Mgr Dry Martini wrote:
> Reminds me of Billy Connolly's (The Scottish Comedian) tale of what
> used to happen in the toilets in Glasgow ****pyards. Instead of having
> individual toilets there would be a trough with running water, and a
> bar to sit on, and it would be a game amongst apprentices to scrunch up
> some newspaper into a ball, ignite it, and send it down the trough.
> All these men would be leaping up in agony with their pubes on fire.
> "but they were a hardy breed of men in those days, they used to beat
> out the flames with a hammer".
God bless Billy.
A proud explorer in the search for a definitive constipation cure.
If you can listen to him rant for 30 minutes and hold it in, God save
yer.
--
HellPope Huey
I like the boots, I like the attitude,
I like the point at which the legal meets the lewd
What makes us like new acquaintances
is not so much the weariness we have of the old ones
or the pleasure of changing,
as the disgust of not being admired enough
by those who know us too well
and the hope of being more admired by those
who do not know us as well.
~ Francois de La Rochefoucauld
"Quote me as saying I was misquoted."
~ Groucho Marx
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