<<attempts to make up for previous misdemeanours by raiding someone else's work. It made me laugh but then again maybe it won't you. I can only apologise in advance if it doesn't. But hey.
Anyway, here it is in all its glory, or non-glory depending on your point of view, which is no doubt somewhat different than mine?
slides back into myopia, for me apposite to utopia, which being an eternal pessimist no doubt I will never even get close enough to see without the aid of the Hubble telescope. Though knowing my luck, on the day I break into borrow it the sky will be all dark and clouded over >>
WOMEN'S LIB INTERNATIONAL CONFERENCE:
The first speaker, a lady from England stood and said,
"During last Year's conference, we spoke about being more assertive with
our husbands. Well, after the conference, I went home and told my
husband, Barrington, that I would no longer cook for him and that he
would have to do it himself. After the first day, I saw nothing. The
second day, I saw nothing, but on the third day, I saw that he had
cooked a wonderful roast lamb."
(The crowd cheered).
The second speaker from Russia, stood up and said,
"After last year's conference, I went home and told my husband, Ivan,
that I would no longer do his laundry and that he would have to do it
himself. The first day, I saw nothing. After the second day, I saw
nothing, but on the third day, I saw that he had done not only his own
washing, but mine as well."
(The crowd again cheered).
The third speaker, a Geordie lass, stood up and said,
"Afta last year's conference, I went herm and telt that lazy
ba*tard
of
mine, Geordie,
That I was nae longa pickin up his beer cans, cookin his bait and washin
his kecks and that he was gonna haf to de them hisell.
(The crowd went wild with cheering and clapping that lasted for
five long minutes).
She continued....................................... "Afta the first
day,I nevah saw nowt. Afta the second day I nevah saw nowt, but afta the
thord day, I could see a little bit out of me left eye.
25/09/03
prefer this one 
"why did the medium cross the road?"
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"to talk to the otherside"
Just remember this. This rabble you keep talking about does most of the working, paying and dying in this community.
