Lachen ist gesund - die Fortsetzung

[Big T.]

Und hier der Nachwuchs:
http://www.rasputin.de/CF/Jugend/

ACHTUNG: AUGENKREBS-GEFAHR!!!

Da wird mir doch glatt schwindelig beim draufgucken

[emarzinkowski]

Heute schon geküßt?

[ramibi]

Heute schon geküßt?

... und wieder ein Foto aus Ernas frühen Tagen

[harbad]

mal ne frage an die ösis.
was will uns diese werbung sagen?

[harbad]

gehört zwar nicht hier her ist aber trotzdem gut.. klick

[Big T.]

gehört zwar nicht hier her ist aber trotzdem gut.. klick

Hammergeil
ERNA, wo bist Du, das ist was für Dich

Das Schlagzeugsolo von einem 12-jährigen ist aber auch klasse

EDIT: Was für eine unglaubliche Stimme hat diese 11-jährige bitteschön, hammergeil

Auf der Seite kann man sich ja monatelang rumtreiben

[emarzinkowski]

kanns nicht öffnen
weder mit Opera noch mit IE. überlastet?

[caju]

gehört zwar nicht hier her ist aber trotzdem gut.. klick

Ist das Echt? In den Kommentaren sprechen einige von fake

[harbad]

vom gefühl her würde ich sagen es ist ein fake. einige griffe kommen nach dem ton und dann ist es wieder syncron. klingt aber trotzdem gut.

[emarzinkowski]

Heute Morgen gings
ist echt geil, das Gitarrensolo!

@Big T
Daß du noch an mich gedacht hast... Alle Achtung!

[harbad]

falls sich mal die admins nicht mehr anders zu helfen wissen.

[Anthea]

"Mum? I've got a question. The guys at school are using words I don't understand." "What words, dear?" "Pussy and bitch." Mum inhaled sharply, but then said, "Oh, that's easy. A pussy is a cat, like our little Mittens. A bitch is a female dog, like our Sandy." "Thanks, Mum." He then found his Dad out in the garage. "Dad, the guys at school are using words I don't understand." "What words, son?" "Pussy and bitch. I asked Mom, but I don't think she told me the right meaning." Dad said, "Son, never ask your mother about these things, ask me instead. Let me explain it like this... " He pulled a Playboy from his workbench, turned to the centrefold, drew a circle around the pubic area and said, "Son, everything inside the circle is pussy." "Okay, Dad. Then what's a bitch?" Dad replied, "Everything outside the circle!"

[Anthea]

Dear Mum & Dad, I am well. Hope youse are too. Tell me big brothers Doug and Phil that the Army is better than workin' on the farm - tell them to get in bloody quick smart before the jobs are all gone!

I wuz a bit slow in settling down at first, because ya don't hafta get outta bed until 6am. But I like the sleeping in now, cuz all yagotta do before brekky is make ya bed and shine ya boots and clean ya uniform. No bloody cows to milk, no calves to feed, no feed to stack, nothin'!!

Ya haz gotta shave though, but its not so bad, coz there's lotsa hot water and even a light to see what ya doing! At brekky ya get cereal, fruit and eggs but there's no kangaroo steaks or possum stew like wot Mum makes.

You don't get fed again until noon, and by that time all the city boys are buggered because we've been on a 'route march' - geez its only just like walking to the windmill in the back paddock!! This one will kill me brothers Doug and Phil with laughter. I keep getting medals for shootin' - dunno why. The bullseye is as big as a bloody possum's bum and it don't move and its not firing back at ya like the Johnsons did when our big scrubber bull got into their prize cows before the Ekka last year! All ya gotta do is make yourself comfortable and hit the target - it's a piece of piss!! You don't even load your own cartridges - they comes in little boxes and ya don't have to steady yourself against the rollbar of the roo shooting truck when you reload!

Sometimes ya gotta wrestle with the city boys and I gotta be real careful coz they break easy - it's not like fighting with Doug and Phil and Jack and Boori and Steve and Muzza all at once like we do at home after the muster.

Turns out I'm not a bad boxer either and it looks like I'm the best the platoon's got, and I've only been beaten by this one bloke from the Engineers - he's 6 foot 5 and 15 stone and three pick handles across the shoulders and as ya know I'm only 5 foot 7 and eight stone wringin' wet,but I fought him till the other blokes carried me off to the boozer.

I can't complain about the Army - tell the boys to get in quick before word gets around how bloody good it is. Your loving daughter, Sheila.

[Anthea]

Friday 1st September is the official Slap Your Irritating Co-workers day:

Do you have a co-worker who talks non-stop about nothing, working your last nerve with tedious and boring details that you don't care about? Do you have a co-worker who ALWAYS screws up stuff creating MORE work for you? Do you have a co-worker who is SOOO obnoxious, when he/she enters a room, everyone else clears it?

Well, I am so very glad to officially announce Friday 1st September as SLAP YOUR IRRITATING CO-WORKER DAY!

Here are the rules you must follow:
* You can only slap one person per hour - no more.
* You can slap the same person again if they irritate you again in the same day.
* You are allowed to hold someone down as other co-workers take their turns slapping the irritant.
* No weapons are allowed...other than going upside somebody's head with a stapler or a hole-puncher.

If questioned by a supervisor, you are allowed to LIE, LIE, LIE!

Now, study the rules, break out your list of folks that you want to slap the living day lights out of, and get to slapping... and have a great day!

[Sigittarius-E]

mal ne frage an die ösis.
was will uns diese werbung sagen?

daß ich bald daheim bin, wenn ich dort vorbeifahre

[BartW]

Ein riesiger Ossi geht in Dresden in eine Bar und setzt sich an den Tresen und trinkt Bier mit Schnaps. Nach einer Weile gesellt sich ein offenbar schwuler Mann mit Lederhose, Lederhut, Pilotenbrille und Schnauz zu ihm und ordert ein Bier. Nach drei Bier nimmt der Schwule seinen ganzen Mut zusammen und flüstert dem Gorilla ins Ohr: "Ähh.. na, wie wärs mit einem Blow-Job?" Der grosse Ossi reisst die Augen auf und starrt den Schwulen mit irrem Blick an. Er packt ihn an den Haaren und schleift ihn auf den Parkplatz wo er ihn furchtbar verprügelt. Schliesslich kommt der Ossi -immer noch tobend- wieder rein und setzt sich an die Bar. Der Barmann spricht ihn an: "Mein Gott!!! Ich habe noch nie in meinem Leben jemanden so ausrasten sehen! Was hat er zu dir gesagt?" Darauf der Ossi: "Keine Ahnung... Irgendwas von einem Job."

[steve]

gefährliches Bungeespringen!!
(Geduld, wie immer, mitbringen!!)

[steve]

verschiedene Hoppalas!!

[Anthea]

Der Bush-Pilot

[steve]

in Polen gesehen!!
(pps-Datei)