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In honour of Burns Night...
Jan. 25th, 2011 11:45 pm...have a joke:
An English doctor is being shown around a Scottish hospital.
At the end of his visit, he is shown into a ward with a number of patients who show no obvious signs of injury. He goes to examine the first man he sees, and the man proclaims:
Fair fa' yer honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain e' the puddin' race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
painch tripe or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o' a grace
as lang's my arm.
The Englishman, somewhat taken aback, goes to the next patient, and immediately the patient launches into:
Some hae meat, and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it,
But we hae meat and we can eat,
And sae the Lord be thankit.
This continues with the next patient:
Wee sleekit cow'rin tim'rous beastie,
O what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
wi' bickering brattle.
I wad be laith to run and chase thee,
wi' murdering prattle!"
"Well," the Englishman mutters to his Scottish colleague, "I see you saved the psychiatric ward for the last."
"Nay, nay," the Scottish doctor corrected him, "this is the Serious Burns unit."
An English doctor is being shown around a Scottish hospital.
At the end of his visit, he is shown into a ward with a number of patients who show no obvious signs of injury. He goes to examine the first man he sees, and the man proclaims:
Fair fa' yer honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain e' the puddin' race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
painch tripe or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o' a grace
as lang's my arm.
The Englishman, somewhat taken aback, goes to the next patient, and immediately the patient launches into:
Some hae meat, and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it,
But we hae meat and we can eat,
And sae the Lord be thankit.
This continues with the next patient:
Wee sleekit cow'rin tim'rous beastie,
O what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
wi' bickering brattle.
I wad be laith to run and chase thee,
wi' murdering prattle!"
"Well," the Englishman mutters to his Scottish colleague, "I see you saved the psychiatric ward for the last."
"Nay, nay," the Scottish doctor corrected him, "this is the Serious Burns unit."
In honour of Burns Night...
Jan. 25th, 2011 11:45 pm...have a joke:
An English doctor is being shown around a Scottish hospital.
At the end of his visit, he is shown into a ward with a number of patients who show no obvious signs of injury. He goes to examine the first man he sees, and the man proclaims:
Fair fa' yer honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain e' the puddin' race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
painch tripe or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o' a grace
as lang's my arm.
The Englishman, somewhat taken aback, goes to the next patient, and immediately the patient launches into:
Some hae meat, and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it,
But we hae meat and we can eat,
And sae the Lord be thankit.
This continues with the next patient:
Wee sleekit cow'rin tim'rous beastie,
O what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
wi' bickering brattle.
I wad be laith to run and chase thee,
wi' murdering prattle!"
"Well," the Englishman mutters to his Scottish colleague, "I see you saved the psychiatric ward for the last."
"Nay, nay," the Scottish doctor corrected him, "this is the Serious Burns unit."
An English doctor is being shown around a Scottish hospital.
At the end of his visit, he is shown into a ward with a number of patients who show no obvious signs of injury. He goes to examine the first man he sees, and the man proclaims:
Fair fa' yer honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain e' the puddin' race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
painch tripe or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o' a grace
as lang's my arm.
The Englishman, somewhat taken aback, goes to the next patient, and immediately the patient launches into:
Some hae meat, and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it,
But we hae meat and we can eat,
And sae the Lord be thankit.
This continues with the next patient:
Wee sleekit cow'rin tim'rous beastie,
O what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
wi' bickering brattle.
I wad be laith to run and chase thee,
wi' murdering prattle!"
"Well," the Englishman mutters to his Scottish colleague, "I see you saved the psychiatric ward for the last."
"Nay, nay," the Scottish doctor corrected him, "this is the Serious Burns unit."
Random Manatee
Jan. 2nd, 2011 06:00 pmFor some reason I'm finding the below hilarious. I keep looking at it and sniggering.
( Random manatee under cut... )
( Random manatee under cut... )
Random Manatee
Jan. 2nd, 2011 06:00 pmFor some reason I'm finding the below hilarious. I keep looking at it and sniggering.
( Random manatee under cut... )
( Random manatee under cut... )
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crickwooder...
Can't. Breathe...
Laughing. Too. Much...
Cake Wrecks
Oh god, some of these are just fabulous...
crickwooder...Can't. Breathe...
Laughing. Too. Much...
Cake Wrecks
Oh god, some of these are just fabulous...
So, I'm pretty sure everyone's seen this by now, but I wanted to post it here so I could remember where it was.
( The perils of cat ownership )
( The perils of cat ownership )
Interpretive Mime!
May. 12th, 2007 07:21 pmFor those of you who have seen Johann Lippowitz's interpretive mime of Torn (also available with added Natalie Imbruglia), there's also Wherever I Lay My Hat and Don't Look Back In Anger.
Hee!
Hee!
Viking Kittens!
Jul. 24th, 2006 07:22 pmSo, I'm on docmichelle's LJ, and I see a link that says 'Viking Kittens'. 'Viking Kittens?' thinks me. 'What on earth are Viking Kittens?'
So I click.
O_o
o_O
O_O
Viking Kittens!
I think I'm in love *grin*
docmichelle's LJ, and I see a link that says 'Viking Kittens'. 'Viking Kittens?' thinks me. 'What on earth are Viking Kittens?'So I click.
O_o
o_O
O_O
Viking Kittens!
I think I'm in love *grin*
