A man and his priorities (joke)

[Merrilyn]

This one is for all you footy nuts ........................

THE FOOTY ....ABSOLUTE GOLD


A man had great tickets for the Grand Final. As he
sitsdown, another man comes down and asks if anyone is sitting
in the seat next to him.
"No",he says.
"The seat is empty".
This is incredible!" said the man. "Who in their
rightmind would have a seat like this for the Grand Final,
the biggest sporting event in Australia, and not use it?"
He says, "Well, actually, the seat belongs to me. My
wife was supposed to come with me, but she passed away. This is the
first Grand Final we haven't been to together since we got married."
"Oh ... I'm sorry to hear that. That's terrible.
But couldn't you find someone else, a friend or relative, or even a
neighbour to take the seat?"


The man shakes his head. "No. They're all at the funeral."

:roll:

[marg]

Good one Merrilyn!!!

[Littlefish]

Heh heh - nice one, Merrilyn. Although, I can kinda sympathise, 'cause some people will do/say anything to get into a GF:

It was the day of the grand final when officals took a call from one of the members gatekeepers.

"There are two life-members here," said the gatekeeper. "They're close friends of one of the umpires and they've lost their tickets."

"Throw them out," said the executive. "They're liars. Whoever heard of an umpire having two friends."

Fred

[kalebjarrod]

lol SOUNDS LIKE ME

except i would have killed my wife for the extra room to hold my beer LOL

[Mulisha]

Thats a good one i'm sending that to a few friends ROFL... :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

[sammigold]

Its a good one Merrilyn :lol: :lol: :lol:

[kalebjarrod]

Heres one from my mother in law

"One day I met a sweet gentleman and fell in love. When it became apparent that we would marry, I made the supreme sacrifice and gave up beans.

Some months later, on my birthday, my car broke down on the way home from work. Since I lived in the countryside I called my husband and told him that I would be late because I had to walk home.

On my way, I passed by a small diner and the odor of baked beans was more than I could stand. With miles to walk, I figured that I would walk off any ill effects by the time I reached home, so I stopped at the diner and
before I knew it, I had consumed three large orders of baked beans.

All the way home, I made sure that I released all the gas.

Upon my arrival, my husband seemed excited to see me and exclaimed delightedly:
"Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight."

He then blindfolded me and led me to my chair at the dinner table. I took a seat and just as he was about to remove my blindfold, the telephone rang.

He made me promise not to touch the blindfold until he returned and went to answer the call.

The baked beans I had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure was becoming most unbearable, so while my husband was out of the room I seized the opportunity, shifted my weight to one leg and let one
go.

It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck running over a skunk in front of a pulpwood mill. I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously. Then, shifting to the other cheek, I ripped off three more. The stink was worse than cooked cabbage.

Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversation in the other room, I went on like this for another few minutes. The pleasure was indescribable.

When eventually the telephone farewells signaled the
end of my freedom, I quickly fanned the air a few more times with my napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my hands back on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself.

My face must have been the picture of innocence when my husband returned, apologizing for taking so long. He asked me if I had peeked through the blindfold, and I assured him I had not.

At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests seated around the table chorused:

"Happy Birthday!"

I fainted."