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size=2><B>Sent:</B> 16 April 2003 10:29<BR><B>Subject:</B> [TTFF] mid-week
joke<BR><BR></DIV></FONT><TT>Ethel was a bit of a demon in her wheelchair, and
loved to charge around the nursing home, taking corners on one wheel and getting
up to maximum speed on the long corridors. <BR><BR>Because the poor woman was
one sandwich short of a picnic, the other residents tolerated her, and some of
the males actually joined in. One day, Ethel was speeding up one corridor when a
door opened and Kooky Clarence stepped out with his arm outstretched. "STOP!",
he shouted in firm voice. "Have you got a license for that thing?" <BR>Ethel
fished around in her handbag and pulled out a Kit Kat wrapper and held it up to
him. <BR>"OK" he said, and away Ethel sped down the hall. As she took the corner
near the TV lounge on one wheel, Weird Harold popped out in front of her and
shouted, "STOP! Have you got proof of insurance?" <BR>Ethel dug into her
handbag, pulled out a drink coaster and held it up to him. Harold nodded and
said, "Carry on, ma'am." As Ethel neared the final corridor before the front
door, Crazy Craig stepped out in front of her, stark naked, holding a very
sizable erection in his hand. "Oh, Good grief," said Ethel, "Not the
breathalyzer again!" <BR><BR><BR><BR></TT></BODY></HTML>