Hello, Heather ...

You wrote to Miles Maxted on Wednesday 10 September 2003
about "Spring, anybody ?" :

 MM>> Which American poet raved on about "De spring is sprung, de
 MM>> boidies sing..." ?

 HL> Ummm... dunno!

 MM>> Whomsoever ... it sounds much better than "Hands up,
 MM>> Irak!"...

 HL> "Hands up" where?

Reminds me of the guy who took his wife shopping.  Just as they pulled into
the supermarket car park, the car started playing up.  He told his wife to
go ahead and do the shopping - and he would fix the car while she was away
- he didn't want to go into the supermarket wearing shorts, anyway.

On return to the car, the wife observed a pair of legs in shorts sticking
out from under the car, and a small crowd of onlookers ... and she noticed
that
the shorts had ridden up a little and what were supposed to be his private
parts were now rather public parts - so she bends down, all businesslike,
deftly puts her hand up the leg of his shorts, and re-arranges things so
that dignity was restored.

Having done her good deed for the day she stands up to see -  across the
bonnet of the car - her husband chatting with one of the onlookers.

The mechanic is reported to have needed six stitches in his head.


Regards,

        Nicolaas


Email: raptor [at] top [dot] net [dot] nz

21:33 NZST (UTC+12), Friday 19 September 2003



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