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When in need.........
Consult this guide!
  British Euro Fears
The European Commission has just announced an agreement whereby English will
be the official language of the European Union rather than German, which was
the other possibility. As part of the negotiations, Her Majesty's
Government conceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has
accepted a 5-year phase-in plan that would become known as "Euro-English".

In the first year, "s" will replace the soft "c". Sertainly, this will make
the sivil servants jump with joy. The hard "c" will be dropped in favour
of "k". This should klear up konfusion, and keyboards kan have one less
letter.

There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year when the
troublesome "ph" will be replaced with "f". This will make words like
fotograf 20% shorter.

In the 3rd year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted
to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible.
Governments will enkourage the removal of double letters which have
always ben a deterent to akurate speling. Also, al wil agre that the horibl mes
of the silent "e" in the languag is disgrasful and it should go away.

By the 4th yer peopl wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing "th"
with "z" and "w" with "v". During ze fifz yer, ze unesesary "o" kan be dropd
from vords kontaining "ou" and after ziz fifz yer, ve vil hav a reil sensibl
riten styl.

Zer vil be no mor trubl or difikultis and evrivun vil find it ezi tu
understand ech oza. Ze drem of a united urop vil finali kum tru.

Zen ve vil rul ze vorld!!

A Blonde Joke

A blonde girl was in a car crash. She said to the paramedic on duty "I think I have concussion."

The paramedic asks the blonde "How many fingers am I holding up?"

The blonde replies "Oh fuck, I'm paralysed too."

Proof of Santa's Non-Existence Courtesy Of Ed
1) No known species of reindeer can fly. BUT there are 300,000 species
of living organisms yet to be classified, and while most of these are
insects and germs, this does not COMPLETELY rule out flying reindeer
which only Santa has ever seen.

2) There are 2 billion children (persons under 18) in the world. BUT,
since Santa doesn't (appear) to handle the Muslim, Hindu, Jewish and
Buddhist children, that reduces the workload to 15% of the total-378 million
according to Population Reference Bureau ... At an average (census)
rate of 3.5 children per household, that's 91.8 million homes. One presumes
there's at least one good child in each.

3) Santa has 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different
time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west (which seems logical).
This works out to 822.6 visits per second.
This is to say that for each Christian household with good children,
Santa has 1/1000th of a second to park, hop out of the sleigh, jump down the chimney,
fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat
whatever snacks have been left, get back up the chimney, get back into the
sleigh and move on to the next house. Assuming that each of these 91.8 million
stops are evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course, we know to
be false but for the purposes of our calculations we will accept), we are
now talking about .78 miles per household, a total trip of 75-1/2 million miles,
not counting stops to do what most of us must do at least once every 31 hours,
plus feeding and etc. This means that Santa's sleigh is moving at 650 miles
per second, 3,000 times the speed of sound. For purposes of comparison, the
fastest man-made vehicle on earth, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky
27.4 miles per second - a conventional reindeer can run, tops, 15 miles per hour.

4) The payload on the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each
child gets nothing more than a medium-sized lego set (2 pounds), the sleigh is
carrying 321,300 tons, not counting Santa, who is invariably described as overweight.
On land, conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. Even granting that
"flying reindeer" (see point #1) could pull TEN TIMES the normal amount, we cannot
do the job with eight, or even nine. We need 214,200 reindeer. This increases the
payload - not even counting the weight of the sleigh - to 353,430 tons. Again, for
comparison - this is four times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth.

5) 353,000 tons traveling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air resistance -
this will heat the reindeer up in the same fashion as spacecrafts re-entering the
earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer will absorb 14.3 QUINTILLION joules
of energy-per second-each. In short, they will burst into flame almost instantaneously,
exposing the reindeer behind them, and create deafening sonic booms in their wake.
The entire reindeer team will be vaporized within 4.26 thousandths of a second. Santa,
meanwhile, will be subjected to centrifugal forces 17,500.06 times greater than gravity.
A 250-pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim) would be pinned to the back of his sleigh
by 4,315,015 pounds of force.
In conclusion - If Santa ever DID deliver presents on Christmas Eve, he's dead now.
I hope all you children now are thrilled to know Santa doesn't exist, or does he?

NB. I was not involved in any way
in the sums in the above column. I don't
know which retard is,
but he really should get a life!


Stupidly Stupid Names Of The Stupid Variety
Abby National
Al Beback
Al Koholic

Bart Ender
Ben Dover
Bill Board
Bjorn Free

Colin DaFuzz
Constance Battol

Dan Druff
Dee Lishus
Dee Liteful
Dick Tater
Dixie Normus
Dwayne Pipes

Eileen Dover
Ewan Mi

Fonda Dix

Gretchen Vomit
Greta Stits

Hugh Mungus
Heinz Site
Hammond Cheeseontoast

Ivana Humpalot
Isabelle Ringin

Jesus Marian Joseph

Ken Yusimi

Leanne Perrins
Lou Tenant

Mick Stupp
Mike Oxlong
Minnie van Driver

Neil Enlickme

Oliver Clothesoff

Parker Carr

Quinn Tuplets

Ron Number
Rudolph Metobelch

Seymour Butts
Shanda Lear (this one's real - she's the daughter of the inventor of the Lear jet!)

Tim Burr

Ursula Happychoon

Vick Toree

Wayne Kerr

Xavier Yuself

Yuri Joyce

Zack O'Shit


The Lads Prayer
Our beer
Which art in barrels
Hallowed be thy drink
Thy will be drunk
I will be drunk
At home as it is in the local
Forgive us this day our daily spillage
As we forgive those who spillest against us
And lead us not into the practice of poncy wine tasting
But deliver us from alcopops
For mine is the bitter, the ale and the lager
For ever and ever
Barmen
 
   
 

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