Mini Ecosse
12th February 2009, 07:04 PM
One for all you peeps with snow.
Still raining in Oban & +8C!
One winter morning a couple are listening to the radio over
breakfast.
They hear the announcer say, "We are going to have 8 to 10 inches of
snow today. You must park your car on the even-numbered side of the
street, so the snowploughs can get through."
Norman's wife goes out and moves her car.
A week later while they are eating breakfast again, the radio
announcer says, "We are expecting 10 to 12 inches of snow today. You
must park your car on the odd-numbered side of the street, so the
snowploughs
can get through."
Norman's wife goes out and moves her car again.
The next week they are again having breakfast, when the radio
announcer says, "We are expecting 12 to 14 inches of snow today. You
must park...."
Then the power goes out.
Norman's wife is very upset, and with a worried look on her face she
says, "Honey, I don't know what to do. Which side of the street do I
need to park on so the snowploughs can get through?"
With the love and understanding in his voice that all men who are
married to blondes exhibit, Norman says
.
.
.
.
.
"Why don't you just leave it in the garage this time?"
Don't tell me I know it's worse than Mark's :Whistle::Whistle:
Still raining in Oban & +8C!
One winter morning a couple are listening to the radio over
breakfast.
They hear the announcer say, "We are going to have 8 to 10 inches of
snow today. You must park your car on the even-numbered side of the
street, so the snowploughs can get through."
Norman's wife goes out and moves her car.
A week later while they are eating breakfast again, the radio
announcer says, "We are expecting 10 to 12 inches of snow today. You
must park your car on the odd-numbered side of the street, so the
snowploughs
can get through."
Norman's wife goes out and moves her car again.
The next week they are again having breakfast, when the radio
announcer says, "We are expecting 12 to 14 inches of snow today. You
must park...."
Then the power goes out.
Norman's wife is very upset, and with a worried look on her face she
says, "Honey, I don't know what to do. Which side of the street do I
need to park on so the snowploughs can get through?"
With the love and understanding in his voice that all men who are
married to blondes exhibit, Norman says
.
.
.
.
.
"Why don't you just leave it in the garage this time?"
Don't tell me I know it's worse than Mark's :Whistle::Whistle: