Day: August 29, 2013

  • Retired?

    The importance of an occupation after retirement

     

    As we get older we sometimes begin to doubt our ability to “make a difference” in the world. It is at these times that our hopes are boosted by the remarkable achievements of other “seniors” who have found the courage to take on challenges that would make many of us wither.

    Harold Schlumberg is such a person:

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    THIS IS QUOTED FROM HAROLD:

    “I’ve often been asked, ‘What do you do now that you’re retired?’

    Well…I’m fortunate to have a chemical engineering background and one of the things I enjoy most is converting beer, wine and whisky into urine. 

  • 50 SHEDS of Grey …

    A MALE INTERPRETATION OF THE BOOK WRITTEN FOR FEMALES. 


    The novel “Fifty Shades Of Grey” has seduced women – and baffled blokes.


    Now , Fifty Sheds Of Grey, offers a treat for the men.


    The book’s author Colin Grey recounts his love encounters at the bottom of the garden.

    Here are dextracts…


    Fifty 
    Sheds Of Grey

    We tried various positions – round the back, on the side, up against a wall.

    But in the end we came to the conclusion the bottom of the garden was the only place for a good shed.

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    She stood before me, trembling in my shed.
    “I’m yours for the night,” she gasped, “You can do whatever you want with me.”
    So I took her to Bunning’s.
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    She knelt before me on the shed floor and tugged gently at first, then harder

    until finally it came. I moaned with pleasure. Now for the other boot.

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    Ever since she read THAT book, I’ve had to buy all kinds of ropes, chains

    and shackles.  She still manages to get into the shed, though.
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    “Put on this rubber suit and mask,” I instructed, calmly.
    “Mmmm, kinky!” she purred.
    “Yes,” I said, “You can’t be too careful with all that asbestos in the shed roof.”

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    “I’m a very naughty girl,” she said, biting her lip. “I need to be punished.”
    So I invited my mum to stay for the weekend.


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    “Harder!” she cried, gripping the workbench tightly. “Harder!”
    “Okay,” I said. “What’s the gross national product of Nicaragua?”
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    I lay back exhausted, gazing happily out of the shed window. Despite my

    concerns about my inexperience, my rhubarb had come up a treat.
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    “Are you sure you can take the pain?” she demanded, brandishing stilettos.
    “I think so,” I gulped.

    “Here we go, then,” she said, and showed me the receipt.
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    “Hurt me!” she begged, raising her skirt as she bent over my workbench.
    “Very well,” I replied. “You’ve got fat ankles and no dress sense.”

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    “Are you sure you want this?” I asked. “When I’m done, you won’t be able

    to sit down for weeks.” She nodded.

    “Okay,” I said, putting the three-piece lounge suite on eBay.
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    “Punish me!” she cried. “Make me suffer like only a real man can!”
    “Very well,” I replied, leaving the toilet seat up.
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    WAN