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I would just like to say....


strongy

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that after listening to Wonkycustard and others complaining about mild cases of man-flu..............

 

Real men can get over it in 24hours with no sleep, a Jap Grand Prix, full days (16hrs) work, Jap Gran Prix highlights, 3 pints of Brains SA and 1/2 bottle Bushmills.

 

 

 

 

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Acctchooo.......

 

 

 

 

Dry-sumped White Supersprint *smile*

 

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After Quasimodo's death, the Bishop of the Cathedral of Notre Dame sent word through the streets of Paris that a new bell ringer was needed. The Bishop decided that he would conduct the interviews personally and went up into the belfry to begin the screening process.

 

After observing several applicants demonstrate their skills, he had decided to call it a day when an arm-less man approached him and announced that he was there to apply for the bell ringer's job. The Bishop was incredulous: "You have no arms!" "No matter." said the man, "Observe!" And he began striking the bells with his face, producing a beautiful melody on the carillon.

 

The Bishop listened in astonishment, convinced he had finally found suitable replacement for Quasimodo. But suddenly, rushing forward to strike a bell, the arm-less man tripped and plunged headlong out of the belfry window to his death in the street below. The stunned bishop rushed to his side.

 

When he reached the street, a crowd had gathered around the fallen figure, drawn by the beautiful music they had heard only moments before. As they silently parted to let the bishop through, one of them asked, "Bishop, who was this man?"

 

"I don't know his name," the bishop sadly replied, "but his face rings a bell."

 

(WAIT, WAIT! Not through yet!!)

 

The following day, despite the sadness that weighed heavily on his heart due to the unfortunate death of the arm-less campanologist, the bishop continued his interviews for the bell ringer of Notre Dame. The first man to approach him said, "Your Excellency, I am the brother of the poor arm-less wretch that fell to his death from this very belfry yesterday. I pray that you honour his life by allowing me to replace him in this duty."

 

The Bishop agreed to give the man an audition, but as the arm-less man's brother stooped to pick up a mallet to strike the first bell, he groaned, clutched at his chest and died on the spot. Two monks, hearing the bishop's cries of grief at this second tragedy, rushed up the stairs to his side.

 

"What has happened? Who is this man?" the first monk asked breathlessly.

 

"I don't know his name," sighed the distraught Bishop... "but he's a dead ringer for his brother."

 

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Dry-sumped White Supersprint *smile*

 

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