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A psychologist was conducting a group therapy session with four young mothers and their small children.
"You all have obsessions," he observed.
To the first mother, he said, "You are obsessed with eating. You've even named your daughter Candy."
He turned to the second mom. "Your obsession is money. Again, it manifests itself in your child's name, Penny."
To the third mother he said, "You are obsessed with flowers.You've named your daughter Lilly."
At this point, the fourth mother got up, took her little boy by the hand and whispered, "Come on, Dick, let's go."
This morning I'm struggling to play "Toothless Grin" on my valve trombone. May have bitten off more than I can chew. Nice hair, Shy.
Blimey, Simon, where you bin?
Simon? Blimey.
You talkin' to me? I tried to get into WABD a few times but my UKA password didn't work and I couldn't get a new one because my email was already in their system and no, they wouldn't let me change my WABD password because I didn't know what it was. So I gave up. Kept writing though. I'm not your lost youth; I'm your lost distinguished senior. I have left instructions for a Hokey Kokey funeral, which in theory should last forever. Eternity at last!
Why didn't you email me? I would have sorted you out (so to speak) in minutes!