Priceless!!!!!!!!!

**Cibby** · 6th December 2005, 07:43

>>
>>Jack wakes up at home with a huge hangover he can't believe.
>>
>>He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a
>>couple of aspirin next to a glass of water on the side table.
>>
>>And, next to them, a single red rose!
>>
>>Jack sits down and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and
>>pressed.
>>
>>Jack looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order,
>>spotlessly clean. He takes the aspirins, cringes when he sees a huge
>>black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror, and notices a note
>>on the table:
>>
>>"Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to go shopping--Love
>>you!"
>>
>>He stumbles to the kitchen and sure enough, there is hot breakfast and
>>the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. Jack asks
>>"Son...what happened last night?"
>>
>>"Well, you came home after 3 am, drunk and out of your mind. You broke
>>some furniture, puked in the hallway, and got that black eye when you
>>ran into the door."
>>"So, why is everything in such perfect order, so clean, I have a rose,
>>and breakfast is on the table waiting for me?"
>>His son replies, "Oh THAT! Mum dragged you to
>>the bedroom, and when she
>>tried to take your trousers off, you screamed, "Leave me alone, you
>>tart, I'm married!
>>
>>Broken furniture $85.26
>>Hot Breakfast $4.20
>>Red Rose bud $3.00
>>Two Aspirins $0.38
>>
>>Saying the right thing, at the right time.........Priceless!

>>

**v.ros`** · 6th December 2005, 07:51

LOL NICE (blabla 10)

**ManDownUnder** · 6th December 2005, 07:51

Hey what'd you do with the real Cibby - that had morals! (and was bloody funny - like it lots!)
MDU

**Sniper** · 6th December 2005, 07:54

Brilliant, I must remember that for next time........... hehehe

**Colapop** · 6th December 2005, 08:29

Sent it to my wife. After I told her she was slim yesterday. It won't be long til I get my new bike!

**White trash** · 6th December 2005, 08:31

Originally Posted by Colapop

Sent it to my wife. After I told her she was slim yesterday. It won't be long til I get my new bike!

Where's Slim gone then? Does Craig know?

**Cibby** · 6th December 2005, 09:07

Originally Posted by ManDownUnder

Hey what'd you do with the real Cibby - that had morals! (and was bloody funny - like it lots!)
MDU

hay shush.

I have morals.

.... I know they are here somewhere.....

**ManDownUnder** · 6th December 2005, 09:09

Originally Posted by Cibby Chick

hay shush.

I have morals.

.... I know they are here somewhere.....

Help me find mine when you're done will ya?

**Cibby** · 6th December 2005, 09:11

Originally Posted by ManDownUnder

Help me find mine when you're done will ya?

see now your just being silly!!

I"m convinced you never had any!

**The_Dover** · 6th December 2005, 09:24

Originally Posted by Cibby Chick

I have morals.

.... I know they are here somewhere.....

Yeah, just let me take another look...

**ManDownUnder** · 6th December 2005, 09:46

Originally Posted by The_Dover

Yeah, just let me take another look...

...put her legs down... this is a public forum

**yungatart** · 21st March 2006, 13:17

If you have raised kids (or been one), and gone through the pet syndrome including toilet-flush burials for dead goldfish, the story below will have you laughing out LOUD!

Overview: I had to take my son's lizard to the vet. Here's what happened:

Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was "something wrong" with one of the two lizards he holds prisoner in his room.
"He's just lying here looking sick," he told me. "I'm serious, Mum. Can you help?”
I put my best lizard-healer statement on my face and followed him into his bedroom. One of the little lizards was indeed lying on his back, looking stressed. I immediately knew what to do.
"Honey," I called, "come look at the lizard!"
"Oh my gosh," my husband diagnosed after a minute. "She's having babies."
"What?" my son demanded. "But their names are Bert and Ernie, Dad!"
I was equally outraged. "Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we didn't want them to reproduce," I accused my husband.
"Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?" he inquired. (I actually think he said this sarcastically!)
"No, but you were supposed to get two boys!" I reminded him, (in my most loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth together).
"Yeah, Bert and Ernie!" my son agreed.
"Well, it's just a little hard to tell on some guys, you know," He informed me. (again with the sarcasm, you think?)
By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was going on. I shrugged, deciding to make the best of it. "Kids, this is going to Be A Wondrous Experience," I announced. "We're about to witness the miracle of birth.”
" OH, Gross!" they shrieked.
Well, isn't THAT just great! What are we going to do with a litter of tiny little lizard babies?" my husband wanted to know. (I really do think he was being snotty here, too, don't you?)
We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a tiny foot would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second later.
"We don't appear to be making much progress," I noted.
"Its breech," my husband whispered, horrified.
"Do something, Mom!" my son urged.
"Okay, okay." Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed the foot when it next appeared, giving it a gingerly tug. It disappeared. I tried several more times with the same results.
"Should I call 111?" my eldest son wanted to know.
"Maybe they could talk us through the trauma." (You see a pattern here with the men in my house?)
"Let's get Ernie to the vet," I said grimly. We drove to the vet with my son holding the cage in his lap.
"Breathe, Ernie, breathe," he urged.
"I don't think lizards do Lamaze," his father noted to him
(Men can be so cruel to their own young. I mean what he does to me is one thing, but this boy is of his loins, for God's sake.)
The vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the little animal through a magnifying glass.
"What do you think, Doc, a C-section?" I suggested scientifically..
"Oh, very interesting," he murmured. "Mr and Mrs. Cameron, may I speak to you privately for a moment?"
I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside.
"Is Ernie going to be okay?" my husband asked.
"Oh, perfectly," the vet assured us. "This lizard is not in labour.
In fact, that isn't EVER going to happen...Ernie is a boy. You see, Ernie is a young male. And occasionally, as they come into maturity, like most male species, they um....um....masturbate. Just the way he did, lying on his back."
He blushed, glancing at my Husband. "Well, you know what I'm saying, Mrs Cameron."
We were silent, absorbing this.
"So Ernie's just...just...Excited," my husband offered.
"Exactly," the vet replied, relieved that we understood. More Silence.
Then my vicious, cruel husband started to giggle. And giggle. And then even laugh loudly.
"What's so funny?" I demanded knowing, but not believing that the man I married would commit the upcoming affront to my flawless femininity.
Tears were now running down his face.
"It's just...that...I'm picturing... you pulling on it's...it's...teeny little..." he gasped for more air to bellow in laughter once more.
"That's enough," I warned.
We thanked the Vet and hurriedly bundled the lizards and our son back into the car. He was glad everything was going to be okay.
"I know Ernie's really thankful for what you've done, Mom," he told me.
"Oh, you have NO idea," my husband agreed, collapsing with laughter.

2 - Lizards - $140...
1 - Cage - $50....
Trip to the Vet - $30...
Memory of your wife pulling on a lizard's wacker. Priceless!!!

Doesn't anyone know lizards lay eggs??