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one day a bar keep was wiping down the bench and minding his own business, when suddenly a piece of bounces up to the bar and jumps on a bar stool and says to the bar keep hey mate do yo usell any bread? as you can imagine the bar keep is thinking what the hell a talking walking piece of string? whats going on so he shakily replies with; nah mate ..... you uh you cant get any bread here this is a bar, we sell alcohol and nuts that it but if you go out the door and turn left walk down the street and you will see a bakery, they sell bread. so the piece of string says thanks mate and bounds out of the bar, anyway the barkeep thinks about it for a good couple of hours but after awhile he forgets about and goes about his normal routine anyway the next day at the exact time the piece of string bounces into the bar and goes through the exact same agenda, he asks about the bread and the bar keep gives him the same answer, so the piece of string bounces out of the bar again ....... anyway this exact same thing goes on for a week until sunday,,, the bar keep had been having a rough day all day so he wasnt in the best of moods so when he saw the same god damn piece of string bounce in at the exact same time to ask the same question he lost it, he screamed and swore at the string and said im sick of your sh*t mate you know where to find the bread so stop bothering me and i see yo uagain you'll regret it, soooo the piece of string goes home and decideds to tie himself in a knot and mess up his hair,,,so the next day at the exact same time the piece of string bounces into the bar and the barkeep says oh my god your not that flaming piece of stirng are you and the piece of string replies im a frayed knot

Very droll Wrangler

This one is no joke !!

U know, during my days in a voluntary maritime rescue group, the biggest problem was fund raising.

We got a paying job from the Qld Dept of Environment and Resource Management to accurately count the noddy tern population on Lady Elliott Island.

No mean feat as there were thousands of them and the little buggers wouldn't keep still. Others had tried before and failed.

In the end we came up with a plan that worked.

There was only one water supply on the coral island that they used.

So we got a couple of bags of hoochie weed, ground it up and sprinkled it on the water where it permeated into the supply.

The noddies came down to drink, ingested some hoochie flavoured water became dizzy and couldn't fly.

Then we simply wandered around at our leisure counting them accurately!! QED.

You might say that in our quest for funds we left no tern unstoned.