Our local crematorium has a box out side the back door where you can have your pick of dentures and as a bonus spectacles too. Sometimes they have walking sticks you can use to put the holes in doughnuts but you have to be quick for them.


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LOL, good onya fella's Yeah, that walking stick would be the shot for making the donut holes PD. Now Skip, how would ya go about carrying a couple of mugs o tea & 1/2 dozen donuts.................
There was an old limmerick revolving around teeth, went someth'in like;
One night a man from Blackheath,
Sat down on his false pair of teeth,
He jumped up in fright,
And checking in light,
Found he'd bitten himself underneath!

Yeah I know, it's not exactly rib splitting stuff but I'd hate to guess how old it'd be. With the talk of false teeth, it just popped into my head!
Anyway, enough from me,
Hooroo for now

skiproosel wrote on Mar 3^rd, 2008 at 6:18pm:


Hey Skip, thanks a lot! Ya know, I never even realised that the milestone had ticked over until you pointed it out Thanks also for the vote of confidence. You're on my list of regulars that I usually tune in to. I've had laughs a'plenty at more than one of your posts & have enjoyed the ride so far.
Today would be the most I've spent in front of the 'puter for a good while. Have come down with a dose of the lurgy - nothing too serious though, so have been taking it a bit slow. Ducking in & out of COCIA every few hrs.
In general though, I struggle to get the time to muck around with it as much as I'd like too. I do intend to gets some pics posted at some stage. It's been just enough to come in, check the latest posts & then on with the evening routine. Still, a bloke's not Robinson Crusoe in that department.
Anyway, more later.
Hooroo for now 

Hey Skip,
You bloody skite   I near fell outta me chair with that donut quip, - funny as
Small wonder a bloke keeps com'in back!! - good one
Hooroo,
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Oh, & about the rum.
An 'Old Pensioner ' once made me a 'rum & bonox' back when I was nuth'in but a lad - during my apprenticeship days at Moree. Big slug o 'homebrand' rum, the smell'd near stiffen a dog at 40 paces, let alone the taste. Cured the wog & any future desire for rum that I may have harboured, as I've not been able to stand the smell of the stuff since - who knows, the old bloke might have done me a favour yet! Then again, maybe with the OJ it's not too bad
Take it easy, eh?

Good onya Derek
Looks like it might be back in your court Skip
Hooroo
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