|Jenolan||:||To save money web site hosting has been reduced and AWS file hosting of the compendium removed|
|shenley||:||Thanks for the update, Larry. Just spoke to Norm and he sounded in good spirits. He said life in the retirement village was very good. Like you said, he misses all the great RBR days (we all do). I've now got the phone number to his room so it will be easier for me to ring him in the future. He said he had to go because Bingo was on in a few minutes.|
|Jenolan||:||Norm said he is having a lot of problems with his sight, miss all of the old crew RBR was really something grand when it was rocking|
|shenley||:||Thanks, Larry. I was wondering how Norm was getting on in the aged-care facility. I will give him a phone call soon. He said it might be difficult getting through to him now. Not surprised he has retired from RBR scenarios. Pleased he is still OK. Regards, Peter|
|Jenolan||:||Heard from Norm, no more RBR... I am still pondering paying (again) for the latest Trainz and writing Activities using the terrible rule based sessions|
|shenley||:||Nice to hear your updates, Larry. Hope the move hasn't been too much of a problem. Regards, Peter|
|Jenolan||:||Bought a Ryobi lawn mower (battery 18v) to do our tiny lawn, and a transfer pump to use the bath water on the garden|
|Jenolan||:||After more than a month of missing the farm, the worst thing drinking water, miss our clean fresh rain water tanks every day. And the morning kookaburras, maggies, even the wombat|
|Jenolan||:||Weather for West Bathurst (our Endolin) is now active|
|Jenolan||:||We have named our new house Endolin ... see if you can work out the reference. Disney movie, computer based, debug mode on.|
“Send someone over quickly!” the old woman screamed into the phone. “Two naked bikers are climbing up toward my bedroom window!”
“This is the Fire Department, lady,” the voice replied. “I’ll have to transfer you to the Police Department.”
“No, it’s YOU I want!” she yelled. “They need a longer ladder!”
One afternoon while doing some work in the garden I noticed my dog dragging something under the fence. Upon inspection, to my dismay, I realized it was the next door neighbour’s daughter’s rabbit. For years I had watch her come home from school and head straight out to its cage, free it and play with it in the garden. I knew today would be no different and fearing for our dog, I had to think fast.
The rabbit was quite dirty, as if it had put up quite a struggle, so I washed it off with the hose, combed it with the dog brush and blew it dry with the leaf blower. Upon finishing its grooming, I jumped the fence and replaced it back in its cage hoping its death would be written off as “natural causes”. Within the hour, the neighbour’s car pulled in and out popped the little girl, and as usual she headed straight for the cage. Only this time she stopped about six feet away and screamed “DDDDDAAAADDDDDDDYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Her father, panic stricken, stood looking at the cage. Being the good neighbour that I am, I rushed to fence and asked if there was anything I could do.
Her father less than calmly blurted, “What kind of sick individual would dig up a little girl’s dead rabbit and put it back in it’s cage?”
A distinguished young woman on a flight from Switzerland asked the priest beside her, “Father, may I ask a favour?”
“Of course. What may I do for you?”
“Well, I bought an expensive electronic hair dryer that is well over the customs limits and I’m afraid they’ll confiscate it. Is there anyway you could carry it through Customs for me? Under your robes perhaps?”
“I would love to help you, dear, but I must warn you: I will not lie.”
“With your honest face, Father, no one will question you.”
When they got to Customs, she let the priest go ahead of her. The official asked, “Father, do you have anything to declare?”
“From the top of my head down to my waist, I have nothing to declare.”
The official thought this answer strange, so asked, “And what do you have to declare from your waist to the floor?”
“I have a marvellous little instrument designed to be used on a woman, but which is, to date, unused.”
Roaring with laughter, the official said, “Go ahead, Father.” Next!
A blonde gets on an airplane and sits down in the first class section. The stewardess tells her she must move to coach because she doesn’t have a first class ticket.
The blonde replies, “I’m blonde, I’m smart and I have a good job. I’m staying in first class until we reach Jamaica.”
The stewardess gets the head stewardess who asks the woman to leave and she says, “I’m blonde, I’m smart, and I have a good job. I’m staying in first class until we reach Jamaica.”
The stewardesses doesn’t know what to do because they have to get the rest of the passengers seated to take off, so they get the copilot.
The copilot goes up to the blonde and whispers in her ear. She immediately gets up and goes to her seat in the coach section.
The head stewardess asks the copilot what he said to get her to move.
The copilot replies, “I told her the front half of the airplane wasn’t going to Jamaica.”
Not long after his marriage, Joe Jr and his father Joe Sr, met for lunch.
“Well, son,” asked Joe Sr, “how is married life treating you?”
“Not very well, I’m afraid,” sighed Junior. “It seems I married a nun.”
“A nun?” his father questioned.
“That’s right,” moaned Joe Jr. “None in the morning, none at night, and none at all unless I beg!”
Joe Sr nodded knowingly and slapped his boy on the back a couple of times.
“Why don’t we all get together for dinner tonight and have a nice talk?”
Young Joe smiled, “Say, Dad, that’s a great idea!”
“Fine,” replied Joe Sr, “I’ll call home and tell the Mother Superior to set two extra plates.”