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Friday Funnies 27-Nov-2009 At 1:15:29 PM MrsM10iswhereitsat.

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Yoo hoo Chockerstone dearies. Hasn't it been an eventful week just gone? Derek my M10 love was reading the ghouly thread about the body found on the cliff by a climber, and he said it reminded him of a recent climbing trip of his.

Gone Climbing.

One lovely morning not long a go, he and another old tradster were out on their way to a new cliff. One slipped off the track deep into a scrubby gully. He proceeded along the gully bed further into a ravine in search of a way out.

He searched diligently through the thick underbrush and suddenly spotted something half shiny. As he got closer, he realised that the shiny object was in fact a sequined chalk bag in the hands of a skeleton lying near an old bouldering mat.

He excitedly called out to his climbing partner: "Hey mate, come here, I got big trouble down here."

His mate comes rummaging through the scrub over to the edge of the ravine and calls out: "What's the matter?"

He shouts back in a nervous voice: "Throw me my rack! Looks like you can't get out of here just with a crashmat!"

The situations one finds themselves in are all a matter of perspective really, and perhaps also on how much they diversify their business, or get charged up about it?
Here are a couple of examples.

Last Daze.

A couple lived near Mt Arapiles and used to walk out there a lot. One summer they noticed a curly haired climber who was there pretty much every day.

He wasn't unusual, nor was the travel bag he carried, except for one thing. He would approach people who were sitting around, glance about him, then speak to them.

Generally, the people would respond negatively and he would wander off, but occasionally someone would nod and there would be a quick exchange of money for something he carried in his bag. The couple assumed he was selling drugs and debated calling the cops, but since they didn't know for sure they just continued to watch him.

After a couple of weeks the wife asked, "Honey, have you ever noticed that he only goes up to people with boom boxes and other electronic devices?"

He hadn't and said so. Then she said, "Tomorrow I want you to get a picnic rug and our big trannie and go sit out there. Then we can find out what he's really doing."

Well, the plan went off without a hitch, and the wife was almost hopping up and down with anticipation when she saw the curly haired one, talk to her husband and then leave. The husband returned to the Pines and met his wife near the road. "Well, is he selling drugs?" she asked excitedly."

No, he's not." he said, enjoying this probably more than he should have.

"Well, what is it, then?" his wife fairly shrieked.

The man grinned and said. "His name is Simon and he's a battery salesperson."

"Batteries?" cried the wife.

"Yes," he replied. "Here is his business card which reads, 'Simon's C cells - only available by the ancient seashore!'"

Big Words.

A teacher asks the class to name things that end with 'tor' that eat things.

The first little boy says, "Alligator."

"Very good, that's a big word."

The second boy says, "Predator."

"Yes, that's another big word. Well done."

Little Johnny pipes up and says, "Vibrator, Miss."

After nearly falling off her chair, she says, "That is a big word, Johnny, but it doesn't eat anything."

"Well my sister has one and she says it eats batteries like there's no tomorrow!"

On 6/11/2009 Mr kuu wrote;
>Make mine black with two sugars please.

You are welcome Mr kuu. It is good to relax isn't it dearie, as sometimes by the weeks end, it is easy to feel all pondered out.