THE CURMUDGEON
Saturday, 17 April 2010
PROTESTANT WORK ETHIC
When The Old Girl is away I can indulge in lots of forbidden things (making the house a mess, eating all the wrong food, fixing things, listening to 70's music, playing Playstation etc.). After a couple of days though I get a bit bored and wish she was home. This week she is in Melbourne and is coming back early Monday morning. Normally I leave the clean-up to the last minute but this time I think I'll do it this afternoon in case I don't get around to it on Sunday. A couple of hours of cleaning bath, showers, toilets, floors, kitchen etc. should do it. After doing 'chores' like this I feel sort of good and then feel that I need a reward of some kind. Or, put another way, if I indulge myself after doing something worthwhile I don't feel as guilty as if I had been doing nothing. Why is this? Is it Catholic guilt or some kind of engraved work ethic? Whatever it is I know that it is there. My indulgence this evening will be a Viggo Mortensen Western on TV and one of my favourite meals - Wiener Schnitzel.
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"My indulgence this evening will be a Viggo Mortensen Western on TV and one of my favourite meals - Wiener Schnitzel."
The The Did you The The mean Whiner Schnitzel The The?
See, The The I can do The The jokes too The The!
The The The Guy
No you can't.
Here's a stuttering joke for you The The.
There was an Englishman an Irishman and a Scotsman who had been friends from childhood. The reason: They all had a terrible stutter and always felt a lot more at ease in each other's company because of the same affliction. They were all out for a drink one night: Murphy the Irishman, Hamish the Scot, and Tom the Englishman.
Entering the pub, Murphy said to the two other lads,"iiiiiiiitt's mmmmmmyyy rrrrrroooouund."
"Ooooooookkkkkkk," said the two others.
Murphy said to the barman. "pppppppiiinttt ooofff gggggginis,ddddddddddouble wwwwwwisky fffffffor hhhhhamish and a ppppint of bbbbitter."
"Coming right up sir," the barman and the barma puts the three drinks on the counter, Murphy pays for them and the barman says, "cheers!"
Murphy replies, "Chchchcheers!"
The three lads sit down at a table. A real good looking blonde woman was at the bar the same time Murphy was ordering the drinks. She called Jim the barman over and said, "Hey Jim, do all three of those guy's stutter?
"Yeah they have been coming in here for years. They have all tried everything to stop their stuttering: Acupuncture, Hypnotherapy, Pills, Potions, Faith healers, Speech therapy...You name it they have tried it."
"Ar poor blokes, I feel really sorry for them." The girl ordered a martini and sat down at the table with the three stuttering blokes. Intrigued by their stuttering, she felt impelled to listen to their conversation.
"A mmmurphy," said Jim, "ddo you knnow what? Wwwe bbbeen friends all ooour lives and not one of uuuus has hhhad a gggirlfriend or bbben aaasked out. DDDo yoou ttthink ists cccus we sssttutter?"
The young girl without thinking, leaned over the table and said to the blokes, "Yes, I think it's because of your stuttering." The three men could not take their eyes of this stunning girl with her plunging neckline!
Then she said, "I am going to give you a chance for one of you to take me out and have your wicked way with me, on one condition: You must pass my anti-stuttering test. You must say a simple sentence without stuttering. The one who says it without stuttering can take me out tomorrow night. The sentence must incorporate your name and where you live."
Tom says, "I'll ggo ffirst," thinking this is the chance of a lifetime. He really tries not to stutter. He then says, "My name's Tom and I come from Mmmmmmanchester"
"Oh, nearly," she said, "but not quite you stuttering babboon. Your go Hamish."
Hamish, his two hands clenched so tight he is almost breaking his knuckles says, "My name's Hamish and I llllllive in Glasgow."
"Oh, no you will never do."
"Ok, Mmmmmurphy yoooour go," said the two other lads."
Murphy, with both fingers and all toes crossed says, "My name's Murphy and I come from London....."
With this, the blonde woman cannot believe her ears. Being short for time, she plunged into Murphy's hand some paper and said to him, "Ring me on this number tomorrow night." And she scurried out of the pub very briskly. The two lads cannot believe what happened. They asked, "How diiiiiid you do thatttttt Mmmmmurphy?"
He turned to them with his head still tilted back as if he was still in mid-stutter and said, "ddddddddderry."--
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