs broke loose and escaped through a broken fence, stampeding madly. The two hopeless protesters were trampled to death.