Chinese Food

A couple go for a meal at a Chinese restaurant and order the 'Chicken Surprise'.
The waiter brings the meal, served in a lidded cast iron pot.

Just as the wife is about to serve herself, the lid of the pot rises slightly and she briefly sees two beady little eyes looking around before the lid slams back down.

'Good grief, did you see that?' she asks her husband. He hasn't, so she asks him to look in the pot. He reaches for it and again the lid rises, and he sees two little eyes looking around before it slams down.

Rather perturbed, he calls the waiter over, explains what is happening, and demands an explanation.
'Please sir,' says the waiter, 'what you order?'
The husband replies, 'Chicken Surprise.'


'Ah! So sorry,' says the waiter, 'I bring you Peeking Duck'.

British Petrol ;)

A man was driving down the road and ran out of gas. Just at that moment, a bee flew in his window.

The bee said, 'What seems to be the problem?'

'I've run out of petrol,' the man replied.

The bee told the man to wait right there and flew away. Minutes later, the man watched as an entire swarm of bees flew to his car and into his gas tank. After a few minutes, the bees flew out.
'Try it now,' said one bee.

The man turned the ignition key and the car started right up. 'Wow !' the man exclaimed, 'what did you put in my tank'?

The bee answered: "BP"

North and South

I thought it might be time to change the look of my livejournal. Back to the basics more or less...
First I intended to use the grey scale but I changed it to brown colours. It looked less depressing.

But now to something completely different (the new love part in the header).

To all those Germans and others who've been afflicted with Charles Dickens during their English lessons.
At least I suffered from. We had to read Hard Times. The first thing I did, I went to the book store and bought the German translation of it. To tell the truth, it didn't make the story any better. Since I left school I even tried to read Oliver Twist and David Copperfield. But every time I started I only managed to read a couple of chapters. Even with the film versions I never reached the end. I don't like the way he describes things.

But I'm absolutely fond of Jane Austen novels or those by the Bronte sisters. Well, my English teachers are not to thank for that.
After I left school I thought it might be a good thing to practise English and to improve my vocabulary with watching English videos. No DVD at that time.
It must have been around 1996 when I stumbled over this marvellous BBC adaptation of Pride and Prejudice at the store that sold OV videos here in Germany. And after I had bought my first DVD player about five years ago and had made a trip to London I bought there at the BBC store my copy of Pride and Prejudice on DVD.

A friend of mine whom I had lent my Jane Austen DVDs recently recommended a BBC production of North and South. First I thought it was a new adaptation of this mini serie with Patrick Swayze.
'No' she said. 'If you like Pride and Prejudice you will fall for North and South.'
She was absolutely right. North and South is brilliant and I think slightly (but only slightly) better than Pride and Prejudice. And I've downloaded the e-book at Gutenberg.org and started reading right away.

As the German version (my friend had lent me her DVD) is cut (I really don't know why they did that) I bought the English copy which is about 30 minutes longer. And I bought Wives and Daughters as well. It is the second adaptation (chronologically the first) of an Elizabeth Gaskell novel.
I was astonished to learn from the extras on this DVD that she was a contemporary of Charles Dickens. I don't want to think about the possibility how much better I might have liked my English lessons if we had to read e.g. North and South. And Gaskell describes the social grievances as detailed as Dickens but without his brutal 'Gothic' touch. 'I'm sorry' to all the Dickens fans out there but I think her the better novelist.

So if you like Pride and Prejudice and like a good (love) story you must see North and South.

Here is the BBC web site and here are Gaskell's novels as e-books on Gutenberg.org.

And if you are in Germany make sure to watch the British version because, the DVD has subtitles, the Germany dubbing could be better and it is uncut.

And now I'm going back to watch episodes 3 and 4 for the umpteenth time.

A Happy New Year to all of you.

WM 2006

Well, the football world championship 2006 casts the first big signs at the skyscrapers in Frankfurt.
    I believe since a good month most of the shops go crazy with the upcoming event. I’ve witnessed some smaller and bigger lapses in taste.
Unfortunately I don’t have a mobile phone with a photo device, so I’m not able to document all these things.
But you can buy (if you think it’s necessary):
- a cutting board in a design of a football field.
- slippers with the official logo (there are also slips)
- hand knitted pullovers in green with the field borders stitched on in white
- the mascot “Goleo” in different sizes. Btw the factory, which makes the animal, is unable to pay, so much for the success of this toy.
And there are also the usual suspects like football shirts, scarves, hats, big gloves, make-up kits etc. etc. etc.


And some of the ideas show no taste at all.
For example the FIFA demanded that everyone in Germany who used the letters “WM 2006” or something similar should pay a high royalty to them. Strictly speaking that meant also the organisers of a chess world championship would have to pay the FIFA. It seems the FIFA thinks “L’état c’est moi”.
But the court put the kibosh on it. YA!


I’m determined not to be affected by this commerce. Even if I have to admit that I did play with the idea to buy a pair of slippers (I needed a new pair and the ones with the logo were the cheapest). But I overcame the temptation!
And I don’t have a ticket nor did I apply for one. I refuse to strip myself with all my personal data just to be able to apply and maybe and possibly get a ticket. You even had to pay in advance. This is an interest free credit for the FIFA for about half a year. Someone calculated that they would gain about 10 Mio Euros with this procedure.


I’ll be anxious to know what mayhem the security with the personalised tickets causes. Because the big sponsors refuse to personalise their ticket allocation, i.e. the VIP-tickets. It could be that the high society is not allowed to enter the stadiums. Could you picture that? Well, I don’t. They will get in but the mass of the “unimportant” ticket holders will have those problems.
I believe there will be some reports about such situations (if they occur) in the newspapers.


But I won’t be able to escape the whole event, lucky me, the “big” games in Frankfurt are on weekends or in the evening so I’ll be able to get home by train without being too much affected.
As my neighbours are German and Italian, I picture myself sitting on the balcony and listening to the “UUUUHS” and “AAAAHS” and “GOOOAAAL” while they’re watching TV.
There’s no need to watch the game yourself, because you get all the information through the sounds you hear.


So put a good face on the matter.

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Had I thought I wouldn't be affected with the first football game in Frankfurt? Well; I am, sort of. The Römerberg is at the moment completely (mostly) taken over by English football fans. As the game starts on Saturday, 10th at 3 p.m. they have around 50 hours to sing (better to chant) and shout.
I was pleased to see that the police showed a low profile so the things didn’t get out of hand. The German police are assisted by British police forces (Metropolitan Police and London Police).
British and Germans police combined are a wonderful motive to take photos. Some of the Japanese and Chinese tourists make excessive use of that possibility.

But they fans still shout. It's impossible to understand what they chant. Maybe I should ask them what they are shouting. How will they make it until Saturday afternoon?

There are also some Paraguayan fans who are demanding for German girls. And a lonely trumpet sounds through the streets.

All this seems so interesting that the first TV-stations make their first reports about all this. 
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Ok, I give up. By now the Römerberg is completely taken over by English football fans. All you can see is white and red. The Sun and another company have send two double decker buses and you can be photographed with two pretty and well endowed girls (I wouldn't mind two well endowed men but as it is I skipped the photo).

The fans still have 26 hours until first match, they'll be pissed when the match starts.
And I gave in in another way my lunch was a sandwich today. I thought about going to Subways but that would have meant to fight a way through the fan crowds. So I went to an original English sandwich shop, Hitchcock’s. It way better than Subways and no English fans at all.

So football’s coming home!

Cheers!
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The Römerberg is back to normal. At least until the 21th. I don’t think the fans of Togo and South Korea will make such a whirl like the English, even if I’ve already spotted some Korean fans. Time for the pub owners to restock their beer supply. But on Wednesday week the town will drown in orange, and blue-white. The next big game is The Nederland’s vs. Argentina, which means that I’ll have to decide between

Huup, Holland, Huup!

Or

Argentina, Argentina!

Yesterday has been a nation wide shopping Sunday (in Germany shops normally remain closed on Sundays, I wonder how North-Americans or British tourist cope with that) I was hunting for a German flag. It turned out to be a little bit difficult. It seemed the only possibility to get hold of a flag was to buy the whole shop. Maybe they wanted to balance their budget through that. That’s what I dislike about the whole event.

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Finally, the Koreans had conquered the Römerberg. Their drums sounded through the streets. But that’s gone now. The major part of the place has been closed down because of the reception of the South Korean prime minister and her entourage. Petra Roth stood atop of the main staircase laid-out with a red carpet. 

Because of that I had some difficulties to get to lunch. (Lucky the reception for Prince William had been on a Saturday by the Roland Koch, so no screaming teenagers then.) I wanted to cross the Römerberg right at the moment when the prime minister arrived. About six black cars and two large busses.

I don’t think there’s any danger of a reception for any Iranian politician. But maybe the Portuguese president will come that Saturday. So I won’t be there even if forced to.

 

To tell the truth I don’t like Petra Roth very much, not because of her political orientation but as a person. At the several occasions I meet her, she didn’t come across very warmly. She has more effect when you see her on TV than in reality. Maybe that’s because she is short, about a half a foot shorter than I am.

But with Roland Koch it’s quite the opposite. On TV he resembles more the proverbial “Honigkuchenpferd”. But if you actually meet him he seems to be somewhat charming. (But that doesn’t extend to his political side. >:-])
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It's really peaceful and quiet. Might change next Wednesday when the Dutch fans invade Frankfurt.

So nothing really new. I've just seen the first Portuguese fans with there dark red shirts.

The games have been boring especially Brazil. Maybe it's heating up with the round of the "last sixteen"
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Now you have not only to plan around your family obligations but also around the football world cup.

I believe you could cope with the three fans on the Römerberg who played tangos. But with the cheering crowds walking to the Main to get to the Main Arena for the broadcast of this day’s game Germany vs. Ecuador, I think that could ruin the happiest day in your life. Just think, you step out of the registry office and you are greeted with shouting fans. Not my idea of a wedding day!

The Dutch team for tomorrow’s game in the Waldstation must have been arrived. Because my boss told me he was almost run over by the Dutch team bus.

Not sights of Dutch fans but an Argentine looking for tickets.

And tomorrow there’ll be a be reception on the Römerberg for the Dutch crown prince and his wife. As she’s a born Argentine I wonder for whom she’ll cheer (i. e. if she does cheer). 
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Finally I managed to take my photo with me and here are some impressions from the Römerberg.













It’s completely taken over by Dutch football fans (some Argentine mingled within). Their party might not be as big as the one the English fans made but it’s as peaceful and in the same good spirits. (The whole place spells like pub!) The Justicia on the fountain lost her sword to the English… I wonder what will be missing after the Dutch have left. That’s it for now.
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This morning in the Underground trains there where several flyers against the „support“ of prostitution. I’m not certain why they handed them out. Maybe because of tomorrow’s football game Brazil vs. France.

But then I wonder why the text had been in German, English and Spanish? German and English all right, but Spanish?

Maybe they hadn’t considered that Brazil is the only non-Spanish speaking country in South-America. Any way if the game will be as boring as the other Brazilian ones…

My only hope is that their fans are better at throwing a party on the Römerberg than their team did in the arenas.

Sunday week the whole event will be history. No mayor difficulties, only some smaller delays.

This evening I’ll go shopping. I don’t want to risk my finger nails because of that game Germany vs. Argentina. It sounds good, but even big names (i.e. Brazil) do not guarantee a good game.

Teh hands...

Irgendjemand hat im Imdb-Forum (Ich glaube bei Nobel Son) die Alan Rickman Fans als “sad hens” bezeichnet. Da spricht doch der pure Neid. Ich meine, nur weil dieser Vertreter des Bevölkerungsteils mit einem XY-Chromosom nicht genügend eigene Aufmerksamkeit erregt. Und wer ist schon Eliza Dusku (oder wie auch immer die sich schreibt). Wenn man über sie in 20 Jahren noch redet, dann reden wir weiter. Diese Bezeichnung konnten die AR-Fans jedoch nicht auf sich sitzen lassen und haben nach einem Brainstorming als Revance eine fiktive CD mit dem Titel „Alan Rickman’s Cerebral Hens“ kreiert.

Und meine Muse, gar nicht faul, hat sich den Text zu einem fiktiven Lied darauf ausgedacht. Und hier ist er nun. 

Title: H.A.N.D.S SCS (Sad Celebrity Hens) 

 H.A.N.D.S (3x) 

He is hands 

He is H handsome 

He is A ambitious 

He is N noted 

He is D delectable 

He is S sensational 

He is H hazardous 

He is A attractive 

He is N nice-looking 

He is D dangerous 

He is S such a cute 

 H.A.N.D.S 

He is hands 

He is H heaving 

He is A adept 

He is N noncommittal 

He is D demanding 

He is S skilful 

He is H hearty 

He is A appealing 

He is N non plus ultra 

He is D disarming 

He is S super sexy 

 H.A.N.D.S 

He is hands 

Vielleicht kennt ihr noch den Titel D.I.S.C.O von Ottawan, die haben schamlos eine Coverversion davon gemacht. Also einen schönen ersten Advent.

As the weekend draws nearer I feel it’s just the time to tell some jokes…

Maybe I should say “Poor Mr. Bush”, but I won’t.

George W. Bush was visiting an elementary school, and the 4th grade class he sat through began a discussion related to words and their meanings.

The teacher asked the President if he would like to lead the class in a discussion of the word "tragedy." So, George W. asked the class for an example of a tragedy.

One boy stood up and said, "If my best friend who lives next door is playing in the street and a car comes along and runs him over, that would be a tragedy."

"No," said Bush, "that would be an accident."

A girl raised her hand and said, "If a school bus carrying 50 children drove off a cliff, killing everyone on board, that would be a tragedy."

"I'm afraid not," the President said. "That's what we would call a Great Loss."

The room went silent. No other children volunteered. President Bush searched the room and asked, "Isn't there someone here who can give me an example of a tragedy?"

Finally, way in the back of the room, Johnny raised his hand, and in a quiet voice, he said, "If Air Force One, carrying Mr. and Mrs. Bush, was struck by a missile and blown up to smithereens, THAT would be a tragedy."

"That's right! And can you tell me WHY that would be a tragedy?" asked the President.

"Well," Johnny said, "because it wouldn't be an accident and it sure as hell wouldn't be a Great Loss..."

Nachtrag: ginge auch mit Donald Trump

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A lady bought a new BMW. The car cost a fortune and so she had high expectations of the accessories and equipment. Two days later, she brought it back to the garage, complaining that the radio was not working.

"Madam," said the sales manager, "the audio system in this vehicle is state of the art, and completely automatic! All you need to do is tell it what you want to listen to, and that is what it will play!"

She drove out if the garage - somewhat amazed and a little confused. She looked at the radio and said, "Nelson." A crackly voice from within the audio system responded: "Ricky or Willie?".

The woman was astonished. If she asked for Beethoven, the stereo played Beethoven. If she asked for Nat King Cole, she got it.

A couple of months later the woman was waiting at a traffic light enjoying "On The Road Again". The light turned green and she pulled out, only to see an enormous 4x4 vehicle coming from the street she was crossing speeding toward her. The vehicle was obviously not paying attention to the light.

The lady swerved and narrowly missed a collision.

"Idiot!" she yelled.

And, from the radio, "Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States."

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And now for some religious jokes, well, somehow…

The lady was a Southern Baptist who attended services and taught Sunday School every week. On one Sunday an out-of-town acquaintance, a gentleman, was in the pew right behind her. He noted what a fine-looking woman she was. While they were taking up the collection, the man leaned forward and said, ''Hey, how about you and I having dinner on Tuesday?''

''Why Yes, that would be nice,'' the lady responded.

Well, the gentleman couldn't believe his luck. On Tuesday he picked the lady up and took her to the finest restaurant in that part of South Carolina. When they sat down, the gentleman looked over at her and suggested, ''Would you like a cocktail before dinner?''

''Oh, no,'' said our circumspect fine example of southern womanhood, ''Whatever would I tell my Sunday School class?''

Well, our gentleman was set back a bit, so he didn't say much until after dinner. Then he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and asked, ''Would you like a smoke?''

''Oh my, goodness no,'' said the woman ''I couldn't face my Sunday School class if I did!''

Well, our boy felt pretty low after that, so they left, got in his car and as he was driving the lady home, they passed the local Holiday Inn. He'd been morally rebuffed twice already, so he figured he had nothing to lose, so he ventured forth with, ''Ahhh ... mmmm how would you like to stop at this motel?''

''Sure, that would be nice,'' she said with anticipation. The gentleman couldn't believe his ears, and did a fast U- turn right then and there and drove back to the motel and checked in.

The next morning, after a wild and passionate night, the gentleman awoke first. He looked at the lovely Dixie darling lying there in the bed and with remorse thought, ''What the heck have I done?''

He shook her awake and pleaded, ''I've got to ask you one thing, whatever are you going to tell your Sunday School class?''

The lady said, ''The same thing I always tell them. ''You don't have to smoke and drink to have a good time!!!''

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Two Nuns are riding their bicycles down the back streets of Rome.

One leans over to the other and says, ''I've never come this way before.''

The other nun whispers, ''It's the cobblestones.''

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Europe is getting closer together and this has consequences. At least for the British…

Britain decided it was time to switch left lane traffic to right lane traffic, as everywhere in Europe.

So they gathered to plan the whole thing and nobody seemed to come up with any viable solution, so they sent out some help-me type faxes.

A couple of days later, answers came back.

* The French fax read: ''As your neighbors, we are deeply touched you requested our help,'' bla, bla, and after 5 pages: ''...but we have no idea at all how to do it.''

* The German fax read: ''We are Germany, the most organized country in Europe. For a project of this dimension, we suggest the following'' bla, bla, more bureaucratic bla bla, and after 5 pages: ''so after three decades you will be able to start.''

* The Italians faxed one page: ''We don't see the problem. In our country everybody drives as he likes to, so we don't need rules that tell us on which lane to go.''

* The Polish fax again had several pages: ''As you know, we are Poland, a country that has done a lot on the path towards democracy and economic resuscitation.

''We have a great deal of experience in such transition processes. But, as to overcome the inherent difficulties and to avoid social problems, any and all transitions must be done gradually.

''So, it is our proposal to handle the situation in three big steps. The first year, it should be mandatory only for the trucks to ride on the right lane . . .''

Nachtrag kein Wunder dass sie sich für den Breit entschieden haben.

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You just have to know the trick…

It was a cold winter day, when an old man walked out onto a frozen lake, cut a hole in the ice, dropped in his fishing line and waited for a fish to bite. He was there for almost an hour without even a nibble when a young boy walked out onto the ice, cut a hole not too far from the old man and dropped in his fishing line. It only took about a minute and WHAM! a Largemouth Bass hit his hook and the boy pulled in the fish.

The old man couldn't believe it but figured it was just luck. But the boy dropped in his line ... and again within just a few minutes pulled in another one. This went on and on until finally the old man couldn't take it any more since he hadn't caught a thing all this time.

He went to the boy and said, ''Son, I've been here for over an hour without even a nibble. You have been here only a few minutes and have caught about half a dozen fish! How do you do it?''

The boy responded, ''Roo raf roo reep ra rums rrarm.''

''What was that?'' the old man asked.

Again the boy responded, ''Roo raf roo reep ra rums rarrm.''

''Look,'' said the old man, ''I can't understand a word you are saying.''

So the boy spit into his hand and said, ''You have to keep the worms warm!''

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A young guy from Texas moves to Colorado and goes to a big ''everything under one roof'' department store looking for a job.

The manager says, ''Do you have any sales experience?''

The kid says, ''Yeah, I was a salesman back home in Texas.''

Well, the boss liked the kid so he gave him the job. ''You start tomorrow. I'll come down after we close and see how you did.''

His first day on the job was rough but the young man got through it.

After the store was locked up, the boss came down. ''How many sales did you make today?''

''One,'' replies the young man.

''Just one?'' the boss exclaims. ''Our sales people average 20 or 30 sales a day. You're going to have to improve considerably or look for another job! How much was the sale for?''

''$112,237.64,'' the young man replied.

The boss says, ''$112,237.64?! What the hell did you sell?!''

''First I sold him a small fish hook,'' the young man said. ''Then I sold him a medium fish hook. Then I sold him a larger fish hook. Then I sold him a new fishing rod. Then I asked him where he was going fishing and he said down at the lake, so I told him he was gonna need a boat, so we went down to the boat department and I sold him a new bass boat. Then he said he didn't think his Honda Civic would pull it, so I took him down to the automotive department and sold him that new Ford pick-up. I asked him how long he was going to be out at the lake and, after he said 5 or 6 days I took him down to the RV department and sold him a slide-in camper for the truck.''

Astounded, the boss said, ''A guy came in here to buy a fish hook and you sold him a boat, a truck and a camper?''

''No,'' said the young man. ''He came in here to buy a box of tampons for his wife and I said, 'Well, your weekend's shot, you might as well go fishing!'''

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Two jokes from the category: Misunderstandings

Two guys from Poland meet in New York. 

One says ''Hey, what are you doing here?''. 

The other says: ''I want to polish up my English.'' 

Replys the first: ''Believe me, your English is Polish enough''.

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A young girl wants to become a reporter and applies for an internship with a London newspaper. She's accepted. After a couple of months she gets an assignment to interview a Chinese dissident. She thoroughly prepares all kind of questions and sets out to meet him. After asking all kind of questions about his life and about China she says:

''How often do you have elections?''

Says the Chinese: ''Evely molning, evely molning!''

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And now no kids near to you…

A little boy came down for breakfast one morning and asked his grandma, ''Where's Mom and dad?'' and she replied, ''they're up in bed.'' The little boy started to giggle and ate his breakfast and went out to play.

Then he came back in for lunch and asked his grandma ''where's Mom and Dad?''and she replied ''they're still up in bed.'' Again the little boy started to giggle and he ate his lunch and went out to play.

Then the little boy came in for dinner and once again he asked his grandma ''where's Mom and dad?'' and his grandmother replied ''they're still up in bed.'' The little boy started to laugh and his grandmother asked, ''What gives?

Every time I tell you they're still up in bed you start to laugh! What is going on here?'' The little boy replied, ''Well last night daddy came into my bedroom and asked me for the Vaseline and I gave him super glue.''

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Three women were sitting around throwing back a few drinks and talking about their love lives.

Tracy said, ''I call my husband the dentist. Nobody can drill like he does.''

Cathy giggled and confessed, ''I call my husband the miner because of his incredible shaft.''

Dawn quietly sipped her whiskey until Tracy asked, ''Say, what do you call your husband?'' Dawn frowned and said, ''The postman.''

''Why the postman?'' asked Cathy.

''Because he always delivers late, and half the time it's in the wrong box

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A Mother had three virgin daughters. They were all getting married, and mom was a bit worried about how their sex life would get started. She made them all promise to send a postcard from the honeymoon with a few words on how marital sex was going.

The first daughter sent a card from her honeymoon in Hawaii two days after the wedding. The card said nothing but "Nescafe". At first mom was puzzled, but she went to the kitchen and got out the Nescafe jar. It said: "Good til the last drop." Mom blushed, but was pleased for her daughter.

The second girl sent her card from Vermont a week after the wedding. The card said only: "Benson & Hedges". Mom went to the drawer where her husband kept his cigarettes, and she read from the Benson & Hedges pack: "Extra Long. King Size". Again mom was slightly embarrassed, but she was happy for her daughter.

The third girl left for her honeymoon in the Caribbean. Mom waited for a week, nothing. Another week went by and still nothing. Mom started to get really worried. Then after a month, the card finally arrived. Written on it with shaky hand writing were the words "British Airways".

Mom took out her latest Harpers Bazaar magazine, flipped through the pages fearing the worst, and finally found the ad for BA. The ad said: "Three times a day, seven days a week, both ways."

Mom fainted ....

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Tea will never be the same…

Three vampires went to a bar. The first ordered a glass of blood. The second ordered one too. But the third ordered a cup of hot water. The first two vampires were confused. 

They ask: “Hey, what’re you doing? What's going on?”

“Just a moment,” the third vampire said, as the waiter brought the ordered drinks.

He took a used tampon out of his pocket and said:

''It's tea time!''

Have a nice week end.

Mir war danach...

Mir war heute morgen nach ein paar Witzen. Hier also eine Sammlung von englischen und deutschenWitzen

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In front of a delicatessen, an art connoisseur noticed a shabby little kitten lapping up milk from a saucer. The saucer, he realized with his expert's eye, was a rare and precious piece of pottery.
He strolled into the store and offered two dollars for the cat.
''It's not for sale,'' said the proprietor.
''Look,'' said the collector, ''that cat is dirty and undesirable, but I'm eccentric. I like cats that way. I'll raise my offer to ten dollars.''
''It's a deal,'' said the proprietor, and pocketed the ten on the spot.
''For that sum I'm sure you won't mind throwing in the saucer,'' said the connoisseur. ''The kitten seems so happy drinking from it.''
''Nothing doing,'' said the proprietor firmly. ''That's my lucky saucer. From that saucer, so far this week, I've sold 15 cats.''

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It was a cold winter day, when an old man walked out onto a frozen lake, cut a hole in the ice, dropped in his fishing line and waited for a fish to bite.
He was there for almost an hour without even a nibble when a young boy walked out onto the ice, cut a hole not too far from the old man and dropped in his fishing line. It only took about a minute and WHAM! a Largemouth Bass hit his hook and the boy pulled in the fish.
The old man couldn't believe it but figured it was just luck. But the boy dropped in his line ... and again within just a few minutes pulled in another one.
This went on and on until finally the old man couldn't take it any more since he hadn't caught a thing all this time.
He went to the boy and said, ''Son, I've been here for over an hour without even a nibble. You have been here only a few minutes and have caught about half a dozen fish! How do you do it?''
The boy responded, ''Roo raf roo reep ra rums rrarm.''
''What was that?'' the old man asked.
Again the boy responded, ''Roo raf roo reep ra rums rarrm.''
''Look,'' said the old man, ''I can't understand a word you are saying.''
So the boy spit into his hand and said, ''You have to keep the worms warm!''

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Bubba was bragging to his boss ''I know everyone there is to know. Just name someone, anyone, and I know them.''
Tired of his boasting, his boss said ''OK, Bubba how about Tom Cruise?''
''Sure, Tom and I are old friends, and I can prove it.''
So Bubba and his boss fly out to Hollywood and knock on Tom Cruise's door, and sure enough, Tom Cruise, shouts ''Bubba! Great to see you! You and your friend come right in and join me for lunch!''
Although impressed, Bubba's boss is still skeptical. After they leave Cruise's house, he tells Bubba that he thinks Bubba's knowing Cruise was just lucky.
''No, no, just name anyone else.'' Bubba says.
''The US president'' his boss quickly retorts.
''Yes'' Bubba says, ''I know him, let's fly out to Washington.''
And off they go.
At the White House, the president spots Bubba on the tour and motions him over, saying, ''Bubba, what a surprise, I was just on my way to a meeting, but you and your friend come on in and let's have a cup of coffee first.''
Well, the boss is very shaken by now, but still not totally convinced.
After they leave the White House grounds, he expresses his doubts to Bubba, who again implores him to name anyone else.
''The Pope.'' his boss replies.
''Sure!'' says Bubba. ''I known him.''
So off they fly to Rome. Bubba and his boss are assembled with the masses in Vatican Square when Bubba says, ''This will never work. I can't catch the Pope's eye among all these people. Tell you what, I know all the guards, so let me just go upstairs and I'll come out on the balcony with the Pope.''
And he disappears into the crowd heading toward the Vatican. Indeed, half an hour later Bubba emerges with the Pope on the balcony.
But by the time Bubba returns, he finds that his boss has had a heart attack and is surrounded by paramedics.
Working his way to his side, Bubba asks him, ''What happened?''
His boss looks up and says, ''I was doing fine until you and the Pope came out on the balcony and this Japanese tourist next to me asked ''Who's that on the balcony with Bubba?''

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A young girl wants to become a reporter and applies for an internship with a London newspaper. She's accepted. After a couple of months she gets an assignment to interview a Chinese dissident. She thoroughly prepares all kind of questions and sets out to meet him.
After asking all kind of questions about his life and about China she says: ''How often do you have elections?''
Says the Chinese: ''Evely molning, evely molning!''

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First telegram: Dear mum - success - received all guns - ammo - tnt - buried in the new field near the oaks - love - John
One week later: Dear mum - success again - CIA digged up all area - now please send the potatoes - love – John

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Three women were sitting around throwing back a few drinks and talking about their love lives.
Tracy said, ''I call my husband the dentist. Nobody can drill like he does.''
Cathy giggled and confessed, ''I call my husband the miner because of his incredible shaft.''
Dawn quietly sipped her whiskey until Tracy asked, ''Say, what do you call your husband?''
Dawn frowned and said, ''The postman.''
''Why the postman?'' asked Cathy.
''Because he always delivers late, and half the time it's in the wrong box.

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It was afternoon in the crowded cafeteria. The elderly matron sitting at the counter was obviously upset at the cigarette smoke of the young woman beside her.
Finally the older woman could take it no longer. She turned to the girl and bellowed with a loud voice ''Young lady, I would rather commit adultery than smoke!''
''So would I,'' quipped the girl, ''but you know, there just isn't time enough during a coffee break.''

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Two Nuns are riding their bicycles down the back streets of Rome. One leans over to the other and says, ''I've never come this way before.''
The other nun whispers, ''It's the cobblestones.''

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A man in his 40's bought a new BMW and was out on the interstate for a nice evening drive. The top was down, the breeze was blowing through what was left of his hair, and he decided to open her up.
As the needle jumped up to 80 mph, he suddenly saw flashing red and blue lights behind him. ''There's no way they can catch a BMW,'' he thought to himself and opened her up further.
The needle hit 90, 100.... then the reality of the situation hit him. ''What the hell am I doing?'' he thought and pulled over.
The cop came up to him, took his license without a word, and examined it and the car. ''It's been a long day, this is the end of my shift, and it's Friday the 13th. I don't feel like more paperwork, so if you can give me an excuse for your driving that I haven't heard before, you can go.''
The guy thinks for a second and says, ''Last week my wife ran off with a cop. I was afraid you were trying to give her back.''
''Have a nice weekend,'' said the officer.

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Two persons arguing with one another; The first one says ''It's pronounced Hawaii'', the second one says ''Sorry but it's pronounced Havaii'', no Hawaii, no Havaii ... this went on and on until a passer-by came along.
The two persons arguing asked the passer-by if he could sort out their argument for them. The one man insists that Hawaii is pronounced Hawaii and the other one says that it should be pronounced as Havaii.
The passer-by says ''Well guys, it's pronounced Havaii''.
Upon which the Havaii-man says ''Thank you. I knew all along that my pronunciation is correct''.
The passer-by said ''You're velcome''.

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A guy sticks his head into a barber shop and asks,
''How long before I can get a haircut?''
The barber looks around the shop and says, ''About 2 hours.''
The guy leaves.
A few days later the same guy sticks his head in the door and asks, ''How long before I can get a haircut?''
The barber looks around at the shop full of customers and says, ''About 3 hours.''
The guy leaves.
A week later the same guy sticks his head in the shop and asks, ''How long before I can get a haircut?''
The barber looks around the shop and says, ''About an hour and a half.''
The guy leaves.
The barber who is intrigued by this time, looks over at a friend in the shop and says, ''Hey, Bill. Do me a favour man, follow that guy and see where he goes.''
A little while later, Bill comes back into the shop, laughing hysterically.
The barber asks, ''Bill, where did he go when he left here?''
Bill looks up, tears in his eyes and says.... ''Your house.''

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Little Nancy was in the garden filling in a hole when her neighbor peered over the fence. Interested in what the little girl was up to, he politely asked, ''What are you up to there, Nancy?''
''My goldfish died,'' replied Nancy tearfully, without looking up, ''and I've just buried him.''
The neighbor was concerned, ''That's an awfully big hole for a goldfish, isn't it?''
Nancy patted down the last heap of earth and then replied, ''That's because he's inside your stupid cat.''

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In a monastery an older monk and a younger monk are making transcripts from the books in the library. Suddenly, the younger monk asks: ''Say, for how long are the transcripts made like this?''
‘‘What do you mean, like this?''
''Now, we're making copies of the copies of the copies, right?''
''Yes.''
''So if there if there is an error in one of the transcripts, it will be transferred to all the following copies, right?''
''Err, yes, I guess so...''
''Well, shouldn't then someone go and compare the current versions with the originals?''
''Maybe you're right. I will check that later...''
The next day, the younger monk is walking through the hallways of the monastery, as he runs into the older monk, who is constantly banging his head against the wall. ''What are you doing? Why are you banging your head against that wall?'' he asks.
The older monk turns to him and says: ''I compared the transcripts with the originals! The word is celebrate!!! CELEBRATE!!!''

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Jack and Betty are celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary. ''Betty, I was wondering -- have you ever cheated on me?''
''Oh Jack, why would you ask such a question now? You don't want to ask that question...''
''Yes, Betty, I really want to know. Please.'' ''Well, all right. Yes, 3 times.''
''Three? When were they?'' ''Well, Jack, remember when you were 35 years old and you really wanted to start the business on your own and no bank would give you a loan? Remember how one day the bank president himself came over to the house and signed the loan papers, no questions asked?''
''Oh, Betty, you did that for me! I respect you even more than ever, that you would do such a thing for me! So, when was number 2?''
''Well, Jack, remember when you had that last heart attack and you were needing that very tricky operation, and no surgeon would touch you? Remember how Dr. DeBakey came all the way up here, to do the surgery himself, and then you were in good shape again?''
''I can't believe it! Betty, I love that you should do such a thing for me, to save my life! I couldn't have a more wonderful wife. To do such a thing, you must really love me darling. I couldn't be more moved. When was number 3?''
''Well, Jack, remember a few years ago, when you really wanted to be president of the golf club and you were 17 votes short?''

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A Blonde Goes On Who Wants To Be A Millionaire
Regis: ''Barbara, you've done very well so far - $500,000 and one lifeline left -- phone a friend. The next question will give you the top prize of One Million dollars if you get it right ... but if you get it wrong you will drop back to $32,000 -- are you ready?''
Barbara: ''Sure, I'll have a go!''
Regis: ''Which of the following birds does not build it's own nest? Is it........ A-Robin; B-Sparrow; C-Cuckoo; D-Thrush; Remember Barbara its worth 1 Million dollars.''
''I think I know who it..but I'm not 100%... No, I haven't got a clue. I'd like to phone a friend Regis, just to be sure.
Regis: ''Yes, who, Barbara, do you want to phone?
Barbara: ''I'll phone my friend Maggie back home in Birmingham.''
Maggie (also a blonde): ''Hello...'' Regis: ''Hello Maggie, its Regis here from Who Wants to be a Millionaire-I have Barbara here and she is doing really well on $500,000, but needs your help to be a Million. The next voice you hear will be Barbara's and she'll read you the question. There are 4 possible answers and 1 correct answer and you have 30 seconds to answer -- fire away Barbara.''
Barbara: ''Maggie, which of the following birds does not build it's own nest? Is it: A-Robin; B-Sparrow; C-Cuckoo; D-Thrush''
Maggie: ''Oh Gees, Barbara that's simple.....It's a Cuckoo.''
Barbara: ''You think?''
Maggie: ''I'm sure.''
Barbara: '' Thanks Maggie.'' (hangs up)
Regis: ''Well, do you want to stick on $500,000 or play on for the Million, Barbara?''
Barbara: ''I want to play, I'll go with C-Cuckoo''
Regis: ''Is that your final answer?''
Barbara: ''It is.''
Regis: ''Are you confident?''
Barbara: ''Yes fairly, Maggie's a sound bet.''
Regis: ''Barbara.....you had $500,000 and you said C-Cuckoo ...you're right! - You have just won ONE MILLION DOLLARS. Here is your check. You have been a great contestant and a real gambler. Audience please put your hands together for Barbara.'' (clapping)
That night Barbara calls round to Maggie and brings her down to a local bar for a celebration drink and, as they are sipping their Champagne, Barbara turns to Maggie and asks ''Tell me Maggie, How in God's name did you know that it was the Cuckoo that does not build its own nest?
Maggie: ''Listen Barbara, everybody knows that a Cuckoo lives in a clock.''

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Eine ältere Dame hört, wie sich zwei Chicanos in LA in der U-Bahn unterhalten: ''Emma come first. Den I come. Den two asses come together. I come once-a-more. Two asses, they come together again. I come again and pee twice. Then I come one lasta time.''
''You foul-mouthed sex obsessed swine'', schimpft da die alte Frau entrüstet, ''in this country we don't speak aloud in public places about our sex lives........''
''Hey, coola down lady'', erwidert der Chicano. ''Who talkin' abouta sexa? I'm a justa tellin' my frienda how to spella Mississippi'.''

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Der Papst stirbt und kommt an die Himmelstür. Petrus begrüßt ihn und fragt nach seinem Namen. ''Ich bin der Papst!''
''Papst, Papst’’, murmelt Petrus. ''Tut mir leid, ich habe niemanden mit diesem Namen in meinem Buch.''
''Aber... ich bin der Stellvertreter Gottes auf Erden!''
''Gott hat einen Stellvertreter auf Erden?'' sagt Petrus verblüfft. ''Komisch, hat er mir gar nichts von gesagt...''
Der Papst läuft krebsrot an. ''Ich bin das Oberhaupt der Katholischen Kirche!''
''Katholische Kirche... nie gehört’’, sagt Petrus. ''Aber warte mal nen Moment, ich frag den Chef.''
Er geht nach hinten in den Himmel und sagt zu Gott: ''Du, da ist einer, der sagt, er sei dein Stellvertreter auf Erden. Er heißt Papst. Sagt dir das was?''
‘‘Nee’’, sagt Gott. ''Kenn ich nicht. Weiß ich nichts von. Aber warte mal, ich frag Jesus. Jeeesus!''
Jesus kommt angerannt. ''Ja, Vater, was gibt’s?'' Gott und Petrus erklären ihm die Situation.
‘‘Moment’’, sagt Jesus, ''ich guck mir den mal an. Bin gleich zurück.''
Zehn Minuten später ist er wieder da, Tränen lachend. ''Ich fass es nicht'' , japst er. ''Erinnert ihr euch an den kleinen Fischerverein, den ich vor 2000 Jahren gegründet habe? Den gibt's immer noch!''

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An engineer dies and reports to the Pearly Gates.
St. Peter checks his dossier and says: ''Ah, you're an engineer, but you worked for a high-tech startup company and got rich. You've had too good of a life, so now you can't come in here.''
So the engineer reports to the gates of hell and is let in. Pretty soon, the engineer is dissatisfied with the level of comfort in hell, and starts designing and building improvements.
After a while, they've got air conditioning and flush toilets and escalators. The computers are all upgraded and there are speaker wires running to every room. Even the clocks on the VCRs are set.
The engineer becomes a pretty popular guy.
One day God calls up Satan on the telephone and says with a sneer, ''So, how's it going down there in hell?''
Satan replies, ''Hey, things are going great. We've got air conditioning and flush toilets and escalators. The computers are faster than ever and we've got music in every room. There's no telling what this engineer is going to come up with next.''
God replies, ''What? You've got an engineer? That's a mistake, he should never have gotten down there! Send him back up here, now.''
Satan shouts back, ''No way! I like having an engineer on the staff, and I'm keeping him.''
God says, ''Send him back up here or I'll sue.''
Satan laughs uproariously and answers, ''Yeah, right... and just where are YOU going to find a lawyer?''

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Two bored casino dealers were waiting at a craps table. A very attractive blonde woman arrived and bet twenty thousand dollars on a single roll of the dice.
She said, ''I hope you don't mind, but I feel much luckier when I'm completely nude.'' With that she stripped from her neck down, rolled the dice and yelled, ''Mama needs new clothes!''
Then she hollered...''YES! YES! I WON! I WON!'' She jumped up and down and hugged each of the dealers.
With that she picked up all the money and clothes and quickly departed.
The dealers just stared at each other dumbfounded.
Finally, one of them asked, ''What did she roll?''
The other answered, ''I thought YOU were watching!''
Moral: Not all blondes are dumb, but most men are perverts.

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Ein Österreicher (kann auch jemand anders sein :-)) und ein Deutscher unterhalten sich:
Ö: Was machstn du so?
D: Ich bin Logiker.
Ö: Und, was ist das?
D: Paß auf, ich zeigs dir: Hast du ein Aquarium?
Ö: Ja
D: Klasse, dann hast du sicher auch Fische, oder?
Ö: Na klar doch
D: Wenn du Fische hast, dann bist du tierlieb.
Ö: Ja, selbstverständlich
D: Und wenn du tierlieb bist, dann bist du sicher auch kinderlieb.
Ö: Jaaa! Ich mag Kinder!
D: Wenn du kinderlieb bist, dann hast du mit Sicherheit auch selbst welche.
Ö: Klaro!
D: Und wenn du Kinder hast, dann bist du verheiratet, sehe ich das richtig?
Ö: Ich bin sogar glücklich verheiratet!
D: Siehst du, und jetzt kommt die Logik: wenn du verheiratet bist, bist du nicht schwul!
Ö: Natürlich nicht! Klasse - das mache ich jetzt auch!!!
Der Ö (oder wer auch immer) kommt nach Hause und trifft einen Kumpel.
Ö: Ich bin jetzt Logiker!
Kumpel: Und, was machst du denn da so?
Ö: Ich erklär dir das: Hast du ein Aquarium?
K: Nein!
Ö: Hau ab, mit Schwulen mag ich nichts zu tun haben!!!!

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Zwei Nackte Statuen, ein Mann und eine Frau, haben seit 300 Jahren im Park gestanden und sich angesehen, als ein Engel vorbeikommt und Mitleid mit ihnen hat. Mit einem Fingerschnipsen erweckt er sie zum Leben und sagt: ''Weil ihr schon so lange hier steht will ich euch mir einer halben Stunde Leben belohnen, damit ihr tun könnt, was ihr schon immer tun wolltet.''
Die beiden bedanken sich bei ihm, tuscheln einen Moment und verschwinden dann im nächsten Gebüsch. Ein wildes Rascheln setzt ein. Nach kurzer Zeit erscheinen die beiden wieder und sehen sehr glücklich aus.
Der Engel sagt ''Kinder, ihr habt erst die Hälfte der Zeit verbraucht, wollt ihr nicht nochmal...?''
Die beiden sehen sich an. Dann sagt er: ''OK, aber diesmal machen wir es umgekehrt: Du hältst die Taube fest und ich scheiß drauf.''

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Der Pfarrer läutet an der Haustür. Männliche Stimme in der Sprechanlage: ,,Bist du es, Engelchen?„
Darauf der Pfarrer freundlich: ,,Nicht direkt, aber von der gleichen Firma.''

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Ein Elefant steht fassungslos vor einem nackten Mann. ''Wie um alles in der Welt.. kann der essen?''

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A couple of blond men in a pickup truck drove into a lumberyard. One of the blond men walked in the office and said, ''We need some four-by-twos.''
The clerk said, ''You mean two-by-fours, don't you?''
The man said ''I'll go check,'' and went back to the truck. He returned a minute later and said, ''Yeah, I meant two-by-fours.''
''Alright. How long do you need them?''
The customer paused for a minute and said, ''Uh....I'd better go check.''
After awhile, the blond returned to the office and said, ''A LONG TIME. We're gonna build a house.

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An Irishman an Englishman and a Scotsman were sitting in a bar in Sydney. The view was fantastic, the beer excellent, and the food exceptional
But'' said the Scotsman. ''I still prefer the pubs back home. Why in Glasgow there's a little bar called McTavish's. Now the landlord there goes out of his way for the locals so much that when you buy 4 drinks he will buy the 5th drink for you.''
Well.'' said the Englishman ''At my local, the Red Lion, the barman there will buy you your 3rd drink after you buy the first 2.''
''Ahhh that's nothin''' said the Irishman ''Back home in Dublin there's Ryan's Bar. Now the moment you set foot in the place they'll buy you a drink, then another, all the drinks you like. Then when you've had enough drink they'll take you upstairs and see that you get laid. All on the house.''
The Englishman and Scotsman immediately pour scorn on the Irishman's claims. He swears every word is true.
''Well'' said the Englishman ''Did this actually happen to you?''
''Not myself personally no'' said the Irishman, ''But it did happen to my sister.''