"A horse goes into a bar. The barman says: "Why the long face?" The horse says: "Well, I just read that David Beckham was having an affair, and it kind of upset me." "That's perfectly understandable," says the barman. A bear joins them at the bar. "Can I have a pint . . . of beer?" says the bear. "Why the big pause?" "Sorry, I was just thinking about the persistent, but completely unfounded rumour that David Beckham is cheating on his wife and I lost my train of thought." "That's perfectly understandable," says the barman. A lobster joins them at the bar. "Have you heard about David Beckham?" asks the lobster. "Yes," says the bear. "Isn't it awful?" says the horse. "Do you think his reputation will be permanently tarnished?" "Possibly," says the lobster. "Sorry to interrupt," says the barman. "What do you fancy?" "Michael Owen's sister," says David Beckham, joining them at the bar. And the bear, the lobster, the horse and barman can't help but laugh."
Where can I go to read the email though, the one site Chris could find with it up has deleted it already... I'd be interested in reading it, I like gossip...
I merely suggested, that you had the driving ability of a brain dead labratory ape.
Chris, mah man, you're better than this. I know how hard it is to find that triple connection (brain, heart, crotch), where it works on all those different levels, but it seems to me that you're not gettin' any respect in this scenario.