Sweet dreams gang-------this little Luci(fer) is heading for bed!
It's that typical German "yeke" in my Armando. If it says "don't" - I dont! One reason Im not a millionair yet - *sigh* ;-)))
WELL --- Armando would call it: "what the hell are you "shpelling" again"!!!!!!
"My daughter Gloria visited your country at least twice. One of them, she was "based" at Bournemouth. "
One of my sons lives in Bournemouth Armando.. didn't get to see him this trip due to other commitments.
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"Terry, my wife is English, be careful! "
lol... Jerry, my wife is NA and I am very careful..:-)
"My ancestors were English and Scot. "
Mine are a pretty mixed bag Rebecca..:-)
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I hadn't heard about Frau Holle Trixi.. lol... loved those colourful VW's...:-)
lol.. I'm not saying how many pounds I now have to remove from my middle.
Got back to a sunny 72 F and spring has arrived.. I'll take a couple of pics later..
In the meantime here's one of some lambs taken a couple of days ago in the UK..:-)
Just an idea for Valentine's Day.
An itinerant worker arrived at the farm for his annual visit and asked the farmer if there was any work he could do.
"Yes", said the farmer.. "there are two fields that you can plough for me".
The worker set to and after a couple of days had ploughed the two fields.
The farmer came by to inspect his work and saw that there was a small patch unploughed in the first field.
"Why have you left that small patch unploughed?" he asked.
"Sir, I left it unploughed because that is the spot where I first made love" he replied.
The farmer laughed and moved on to the second field. Once again there was a small patch left unploughed.
The farmer asked "And why is there an unploughed patch in this field?"
"That is where my first love's Mother was standing at the time" replied the worker.
"She was standing there?? What did she say??" asked the farmer.
"Baaaaaaaaaaaa... Baaaaaaaaa!!!" the worker replied
Good luck with the exhibition!!... lol... and with the accursed tax..
Sheeeeesh.. it's hard to believe how much mail/email accumulates in a short time away....:-)
An Italian Confession
An elderly Italian man who lived on the outskirts of Rimini, Italy, went to the local church for confession. When the priest slid open the panel in the confessional, the man said: Bless Me, Father for I have sinned... During World War II, a beautiful Jewish woman from our neighborhood knocked urgently on my door and asked me to hide her from the Nazis. So I hid her in my attic."
The priest replied: "That was a wonderful thing you did, and you have no need to confess that." "There is more to tell, Father... She started to repay me with sexual favors of all kinds. This happened several times a week, and sometimes twice on Sundays." The priest said, "That was a long time ago and by doing what you did, you placed the two of you in great danger. But two people under those circumstances can easily succumb to the weakness of the flesh. However, if you are truly sorry for your actions, you are indeed forgiven." "Thank you, Father. That's a great load off my mind. I do have one more question." "And what is that?" asked the priest.
"Should I tell her the war is over?'
I guess we're quite a lot further South than you are..:-)
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