Spread your wings and fly away

young monk arrives at the monastery. He is assigned to helping the other monks in copying the old canons and laws of the church by hand.

He notices, however, that all of the monks are copying from copies, not from the original manuscript. So, the new monk goes to the head abbot to question this, pointing out that if someone made even a small error in the first copy, it would never be picked up! In fact, that error would be continued in all of the subsequent copies.

The head monk, says, "We have been copying from the copies for centuries, but you make a good point, my son."
He goes down into the dark caves underneath the monastery
where the original manuscripts are held as archives in a locked
vault that hasn't been opened for hundreds of years. Hours go
by and nobody sees the old abbot.

So, the young monk gets worried and goes down to look for him. He sees him banging his head against the wall and wailing,
"We missed the "R" ! , we missed the "R" !"

His forehead is all bloody and bruised and he is crying
uncontrollably. The young monk asks the old abbot, "What's wrong, father?"

With A choking voice, the old abbot replies, "The word was...

CELEBRATE!!!"

GUARANTEED TO MAKE YOU SMILE. ESPECIALLY SINCE IT'S A TRUE STORY. (supposedly)

ON JULY 20, 1969, AS COMMANDER OF THE APOLLO 11 LUNAR MODULE, NEIL
ARMSTRONG WAS THE FIRST PERSON TO SET FOOT ON THE MOON.

HIS FIRST WORDS AFTER STEPPING ON THE MOON, "THAT'S ONE SMALL STEP FOR
MAN, ONE GIANT LEAP FOR MANKIND," WERE TELEVISED TO EARTH AND HEARD BY MILLIONS.

BUT JUST BEFORE HE REENTERED THE LANDER, HE MADE THE ENIGMATIC REMARK "GOOD LUCK, MR. GORSKY."

MANY PEOPLE AT NASA THOUGH IT WAS A CASUAL REMARK CONCERNING SOME RIVAL SOVIET COSMONAUT.

HOWEVER, UPON CHECKING, THERE WAS NO GORSKY IN EITHER THE RUSSIAN OR AMERICAN SPACE PROGRAMS.

OVER THE YEARS MANY PEOPLE QUESTIONED ARMSTRONG AS TO WHAT THE "GOOD LUCK, MR. GORSKY... STATEMENT MEANT, BUT ARMSTRONG ALWAYS JUST SMILED.

ON JULY 5, 1995, IN TAMPA BAY, FLORIDA, WHILE ANSWERING QUESTIONS
FOLLOWING A SPEECH, A REPORTER BROUGHT UP THE 26-YEAR-OLD QUESTION TO ARMSTRONG. THIS TIME HE FINALLY RESPONDED.

MR. GORSKY HAD DIED, SO NEIL ARMSTRONG FELT HE COULD ANSWER THE QUESTION.

IN 1938 WHEN HE WAS A KID IN A SMALL MIDWEST TOWN, HE WAS PLAYING
BASEBALL WITH A FRIEND IN THE BACKYARD. HIS FRIEND HIT THE BALL, WHICH LANDED IN HIS NEIGHBOR'S YARD BY THE BEDROOM WINDOWS. HIS NEIGHBORS WERE MR. AND MRS. GORSKY. AS HE LEANED DOWN TO PICK UP THE BALL, YOUNG ARMSTRONG HEARD MRS. GORSKY SHOUTING AT MR. GORSKY. "SEX! YOU WANT SEX?! YOU'LL GET SEX WHEN THE KID NEXT DOOR WALKS ON THE MOON!"

TRUE STORY

Three women and three men are traveling by train to the football.
At

the station, the three men each buy a ticket and watch as the three

women buy just one ticket.

"How are the three of you going to travel on only one ticket?" asks

one of the men.

"Watch and learn," answers one of the women.

They all board the train. The three men take their respective seats

but all three women cram into a toilet together and close the door.

Shortly after the train has departed, the conductor comes around

collecting tickets.

He knocks on the toilet door and says, "Ticket, please."

The door opens just a crack, and a single arm emerges with a ticket
in

hand.

The conductor takes it and moves on. The men see this happen and
agree

it was quite a clever idea; so, after the game, they decide to do
the

same thing on the return trip and save some money.

When they get to the station they buy a single ticket for the return

trip but see, to their astonishment, that the three women don't buy

any ticket at all!!

"How are you going to travel without a ticket?" says one perplexed

man.

"Watch and learn," answer the women.

When they board the train, the three men cram themselves into a

toilet, and the three women cram into another toilet just down the

way.

Shortly after the train is on its way, one of the women leaves her

toilet and walks over to the toilet in which the men are hiding.

The woman knocks on their door and says, "Ticket, please."

I'm still trying to figure out why men ever think they are smarter

than women.

Two farmers, Tam and Shuie, are sitting in the Farmers bar, drinking
beer. Tam turns to Shuie and says, "You know, I'm tired of goin'
through life withoot an education. Tomorrow I think I'll go to the
community college and sign up for some classes."

Shuie thinks it's a good idea, and the two leave.

The next day Tam goes down to the college and meets the Lecturer, who
signs him up for the four basic classes: math, English, history, and
logic.

"Logic?" Tam says. "Fit's that?"

The Lecturer says, "I'll show you. Do you own a Strimmer?"

"Aye"

"Then logically because you own a Strimmer, I think that you have a
Garden."

"That's true, I dae huv a Garden."

"I'm not done," the Lecturer says. "Because you have a Garden, I think
logically that you would have a house."

"Aye, I do have a hoose."

"And because you have a house, I think that you might logically have a
family."

"I have a femily."
"I'm not done yet. Because you have a family, then logically you must
have
a
wife."

"Aye, I dae have a wife."

"And because you have a wife, then logically you must be a
heterosexual."

"I am a heterosexual. That's amazing; you were able to find out all of
that because I have a strimmer." Excited to take the class now, Tam
shakes the Lecturers's hand and leaves to meet Shuie at the pub.

He tells Shuie about his classes, how he is signed up for math,
English, history and logic.

"Logic?" Shuie says, "Fit's that?"

Tam says, "I'll show you. Do you have a strimmer?"

"No."

"Then you're a poof!"

Anyone live near or in Brighton?

I need some recommendations for a restaurant for at least 20 women to eat in, for a Friday at the end of this month. Think Saturday is sorted but any suggestions will be greatfully received

Thanking you in advance.

..... and lots of juvenile joviality ensued as I announced this statement last night as I bit into a cherry scone and one of the cherries fell out.

*well what were you thinking?*

In other news, it is a dull and wet Monday morning here, not a good start to the week, and I think I may be coming down with a cold, as my throat is feeling a little sore this morning and my nose is running away again.

Oh well the week can only get better can't it?

Anyone live near or in Brighton?

I need some recommendations for a restaurant for at least 20 women to eat in, for a Friday. Think Saturday is sorted but any suggestions will be greatfully received

Thanking you in advance

have a good day

hugs xx