On Thu, 11 Dec 2008 23:57:58 -0000, Michael A. Terrell wrote:


Peter Hucker wrote:

Your humour is deteriorating.

You said that I have no sense of humor. How can it be deteriorating?

You don't accept anyone else's humour, but you attempt to create your own. It's getting worse.

You haven't read any of my comedy Sci-Fi writing, so what do you know?

I was of course only referring to your activities within the group.

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A bloke is in a queue at the Super Market when he notices that the rather dishy blonde behind him has just raised her hand and smiled hello to him.
He is rather taken aback that such a looker would be waving to him, and although familiar he can't place where he might know her from, so he says "Sorry, do you know me?"
She replies "I maybe mistaken, but I thought you might be the father of one of my children!"
His mind shoots back to the one and only time he has been unfaithful, "Christ!" he says "are you that stripogram on my stag night that I shagged on the snooker table in front of all my mates while your mate whipped me with some wet celery and stuck a cucumber up my arse?"
"No" she replies, "I'm your son's English Teacher"