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Vol 5

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The photo below was sent to us by John Harris, and is (I think) of course 19RTC at Ballarat in 1960-61. Unfortunately, after 40 years or so, John has forgotten a few of the first names— can anyone help??

 

Back Row L-R:   Jock Turnbull, Tasie Martin, Ian Daly, …..Diffy, …..Schmidt, Laurie Routledge, Bob Bocos, Ken Graham.

Centre Row L-R:   ….. Johnson, …..Morris, Adrian Lutz, John Harris, Ian Martin, Bruno Trenning, Peter Brown,

Front Row L-R:   Hilery Johnson, ….. Lee, ….. White, ….. Brunskill.

 

 

A taxi driver picks up a nun. She gets into the cab and the driver won’t stop staring at her in the rear view mirror. She asks him why he is staring at her, and he says, “Well I’d like to ask you something sister, but I don’t want to offend you”. She says ”My dear son, you cannot offend me, when you’re as old as I am, and have been a nun as long as I have, you’ve seen and heard just about everything. I’m sure there’s nothing you could say that I would find offensive.” “Well”, he says, “It’s always been my fantasy to have a nun kiss me.”  “Oh!” she says, “is that all, let’s see what we can do about that, but first, you have to be single and secondly, you have to be a catholic“  “Oh I’m both” he says.  “Okay then”, the nun says, “pull into that alley over there”.  He does so and the nun fulfils his fantasy. A short time later the cabby starts to cry. “My dear child, why are you crying?” asks the nun.  “I’m so sorry sister, I lied to you” says the cabby, “I’m really married and I’m also Jewish.”  “That’s ok” says the nun, “my name’s really Kevin and I’m on the way to a fancy dress party”.

 

 

And what is this strange ritual...or is it just a case of “mine’s bigger than yours”

 

Gotcha.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And just in case you thought we made up the photo in our last edition—here’s another copy, just to show it was legit..

 

From my Beagle loving mate in Canberra—who shall remain nameless otherwise his wife Joan would belt him!!

 

A woman walks into the doctor’s surgery and says:

“Doctor, I hurt all over”.

“That’s impossible" says the doctor.

“Look” she says, “When I touch my leg—ouch, it hurts, when I touch my head—ouch it hurts, when I touch my chest—ouch, it hurts—see”

The doctor shakes his head, and says “You’re a natural blond aren’t you?”

The woman smiles and says, “Why yes I am, but how did you know that?”

The doctor replies: “Because your finger is broken.”

 

 

 

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