No sooner do I get connected than I have to shut down, electrician arrives and wants everything turned off while he installs a mains powered smoke detector (new legal requirement). I now know which of the four tanks it is, the council guy pointed it out to me. Note I live on a farm property (rent the house) the meter is a kilometre and a half (about a mile) away across the paddocks. Still no water, rang the council, they came out and found that someone had turned it off at the meter. Had to wait 30 minutes before connecting. Went to get on line and had to arrange an exorcism first - ring the ISP and have them kill a ghost session. Spent the afternoon adding about 4,500 words to a story I'm writting (try if you want to see my other works, one published another accepted and will appear soon). I was going to have lunch in town until I realised I'd forgotten my tablets to take with lunch - quick drive home (I may still get a ticket from the airport traffic control for not responding to communications requests) for tablets and lunch. Drove into Wagga Wagga for the interview and got home about noon, after running a few errands (including collecting my new glasses for use with the computer). Last night it got to below zero degrees celsius, I got up at 7 am to get ready for a job interview 60 kilometres away (thats abour 40 miles for you USA people) and got one tenth of a bath of hot water, and less cold water. I live in Australia and it was near 10 pm our time when I saw the post and replied. "That frog could have been worth millions to you, and you let him go for a mere $500,000!" "Don't worry about it." the man answered. "Are you insane?" the bartender demanded. The man finally agrees, and turns the frog over to the stranger in exchange for the money.
"No," he insists, "he's not for sale." The stranger again increases the offer, this time to $500,000.00 cash. "Sorry," the man replies, "he's not for sale." The stranger increases the offer to $250,000.00 cash up front. While the man is enjoying his beverages, a stranger confronts him and offers him $100,000.00 for the bullfrog. The man reaches into another pocket and pulls out a small bullfrog, who begins to sing along with the rat's music. The rat stretches, cracks his knuckles, and proceeds to play the blues. He reaches into his other pocket and pulls out a tiny piano. The man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny rat.
#So a man walks into a bar and from pulls out a tiny piano free
The rat stretches, cracks his knuckles, and proceeds to play the blues.Īfter the man finished his drink, he asked the bartender, "If I show you an even better trick, will you give me free drinks for the rest of the evening?" The bartender agrees, thinking that no trick could possibly be better than the first.
Everyone have a great week, and somebody take notes for me)Ī man walks into a bar and asks the bartender, "If I show you a really good trick, will you give me a free drink?" The bartender considers it, then agrees. Again no Yuk? And a "humpday" yuk doesn't sound too pure to me, so here goes: (BTW - I'm taking a week off.