Wednesday's whack…

Howdy folks!

Hope the weekend treated you well?

Had enough rest, spent enough time with the family to last for another year?

Me? I’m still on extended sabattical.

Have heard not a single thing from any of the quarters that has my CV.

At least the kid has his car back now so he won’t have to use mine anymore.

But now the petrol round starts again, and with petrol going up tonight – yes well.

Screwed would be a good thing!

Read this story today on the news.

Sure, old Jack is a worldclass poepol.

Personally I don’t like his stuff, so I won’t go to any concert that he’s part of.

And, because of that, you don’t mix him and Die Antwoord with Steve Hofmeyr and Juanita du Plessis!!

His trademark is filth. That’s what he does. That’s what people expect of him.

I don’t, as a rule do Afrikaans music – not even the threat of a dying language can make me do that – I’ll read the books and newspapers, insist on it being spoken correctly, and converse in it, but the music? Not so much.

however, even I know what potting on the scene, so, putting Jack up after Steve smacks of stupidity from the organisers.

Of course, it gives ol’ Jack publicity and that’s never a bad thing I suppose ๐Ÿ˜‰


Onwards to the last bt of the day…

Busy Bus Stop

In a crowded city at a busy bus stop, a woman who was waiting for a bus was wearing a tight leather skirt. As the bus stopped and it was her turn to get on, she became aware that her skirt was too tight to allow her leg to come up to the height of the first step of the bus.
Slightly embarrassed and with a quick smile to the bus driver, she reached behind her to unzip her skirt a little, thinking that this would give her enough slack to raise her leg.

Again, she tried to make the step only to discover she still couldn’t.
So, a little more embarrassed, she once again reached behind her to unzip her skirt a little more.
For the second time, attempted the step, and, once again,
and much to her chagrin, she could not raise her leg.
With a little smile to the driver, she again reached behind to unzip
a little more and again was unable to make the step.

About this time, a large Texan who was standing behind her picked her up easily by the waist and
placed her gently on the step of the bus.

She went ballistic and turned to the would-be Samaritan and screeched, “How dare you touch my body!
I don’t even know who you are!’

The Texan smiled and drawled,
“Well, ma’am, normally I would
agree with you, but after you unzipped
my fly three times, I kinda
figured we was friends.”


4 comments on “Wednesday's whack…

  1. Heheh @ the joke. Very funny. I’d never heard of Jack Parow, until I read the story. ๐Ÿ˜‰ xxx

  2. Jack seems a very good person not to have heard of – I’ll pretend I never read this, and keep it that way.Heehee at the Texan.

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