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GARDEN SNAKES CAN BE DANGEROUS

Green Tree Snakes  (
Dendrolaphis punctulata) can be dangerous.


Yes, tree snakes or grass snakes, not brown snakes or taipans. Here's why:




A couple in Townsville, had a lot of potted plants.


During a recent cold winter (for Townsville that is!),


the wife was bringing some of the valued tender ones


indoors to protect them from the cold night.



It turned out that a little green tree snake was hidden in one of the plants.


When it had warmed up, it slithered out and the wife saw it go under the lounge.
She let out a very loud scream.

The husband (who was taking a shower) ran out into the living room naked


to see what the problem was.


She told him there was a snake under the lounge.

He got down on the floor on his hands and knees to look for it.


About that time the family dog came and cold-nosed him on the behind.


He thought the snake had bitten him, so he screamed and fell over on the floor.

His wife thought he had had a heart attack, so she covered him up,


told him to lie still and called an ambulance.

The paramedics rushed in, would not listen to his protests, loaded him


on their stretcher, and started carrying him out.

About that time, the snake came out from under the lounge and


the paramedic saw it and dropped his end of the stretcher.


That's when the man broke his leg and why he is still in hospital.

The wife still had the problem of the snake in the house,


so she called on a neighbour who volunteered to capture the snake.


He armed himself with a rolled-up newspaper and began poking under the lounge.


Soon he decided it was gone and told the woman, who sat down on the lounge in relief.

But while relaxing, her hand dangled in between the cushions,


where she felt the snake wriggling around.


She screamed and fainted, the snake rushed back under the lounge.

The neighbour, seeing her lying there passed out, tried to use CPR to revive her.

The neighbour's wife, who had just returned from shopping at Woolies,


saw her husband's mouth on the woman's mouth and slammed her


husband on the back of the head with a bag of canned goods,


knocking him out and cutting his scalp to a point where it needed stitches.

The noise woke the woman from her dead faint and she saw her


neighbour lying on the floor with his wife bending over him,


so she assumed that the snake had bitten him.


She went to the kitchen and got a small bottle of whiskey,


and began pouring it down the man's throat.

By now, the police had arrived.

They saw the unconscious man, smelled the whiskey, and assumed


that a drunken fight had occurred.


They were about to arrest them all, when the women tried to explain


how it all happened over a little garden snake!

The police called an ambulance, which took away the neighbour and his sobbing wife.

Now, the little snake again crawled out from under the lounge and one


of the policemen drew his gun and fired at it.


He missed the snake and hit the leg of the end table.


The table fell over, the lamp on it shattered and, as the bulb broke,


it started a fire in the curtains.

The other policeman tried to beat out the flames, and fell through the window


into the yard on top of the family dog who, startled, jumped out and raced


into the street, where an oncoming car swerved to avoid it and


smashed into the parked police car.

Meanwhile, neighbours saw the burning curtains and called in the fire brigade.


The firemen had started raising the fire ladder when they were halfway down the street.


The rising ladder tore out the overhead wires, put out the power, and disconnected


the power in a ten-square city block area (but they did get the house fire out).

Time passed! The snake was caught and both men were discharged from the hospital,


the house was repaired, the dog came home, the police acquired a new car


and all was right with their world.

A while later they were watching TV and the weatherman announced a cold snap for that night.


The wife asked her husband if he thought they should bring in their plants for the night.

And that's when he shot her.

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GARDEN SNAKES CAN BE DANGEROUS

Green Tree Snakes  (
Dendrolaphis punctulata) can be dangerous.


Yes, tree snakes or grass snakes, not brown snakes or taipans. Here's why:




A couple in Townsville, had a lot of potted plants.


During a recent cold winter (for Townsville that is!),


the wife was bringing some of the valued tender ones


indoors to protect them from the cold night.



It turned out that a little green tree snake was hidden in one of the plants.


When it had warmed up, it slithered out and the wife saw it go under the lounge.
She let out a very loud scream.

The husband (who was taking a shower) ran out into the living room naked


to see what the problem was.


She told him there was a snake under the lounge.

He got down on the floor on his hands and knees to look for it.


About that time the family dog came and cold-nosed him on the behind.


He thought the snake had bitten him, so he screamed and fell over on the floor.

His wife thought he had had a heart attack, so she covered him up,


told him to lie still and called an ambulance.

The paramedics rushed in, would not listen to his protests, loaded him


on their stretcher, and started carrying him out.

About that time, the snake came out from under the lounge and


the paramedic saw it and dropped his end of the stretcher.


That's when the man broke his leg and why he is still in hospital.

The wife still had the problem of the snake in the house,


so she called on a neighbour who volunteered to capture the snake.


He armed himself with a rolled-up newspaper and began poking under the lounge.


Soon he decided it was gone and told the woman, who sat down on the lounge in relief.

But while relaxing, her hand dangled in between the cushions,


where she felt the snake wriggling around.


She screamed and fainted, the snake rushed back under the lounge.

The neighbour, seeing her lying there passed out, tried to use CPR to revive her.

The neighbour's wife, who had just returned from shopping at Woolies,


saw her husband's mouth on the woman's mouth and slammed her


husband on the back of the head with a bag of canned goods,


knocking him out and cutting his scalp to a point where it needed stitches.

The noise woke the woman from her dead faint and she saw her


neighbour lying on the floor with his wife bending over him,


so she assumed that the snake had bitten him.


She went to the kitchen and got a small bottle of whiskey,


and began pouring it down the man's throat.

By now, the police had arrived.

They saw the unconscious man, smelled the whiskey, and assumed


that a drunken fight had occurred.


They were about to arrest them all, when the women tried to explain


how it all happened over a little garden snake!

The police called an ambulance, which took away the neighbour and his sobbing wife.

Now, the little snake again crawled out from under the lounge and one


of the policemen drew his gun and fired at it.


He missed the snake and hit the leg of the end table.


The table fell over, the lamp on it shattered and, as the bulb broke,


it started a fire in the curtains.

The other policeman tried to beat out the flames, and fell through the window


into the yard on top of the family dog who, startled, jumped out and raced


into the street, where an oncoming car swerved to avoid it and


smashed into the parked police car.

Meanwhile, neighbours saw the burning curtains and called in the fire brigade.


The firemen had started raising the fire ladder when they were halfway down the street.


The rising ladder tore out the overhead wires, put out the power, and disconnected


the power in a ten-square city block area (but they did get the house fire out).

Time passed! The snake was caught and both men were discharged from the hospital,


the house was repaired, the dog came home, the police acquired a new car


and all was right with their world.

A while later they were watching TV and the weatherman announced a cold snap for that night.


The wife asked her husband if he thought they should bring in their plants for the night.

And that's when he shot her.


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Re: Friday funny...only in Australia (bit long but read it all....)
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From a review on Amazon for Veet Hair removal:


 


 


After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some of this as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly succesful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits. Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit of a treat.
I ordered it well in advance and working in the North sea I considerd myself a bit above some of the characters writing the previous reviews and wrote them off as soft office types...oh my fellow sufferers how wrong I was. I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen.
I didn't have long to wait. At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head. Religion hadn't featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any religion to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the destruction of the meat and two veg. Struggling to not bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel of in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair. Through the haze of tears I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief. I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, tore the lid of and positioned it under me.
The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing soon returned .Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadn't managed to give the starfish any treatment and I groped around in the drawer for something else as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon.I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so.I took a handful of them and tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse. This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found it's way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running it's engines behind me. This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain.
The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before. unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering..." Ooooh that feels good ". Understandably this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and as I hadn't heard her come in it caused an involutary spasm of shock in myself which resulted in the sprout being ejected at quite some speed in her direction. I can understand that having a sprout farted against your leg at 11 at night in the kitchen probably wasn't the special surprise she was expecting and having to explain to the kids the next day what the strange hollow in the ice cream was didn't improve my status...So to sum it up Veet removes hair, dignity and self respect...:)

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From a review on Amazon for Veet Hair removal:


 


 


After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some of this as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly succesful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits. Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit of a treat.
I ordered it well in advance and working in the North sea I considerd myself a bit above some of the characters writing the previous reviews and wrote them off as soft office types...oh my fellow sufferers how wrong I was. I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen.
I didn't have long to wait. At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head. Religion hadn't featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any religion to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the destruction of the meat and two veg. Struggling to not bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel of in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair. Through the haze of tears I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief. I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, tore the lid of and positioned it under me.
The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing soon returned .Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadn't managed to give the starfish any treatment and I groped around in the drawer for something else as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon.I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so.I took a handful of them and tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse. This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found it's way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running it's engines behind me. This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain.
The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before. unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering..." Ooooh that feels good ". Understandably this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and as I hadn't heard her come in it caused an involutary spasm of shock in myself which resulted in the sprout being ejected at quite some speed in her direction. I can understand that having a sprout farted against your leg at 11 at night in the kitchen probably wasn't the special surprise she was expecting and having to explain to the kids the next day what the strange hollow in the ice cream was didn't improve my status...So to sum it up Veet removes hair, dignity and self respect...:)


Jonathan S, Jun 12, 2015 @ 14:46
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Re: Friday funny...only in Australia (bit long but read it all....)
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Just for those who are not acquainted with the expression 'Lounge', this in Australian English means settee, couch, or [is actually short for] lounge suite. OK Jeffrey, only trying to be helpful. Super story!

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Just for those who are not acquainted with the expression 'Lounge', this in Australian English means settee, couch, or [is actually short for] lounge suite. OK Jeffrey, only trying to be helpful. Super story!


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Just for those who are not acquainted with the expression 'Lounge', this in Australian English means settee, couch, or [is actually short for] lounge suite. OK Jeffrey, only trying to be helpful. Super story!


Jun 14, 15 17:15

Whatever would we do without you Sheila !!!

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Whatever would we do without you Sheila !!!


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