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Ok then:
There was this rabbit, maybe white maybe not, who knows?, walking along the
road in search of knowledge and experience, as you do, but the way was long
and the road dusty and just as the rabbit began to flag he saw a sign in a
cafe window saying 'We Serve Everything On Toast'.
Now above all things this rabbit loved things on toast, excitedly he skipped
across the road and entered the shop. 'Excuse me', he said to the woman
behind the counter, ' do you serve everything on toast?'
'Oh yes, Rabbit', said the woman, 'we serve cheese on toast, eggs on toast,
beans on toast, fishfingers on toast, cous-cous on toast, haggis (minced)
on toast, and much much more.'
'Oh wonderful', said the rabbit, ' I'll start with cheese on toast
(Caerphilly preferred)'.
So the woman served the rabbit and he enjoyed his meal and the next day he
came in and had something different on toast and so on for a fortnight.
And then, believe it or not, he stopped appearing. Several days after this,
the woman, who opened the cafe at 9 a.m. each morning, was walking to work,
along the road, which was a way that was long and dusty btw, and she was
feeling rather depressed, and looking down at the dusty ground : ' I wonder
what happened to that Rabbit?', she was thinking, 'I hope my cooking didn't
make him ill'
Then a sudden inexplicable impulse made her look up, and, Lo!, in the
clouds, there was the rabbit, with wings on his back and a harp in his
hands.
'Oh Rabbit', said the woman, ' what has happened to you?'.
'I'm dead' said the rabbit.
'Oh no' said the woman 'I hope it was nothing to do with my cooking.'
'No, no', insisted the rabbit, reassuringly:
'It was mixin' ma toasties'.
Best
(sorry)
Dave
Happy Xmas All
David Bircumshaw
Leicester, England
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----- Original Message -----
From: "Geraldine Monk" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Tuesday, December 24, 2002 6:32 PM
Subject: Re: Jokes and tinsel and stuff
Can't remember the end of this but it goes something like
A bear goes into a pub and says:
'I'll have a pint of...........'
Bartender:
'Why the pause?'
Bear:
'To pick my glass up'
mmmm loses something on paper!
Merry Kringle Bells everyone,
Love and best of everything to all of you,
Geraldine
----- Original Message -----
From: "Alison Croggon" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Tuesday, December 24, 2002 10:55 AM
Subject: Jokes and tinsel and stuff
> The only joke that's made me laugh lately is:
>
> A girl walked into a bar. Ouch!
>
> Have a great Christmas in the cold and sleet, ours is just starting -
> not quite cold and sleet but no sun either - which suits me -
>
> Cheers and a few drinks
>
> Alison
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>
>
> Alison Croggon
> Home page
> http://www.users.bigpond.com/acroggon/
>
> Masthead Online
> http://au.geocities.com/masthead_2/
>
David Bircumshaw
Leicester, England
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