European humour
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An Australian ventriloquist visiting Wales, walks into a small village and sees a local sitting on his porch patting his dog. He figures he'll have a little fun.
Ventriloquist: "G'day Mate! Good looking dog, mind if I speak to him?"
Villager: "The dog doesn't talk, you stupid Aussie. "
Ventriloquist: "Hello dog, how's it going mate?"
Dog: "Doin' all right. "
Villager: (look of extreme shock)
Ventriloquist: "Is this villager your owner?" (pointing at the villager)
Dog: "Yep"
Ventriloquist: "How does he treat you?"
Dog: "Real good. He walks me twice a day, feeds me great food and takes me to the lake once a week to play. "
Villager: (look of utter disbelief)
Ventriloquist: "Mind if I talk to your horse?"
Villager: "Uh, the horse doesn't talk either... . I think. "
Ventriloquist: "Hey horse, how's it going?"
Horse: "Cool"
Villager: (absolutely dumbfounded)
Ventriloquist: "Is this your owner?" (pointing at the villager)
Horse: "Yep"
Ventriloquist: "How does he treat you?"
Horse: "Pretty good, thanks for asking. He rides me regularly, brushes me down often and keeps me in the barn to protect me from the elements. "
Villager: (total look of amazement)
Ventriloquist: "Mind if I talk to your sheep?"
Villager: "The sheep's a f***ing liar!
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A philosophy professor stood before his class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly he picked up a large empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with rocks, rocks about 1 inch in diameter. He then asked the students if the jar was full? They agreed that it was.
So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas between the rocks. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The students laughed. The professor picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. "Now," said the professor, "I want you to recognise that this is your life. The rocks are the important things - your family, your partner, your health, your children - things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.
The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else. The small stuff. " "If you put the sand into the jar first, there is no room for the pebbles or the rocks. The same goes for your life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.
Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out dancing. There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, give a dinner party and various other mundane chores. " "Take care of the rocks first - the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand. "
But then...
A student then took the jar which the other students and the professor agreed was full, and proceeded to pour in a glass of beer. Of course the beer filled the remaining spaces within the jar making the jar truly full.
The moral of this tale is: - that no matter how full your life is, there is always room for BEER.
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Pierre, a brave French fighter pilot, takes his girlfriend,
Marie, out for a pleasant little picnic by the River Seine. It's a
beautiful day, and love is in the air. Marie leans over to Pierre and says:
"Pierre, kiss me!" Our hero grabs a bottle of Merlot and splashes it on
Marie's lips. "What are you doing, Pierre?", says the startled Marie. "I am Pierre the fighter pilot! When I have red meat, I have red wine!" She smiles and they start kissing.
When things began to heat up considerably. " Our hero tears her blouse
open, grabs a bottle of Chardonnay and starts pouring it all over her
breasts. "Pierre! What are you doing?" asks the bewildered Marie. "I am Pierre the fighter pilot! When I have white meat, I have white wine!"
They resume their passionate interlude and things really steam
up. Marie leans close to his ear and whispers, "Pierre, kiss me lower!" Our hero rips off her lingerie, grabs a bottle of Cognac and pours it in her lap. He then strikes a match and sets the brandy on fire. Marie shrieks and dives into the river. Standing waist deep, Marie throws her arms up and screams furiously,
"PIERRE, WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Our hero
stands up, defiantly, and "I am Pierre, the fighter pilot! If I go
down,... ... ... I go down in flames!"
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Two guys trying to get in a quick eighteen holes, but there are two terrible
lady golfers in front of them hitting the ball every where but where it's
supposed to go.
The first guy says, "Why don't you go over and ask if we can play through?
"The second guy gets about halfway there and comes back.
The first guy says, "What's wrong? "He says, "One of them is my wife, and the other one is my mistress. "
The first guy says, "That could be a problem. I'll go over. " He gets about
halfway there and comes back. The second guy says, "What's wrong? "The
first guy says, "Small world. "