Number 16

A priest was arguing with a rabbi. "What is great in our religion", says the priest, "is there is room for advancement. A humble village priest can become a bishop, an archbishop, a cardinal, who knows, maybe even the Pope!" The rabbi answers: "What about the Almighty? Can he become the Almighty?" "Certainly not!", responds the priest, "What a sacrilegious thought! No mere mortal man can aspire to become the Almighty!" The rabbi retorts, "One of our boys made it."

They'll certainly get the seagulls flocking to AAMI Park.

Grandpa tells his grandson, "All you kids do these days is play video games." "When I was your age", he continued, "my buddies and I went to Paris; we went to the Moulin Rouge, and I flirted with a dancer on stage, we didn't pay for our drinks all night, and when the bartender complained we ###### on him.” The grandson thinks his grandfather is right. He goes to Paris and the Moulin Rouge with his friends. He comes back three days later with a broken arm and covered in bruises. The grandfather asks, "What the hell happened to you?" The grandson says, "I did just like you did. I went to the Moulin Rouge with my friends; I tried to flirt with a dancer on stage and ###### on the bartender - but they beat the out of me and stole all the cash in my wallet!" The grandfather asks, "Well, who the hell did you go with?" The grandson says, "My friends from school. Who did you go with?" The grandfather says, "Well... with the 2nd SS Panzer Division."

Never watched union, but he was clearly a respected and legendary figure from the WRU's Golden Age.

Was the game indoors? If so, maybe they don't kick for goal, but award either four points or five depending on where the try is scored.

I reckon most could. It must be tough being on the circuit. Too many hotel breakfasts!

So both London and Salford have plain looking shirts, one black and the other red; one slated and the other praised! Strange!

Bunting never, as in NEVER, beats MVG. It must now be preying on his mind, big time.

Nah! That was just a punter dressed as a banana.

Somewhat amusing impersonations of the players...

I went up to that game, too. BP was buzzing. Yesterday, we fell to the foot of L1, five point from safety, after a draw at Fleetwood. But despite that, I'm confident we'll stay up as the new owners are making funding available to strengthen. The club broke its record signing fee last week in picking up Harrogate's Luke Armstrong. Good days ahead!

And spelt is a serial.

Highlights from the NSW Aboriginal RL festival. Here

Huh!!!

A Royal Engineer dies.. and goes to Hell. Dissatisfied with the level of comfort, he starts designing and building improvements. After a while, Hell has airconditioning, flush toilets and escalators. The engineer is a pretty popular guy. One day God calls and asks Satan, "So, how's it going down there?" Satan says, "Hey things are going great. We've got air conditioning and flush toilets and escalators, and there's no telling what this engineer is going to come up with next." God is horrified. "What? You've got an engineer? That's a mistake - he should never have gone down there! You know all engineers go to Heaven. Send him up here! "Satan says, "No way. I like having an engineer on the staff. I'm keeping him." God says, "Send him back up here or I'll sue." "Yeah, right," Satan laughs, "and where are you going to get a lawyer?"

So that's why we never see you back in Croydon!

I don't often visit AoB, so shocked to see the post. Met him a couple of times and an utterly decent chap. Rest well.

'haven think Workington is posh. Town think the same of Whitehaven. Whereas us from Carlisle know that both are plebs.

You must underestimate the bl00dy mindedness (and stupidity) of northerners.

True. At every increase to the salary cap you never hear of the leading players declining higher wages so that those at the lower end of the 30 can get more.

You can play a leftie Buzzword Bingo with that report... community, impact, deprived, grassroots, social investment... ad nauseum.

A man walked into a pub and asked for a beer and a double entendre, so the barmaid gave him one. (The old ones are still the best!)

Great to see.

So following his lead can they all be merged into one super thread and named Superten's Super Fail.

I'm proud to announce that I have just finished my seventh Marathon in only seven days... Or Snickers as they're now named.