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Paul.S
S'why I always take my water pistol with me wherever I go.
"Through me the way into the suffering city,
Through me the way to the eternal pain,
Through me the way that runs among the lost.
Justice urged on my high artificer;
My maker was divine authority,
The highest wisdom, and the primal love.
Before me nothing but eternal things were made,
And I endure eternally.
Abandon every hope, ye who enter here."
A Moslem man dies and arrives in Heaven. He is very excited as, all
his life he has longed to meet the Prophet Mohammed.
Having arrived at the Gates of Heaven, he meets a man with a beard.
'Are you Mohammed?' he asks
'No, my son. I am Peter. Mohammed is higher up'
And he points him to a ladder that rises into the clouds
Delighted that Mohammed should be higher than Peter, he climbed the
ladder in great strides.
He meets another bearded man.
Full of hope, he asks again, 'Are you Mohammed?'
'No, I am Jesus. Mohammed is higher up still' Mohammed higher than
Jesus! The poor man can hardly contain his delight and climbs and
climbs, ever higher.
Once again, he meets a man with a beard and repeats his question:
'Are you Mohammed?'
'No, I am Moses. Mohammed is higher still' Exhausted but with heart
full of joy, he continues to climb the ladder and, yet again, he meets
a man with a beard.
'Are you Mohammed?' he gasps, as he is by now totally out of breath
from all his climbing.
'No, my son. I am God.. But you look exhausted. Would you like a coffee?'
'Yes please, my Lord'
God looks behind him, claps his hands and calls out:
'Mohammed, two coffees please.'
A Moslem man dies and arrives in Heaven. He is very excited as, all
his life he has longed to meet the Prophet Mohammed.
Having arrived at the Gates of Heaven, he meets a man with a beard.
'Are you Mohammed?' he asks
'No, my son. I am Peter. Mohammed is higher up'
And he points him to a ladder that rises into the clouds
Delighted that Mohammed should be higher than Peter, he climbed the
ladder in great strides.
He meets another bearded man.
Full of hope, he asks again, 'Are you Mohammed?'
'No, I am Jesus. Mohammed is higher up still' Mohammed higher than
Jesus! The poor man can hardly contain his delight and climbs and
climbs, ever higher.
Once again, he meets a man with a beard and repeats his question:
'Are you Mohammed?'
'No, I am Moses. Mohammed is higher still' Exhausted but with heart
full of joy, he continues to climb the ladder and, yet again, he meets
a man with a beard.
'Are you Mohammed?' he gasps, as he is by now totally out of breath
from all his climbing.
'No, my son. I am God.. But you look exhausted. Would you like a coffee?'
'Yes please, my Lord'
God looks behind him, claps his hands and calls out:
'Mohammed, two coffees please.'
"Sky and Setanta have the right to choose their games and it will be the same for everyone. So Mr Ferguson will not be complaining about fixtures and a campaign against United.
"Or there is another option. That Mr Ferguson organises the fixtures in his office and sends it to us and everyone will know and cannot complain. That is simple."
A Moslem man dies and arrives in Heaven. He is very excited as, all
his life he has longed to meet the Prophet Mohammed.
Having arrived at the Gates of Heaven, he meets a man with a beard.
'Are you Mohammed?' he asks
'No, my son. I am Peter. Mohammed is higher up'
And he points him to a ladder that rises into the clouds
Delighted that Mohammed should be higher than Peter, he climbed the
ladder in great strides.
He meets another bearded man.
Full of hope, he asks again, 'Are you Mohammed?'
'No, I am Jesus. Mohammed is higher up still' Mohammed higher than
Jesus! The poor man can hardly contain his delight and climbs and
climbs, ever higher.
Once again, he meets a man with a beard and repeats his question:
'Are you Mohammed?'
'No, I am Moses. Mohammed is higher still' Exhausted but with heart
full of joy, he continues to climb the ladder and, yet again, he meets
a man with a beard.
'Are you Mohammed?' he gasps, as he is by now totally out of breath
from all his climbing.
'No, my son. I am God.. But you look exhausted. Would you like a coffee?'
'Yes please, my Lord'
God looks behind him, claps his hands and calls out:
'Mohammed, two coffees please.'
A Moslem man dies and arrives in Heaven. He is very excited as, all
his life he has longed to meet the Prophet Mohammed.
Having arrived at the Gates of Heaven, he meets a man with a beard.
'Are you Mohammed?' he asks
'No, my son. I am Peter. Mohammed is higher up'
And he points him to a ladder that rises into the clouds
Delighted that Mohammed should be higher than Peter, he climbed the
ladder in great strides.
He meets another bearded man.
Full of hope, he asks again, 'Are you Mohammed?'
'No, I am Jesus. Mohammed is higher up still' Mohammed higher than
Jesus! The poor man can hardly contain his delight and climbs and
climbs, ever higher.
Once again, he meets a man with a beard and repeats his question:
'Are you Mohammed?'
'No, I am Moses. Mohammed is higher still' Exhausted but with heart
full of joy, he continues to climb the ladder and, yet again, he meets
a man with a beard.
'Are you Mohammed?' he gasps, as he is by now totally out of breath
from all his climbing.
'No, my son. I am God.. But you look exhausted. Would you like a coffee?'
'Yes please, my Lord'
God looks behind him, claps his hands and calls out:
'Mohammed, two coffees please.'
Ironically, the only toilets big enough to run around in
My daughter has reached that age where she is asking embarrassing
questions about sex.
just this morning she asked, "Is that the best you can do?"
A woman brings eight-year-old Johnny home and tells his mother that he
was
caught playing doctors and nurses with Mary, her eight-year-old
daughter.
Johnny's mother says, "Let's not be too harsh on them.... they are
bound
to be curious about sex at that age."
"Curious about sex?" replies Mary's mother. "He's taken her ****ing
appendix out!"
Police have finally admitted they got it wrong in the shooting of Jean
Charles de Menez.
It was his naughty brother Dennis they were after
met a 14 year old girl on the internet. She was clever, funny, flirty
and sexy, so I suggested we meet up.
She turned out to be an undercover detective.
How cool is that at her age?!
I was at a cash machine when an old lady walked up and asked me to help
her check her balance
So I pushed her over
I just saw that Harry Potter film. A bit unrealistic if you ask me. I
mean, a ginger kid, with two friends?
I had a mate who was suicidal
He was really depressed, so I pushed him in front of a steam train
Ironically, the only toilets big enough to run around in
My daughter has reached that age where she is asking embarrassing
questions about sex.
just this morning she asked, "Is that the best you can do?"
A woman brings eight-year-old Johnny home and tells his mother that he
was
caught playing doctors and nurses with Mary, her eight-year-old
daughter.
Johnny's mother says, "Let's not be too harsh on them.... they are
bound
to be curious about sex at that age."
"Curious about sex?" replies Mary's mother. "He's taken her ****ing
appendix out!"
Police have finally admitted they got it wrong in the shooting of Jean
Charles de Menez.
It was his naughty brother Dennis they were after
met a 14 year old girl on the internet. She was clever, funny, flirty
and sexy, so I suggested we meet up.
She turned out to be an undercover detective.
How cool is that at her age?!
I was at a cash machine when an old lady walked up and asked me to help
her check her balance
So I pushed her over
I just saw that Harry Potter film. A bit unrealistic if you ask me. I
mean, a ginger kid, with two friends?
I had a mate who was suicidal
He was really depressed, so I pushed him in front of a steam train
Been chatting to a 14 year old girl on the internet. She's funny, sexy and flirty.
Now she tells me she's an undercover cop.
How cool is that at her age?
fail
"Sky and Setanta have the right to choose their games and it will be the same for everyone. So Mr Ferguson will not be complaining about fixtures and a campaign against United.
"Or there is another option. That Mr Ferguson organises the fixtures in his office and sends it to us and everyone will know and cannot complain. That is simple."
"Through me the way into the suffering city,
Through me the way to the eternal pain,
Through me the way that runs among the lost.
Justice urged on my high artificer;
My maker was divine authority,
The highest wisdom, and the primal love.
Before me nothing but eternal things were made,
And I endure eternally.
Abandon every hope, ye who enter here."
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