by Caliban » Thu Sep 10, 2009 11:51 pm
Gordon Brown decides to resign as Prime Minister and his trusted cabinet colleagues think it would be a worthy gesture to name a railway locomotive after him.
So the next day, a senior Whitehall Minister, 'Sir Humphrey' was sent to investigate the possibilities at the National Railway Museum at York, where an NRM consultant told him - 'We do have a number of locomotives here without names…mostly freight locomotives, though.'
'Oh dear, that's not very fitting for a Prime Minister,' said Sir Humphrey -'How about that big green one, over there?' he enquired, pointing out the famous Flying Scotsman.
'No 4472 already has a name' said the consultant haughtily - 'It is called Flying Scotsman'.
'Oh, couldn't it be renamed?' Sir Humphrey asked - 'This is a national museum after all, funded by the taxpayer.'
'I suppose it might be considered,' said the consultant - 'The LNER did rename a number of their bigger locomotives after company directors. They even renamed one Dwight D Eisenhower in honour of the USA President.'
'That's excellent!' said Sir Humphrey - 'So that's settled it then...we'll rename 4472, but how much will it cost? We can't spend too much, especially in view of the recent expenses scandal.'
'In that case,' said the consultant, 'We can just paint out the 'F'...'"
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A Surgeon went to check on his blonde patient after an operation.
She was awake, so he examined her. "You'll be fine," he said.
She asked, "How long will it be before I am able to have a normal sex life again Doctor?"
The Surgeon seemed to pause, which alarmed the girl.
"What's the matter Doctor? I will be all right, won't I?"
He replied, "Yes, you'll be fine, It's just that no one has ever asked me that after having their tonsils out."
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An elderly Italian man who lived on the outskirts of Rimini , Italy , went to the local church for confession.
When the priest slid open the panel in the confessional, The man said:
'Father .... During World War II, a beautiful Jewish woman from our neighborhood knocked urgently on my door and asked me to hide her from the Nazis. So I hid her in my attic.' The priest replied: 'That was a wonderful thing you did, and you have no need to confess that.'
'There is more to tell, Father.... She started to repay me with sexual favors. This happened several times a week, and sometimes twice on Sundays.'
The priest said, 'That was a long time ago and by doing what you did, you placed the two of you in great danger, but two people under those circumstances can easily succumb to the weakness of the flesh. However, if you are truly sorry for your actions, you are indeed forgiven.'
'Thank you, Father. That's a great load off my mind. I do have one question.'
'And what is that?' asked the priest.
'Should I tell her the war is over?''
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An attorney arrived home late, after a very tough day trying to get a stay of execution. His last minute plea for clemency to the governor had failed and he was feeling worn out and depressed.
As soon as he walked through the door at home, his wife started on him about, 'What time of night to be getting home is this? Where have you been? Dinner is cold and I'm not reheating it'. And on and on and on.
Too shattered to play his usual role in this familiar ritual, he poured himself a shot of whiskey and headed off for a long hot soak in the bathtub, pursued by the predictable sarcastic remarks as he dragged himself up the stairs.
While he was in the bath, the phone rang. The wife answered and was told that her husband's client, James Wright, had been granted a stay of execution after all. Wright would not be hanged tonight.
Finally realizing what a terrible day he must have had, she decided to go up stairs and give him the good news.
As she opened the bathroom door, she was greeted by the sight of her husband, bent over naked, drying his legs and feet.
'They're not hanging Wright tonight,' she said.
He whirled around and screamed, 'FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WOMAN, DON'T YOU EVER STOP?!'
"If you sit still the birds shit on you, even Buddha, life's short so get out there and do something"
"My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and yet I’m happy. I can’t figure it out. What am I doing right?" Snoopy