Funnies and Blethers ...





Hi Folks,



A married couple were on holiday in Jamaica . They were touring around the market-place looking at the goods and when they passed a small sandal shop. From inside they heard the shopkeeper with a Jamaican accent say, 'You foreigners? Come in. Come into my humble shop.'

So the married couple walked in. The Jamaican said to them, 'I 'ave some special sandals I tink you would be interested in. Dey makes you wild at sex.'
Well, the wife was really interested in buying the sandals after what the man claimed, but her husband felt he really didn't need them, being the Sex God that he was. The husband asked the man, 'How could sandals make you a sex freak?'

The Jamaican replied, 'Just try dem on, Mon.'
Well, the husband, after some badgering from his wife, finally gave in and tried them on. As soon as he slipped them onto his feet, he got this wild look in his eyes, something his wife hadn't ever seen before !

In the blink of an eye, the husband grabbed the Jamaican, bent him over the table, yanked down his pants, ripped down his own pants, and grabbed a firm hold of the Jamaican's thighs.


The Jamaican began screaming: ' Nooo! You got dem on de wrong feet! '


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I found this next item in another blog and when I came across it, it reminded me of my first house after I got married and left my parents home it was a tiny flat, we had a small living room and bedroom and a wee hallway, what we didn't have' was a bathroom (blimey never mind a bathroom, we didn't even have a toilet). We had to go out of the flat into the main passageway of the building and in order to use the toilet which was at the end of the closemouth at the back of the building. (The only good point about it was that at least we were the only people to use it and didn't have to share it with other families).... When I read this poem it brought back a lot of memories .....

That Little House Out Back ...

There's been a lot of landmarks victimized by passing years.
For one though , nearly obsolete, there's been no rush of tears.
It played its part in history, it was a friend in need to all mankind,
both rich and poor who did his daily deed.
For an endangered species there has been a lack, To save it for posterity -
That little house out back.

Now some were built with just one seat, others three or four of different sizes.
Some for kids were built close to the floor. It was a place to smoke or think,
Or dream at close of day, while looking through the catalogue, At what was on display.
But icy winds of winter that would whistle through a crack,Discouraged one to loiter
In that little house out back.

They were all alike in some respect, yet differed one and all
Construction didn't matter much at times when nature'd called
some were fancy, some were plain, some painted red or white,
All had a well - used beaten trail that led there day or night.
Though some were open to the wind, of privacy a lack,
It served its useful purpose ~ it did
That little house out back.

Preserved now in museums, you 'll find it on display,
The artifacts of pioneers, used in an early day. From furniture to farming tools,
And rigs for thrashing grain, and shoes of oxen pulling,
Covered wagons' cross the plain.
And logging gear, and ancient locomotives on the track.
Yet, how often have we seen preserved,
That little house out back?

(Author Unknown).

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"Friendship is like a china cup
once broken - it can be mended
but the crack is always there."

Nozipho Buthelezi...





Cheers from the land of the Tartan, Love, Kate xxx.