Zitat von Pit aus Detmold im Beitrag #8414H - P, frag doch mal Maggi ob es gegen Deinen fiesen Humor irgendwelche Pillen gibt. So ab Kaliber .357 könnte helfen.
Haben deine Eltern inzwischen eigentlich eine Waschmaschine?
Irland und Schottland stehen ja 2015 auf meiner (viel zu langen) Wunschliste. Dann probiere ich das mal aus. Sollte mit der W nicht soo schwierig sein!
Also ich muss schon sagen, dass die beim TÜV schon ziemlich kleinlich sind. Das meiste sind doch durchaus taugliche und effektive Instandsetzungen oder Erhaltungsmaßnahmen.
In einem Dorf in Afrika lebt als einziger Weißer ein Missionar. Eines Tages kommt ein Eingeborener zu ihm und fragt: "Wie kann es sein, dass meine Frau gerade ein Kind bekommen hat, das nicht so schwarz ist wie ich, sondern weiß?" Der Missionar schaut ihn lange an und überlegt, wie er die Sache mit den Genen und den Mutationen usw. erklären soll, und dass so etwas in hunderten von Jahren schon einmal vorkommen könne. Da fällt sein Blick auf die große Schafherde die gerade an seiner Hütte vorbeizieht. "Schau diese Schafe" sagt er, "sie sind alle weiß nur dort hinten sehe ich ein schwarzes Schaf, es ist das einzige in der gesamten Herde..." "Ja, ja, schon gut.", unterbricht ihn darauf der Eingeborene, "Alles klar. Ich sage nichts mehr, und Du verrätst mich auch nicht."
Grüße PeWe
"...Ich fahre so langsam, dass man mich nicht blitzen muss – mich kann man malen!"
This is a story about a couple who had been happily married for years, the only friction in their marriage was the husband’s habit of farting loudly every morning when he awoke the noise would wake his wife and the smell would make her eyes water and make her gasp for air.
Every morning she would plead with him to stop ripping them off because it was making her sick. He told her he couldn't stop it and that it was perfectly natural. She told him to see a doctor, she was concerned that one day he would blow his guts out. The years went by and he continued to rip them out. Then one Christmas day morning, as she was preparing the turkey for dinner and he was upstairs sound asleep, she looked at the innards, neck, gizzard, liver and all the spare parts, and a malicious thought came to her.
She took the bowl and went upstairs where her husband was sound asleep and, gently pulling the bed covers back, she pulled back the elastic waistband of his underpants and emptied the bowl of turkey guts into his shorts. Sometime later she heard her husband waken with his usual trumpeting which was followed by a blood curdling scream and the sound of frantic footsteps as he ran into the bath room.
The wife could hardly control herself as she rolled on the floor laughing, tears in her eyes! After years of torture she reckoned she had got him back pretty good. About twenty minutes later, her husband came downstairs in his blood stained underpants with a look of horror on his face. She bit her lip as she asked him what was the matter.
He said, “Honey you were right… all these years you have warned me and I didn't listen to you.” “What do you mean?” asked his wife. “Well, you always told me that one day I would end up farting my guts out, and today it finally happened, but by the grace of god, some Vaseline and two fingers. I think I got most of them back in…….............…..”