Well, midnite came and clock did strike And in she came, did Rabett's wife With legs like scissors and butcher's knives A tattooed breast and flaming eyes And a crimson carnation in her teeth Carving her way through the dance floor And I'm standing over by the bandstand Every eye gaping on RAabett's wife Yeah, every eye gaping on Rabett's wife...
A little light humour If you download the .mp3 file you can hear this from 26.50. Download available for seven days.
From an Edespatch from the Institute of Actuaries
[Note: I know that this doesn't make sense, I typed it as it was read-out.]
"Disclaimer Any opinions or advice contained within are not necessarily those of nor a wholly owned subsidiary thereof nor authorised or regulated by the Financial Services Authority and are intended as general guidance only and do not constitute advice or a contract in law. Help I'm being held prisoner by the Institute of Actuaries they keep me in a windowless office and make stuff envelopes all day, if I don't stuff enough they beat me, please help!"
Eli Rabett, a not quite failed professorial techno-bunny who finally handed in the keys and retired from his wanna be research university. The students continue to be naive but great people and the administrators continue to vary day-to-day between homicidal and delusional without Eli's help. Eli notices from recent political developments that this behavior is not limited to administrators. His colleagues retain their curious inability to see the holes that they dig for themselves. Prof. Rabett is thankful that they, or at least some of them occasionally heeded his pointing out the implications of the various enthusiasms that rattle around the department and school. Ms. Rabett is thankful that Prof. Rabett occasionally heeds her pointing out that he is nuts.
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Accept your fate. I was held prisoner all day by Mrs. Tamino *and* the mother-in-law. The same fate awaits me tomorrow; there's no escape.
Fear Not oh great Rabett! We are coming to get you free. We will depart right away and ...... wait a minute.
What was that honey ..... you need me to pick up some things for your mother - of course, right away.
Well, maybe the rescue will come later.
Best,
Yelling in the Fog
When I was younger,
so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help
in any way.
But now these days are gone,
I'm not so self assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind
and opened up the doors.
Arch Stanton
Well, midnite came and clock did strike
And in she came, did Rabett's wife
With legs like scissors and butcher's knives
A tattooed breast and flaming eyes
And a crimson carnation in her teeth
Carving her way through the dance floor
And I'm standing over by the bandstand
Every eye gaping on RAabett's wife
Yeah, every eye gaping on Rabett's wife...
OOOOOOAaaY! :)
Don't expect us mice to save you, Eli.
There are cats about, you know...
...and bulldog's too (in this very thread)
and Ethon is too fat.
A little light humour
If you download the .mp3 file you can hear this from 26.50. Download available for seven days.
From an Edespatch from the Institute of Actuaries
[Note: I know that this doesn't make sense, I typed it as it was read-out.]
"Disclaimer
Any opinions or advice contained within are not necessarily those of nor a wholly owned subsidiary thereof nor authorised or regulated by the Financial Services Authority and are intended as general guidance only and do not constitute advice or a contract in law. Help I'm being held prisoner by the Institute of Actuaries they keep me in a windowless office and make stuff envelopes all day, if I don't stuff enough they beat me, please help!"
Newsquiz 24.05.2008
http://downloads.bbc.co.uk/podcasts/radio4/fricomedy/fricomedy_20080523-1855.mp3
If it doesn't make you laugh, many apologies for silly British humour!
Well, there's the bad side of being held prisoner, like when Natasha wants me to attend a "couples" baby shower.
And then there's good being held prisoner, like when Natasha...well, I'll assume a Rabbet is familiar with the concept.
She hasn't been reading "Nude Scientist" again, has she?
June 3: No carrot breath yet. Mrs. Rabbit must be a fox.
Arch Stanton
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