I've just had a flashback to my childhood with that Smug, my mates mother had one tooth in her mouth, a front one. We nicknamed her Juanita
I told my son, "You will marry the girl I choose." He said, "NO!" I told him, "She is Bill Gates' daughter." He said, "OK." I called Bill Gates and said, "I want your daughter to marry my son." Bill Gates said, "NO." I told Bill Gates, My son is the CEO of World Bank." Bill Gates said, "OK." I called the President of World Bank and asked him to make my son the CEO. He said, "NO?" I told him, "My son is Bill Gates' son-in-law." He said, "OK." This is exactly how politics works... Credit Goes To The Respective Owner
Very clever. I especially like the part where Riker and Picard were able to change their uniform during the conversation. (Yes, I’m that sad to notice it and comment on it!).
Four old retired men are walking down a street in London when they see a sign that says, "Old Timers Bar . . . . all drinks 10p." They look at each other and go in, thinking that this is too good to be true. The old barman says in a voice that carries across the room, "Come on in and let me pour one for you. What'll it be, gentlemen ? There's a fully stocked bar, so each of the men orders a martini. In no time the barman serves up four iced martinis (shaken . . . . not stirred) and says, "That'll be 40p, please." The four men stare at the barman for a moment, then at each other. They can't believe their good luck. They pay the 40p, finish their martinis, and order another round. Again, four excellent martinis are produced, with the barman again saying, "That's 40p, please." They pay the 40p, but their curiosity gets the better of them. They've each had two martinis and haven't even spent a £1 yet. Finally one of them says, "How can you afford to serve martinis as good as these for only 10p each ?" "I'm a retired tailor, and I always wanted to own a bar" the barman says. "Last year I won £25 million on the lottery and decided to open this place. Every drink costs 10p. wine, spirits, beer . . . . it's all the same." "Wow . . . . that's some story" one of the men said. As the four of them sip their martinis they can't help noticing seven other people at the end of the bar who don't have any drinks in front of them and haven't ordered anything whilst they've been there drinking their Martinis. Nodding at the seven at the end of the bar, one of the men asks the barman, "What's with them ?" The barman says "They're down from Scotland, and they're waiting for Happy Hour when drinks are half-price."
