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A Funny story between a professor and a sailor
Mouthology: A Professor was going by boat. Inwww.onedoor.cc transit he asked the mariner: "Do you know Biology, Ecology, Zoology, Geography, physiology? The mariner denied every one of his inquiries. Teacher: What the damnation do you know on earth. You will bite the dust of ignorance. Inevitably the boat began sinking. The Sailor asked the Professor, do you know swiminology and escapology from sharkology? The teacher said no. Mariner: "Indeed, sharkology and crocodilogy will eat your assology, headology and you will dieology due to your mouthology.CAPTAIN: A navy captain is alerted by his First Mate that t...
The Un dead covid diaries
Creatures of the night rendered powerless in Covid 19 Melbourne Lockdown stage 4、 Forbidden I have been forbidden to wander my beloved city streets. Melbourne has been a city shut down, the residents are suffering under the strictness of Stage 4、 Many suffering severe mental health issues, unemployment, alcohol consumption s rapidly rising. Many people are feeling powerless at under siege by an enemy they cannot see. A virus that has sapped the life out of the city and its people. Once the world’s most liveable city it is now a husk. A shell of its former self. Whilst many people are sufferi...
My wife's birthday
“Back in my day, we meditated when we were stoned, and we were stoned every day. Have you ever pictured a strawberry being inserted into the top of your head while you’re wearing those Kanye sunglasses? You know those glasses? The fence-looking white ones? I think that’s enlightenment. We can’t have Thanksgiving dinner here.”“What are you talking about?” “I don’t know, Diane! Can’t you see that? I just ate a bunch of mushrooms.” “Where did you get the mushrooms?”“You know where I got the mushrooms. Don’t ask me where I got them.”“Did you join that church?” “I don’t have to live like this; answ...
My Stellar Smeller
Stellar SmellerI’ve been a model citizen … until now. There is a chance I may end up in jail and my marriage teeters on shaky ground.This fiasco started over almost a year ago. One morning, I stumbled into the kitchen and couldn’t smell the coffee or anything else. I sniffed cut-up onions. My eyes watered, but no strong pungent aroma. As months passed, I couldn’t tell if my deodorant was working, or if my tennis shoes smelled like funky mushrooms. “Pamela,” my husband, Mort, said, as I sat down at the table. “Something smells.” He sniffed like a dog at dishes on the table and ended up hovering...