1. A little bit of both, but mostly the "nuts" category...
  2. Originally posted by haytrain[..]

    A little bit of both, but mostly the "nuts" category...


    crazy Scots gets my vote. He'd fly a mile if something went wrong there
  3. Originally posted by germcevoy[..]

    crazy Scots gets my vote. He'd fly a mile if something went wrong there


    No kidding. And I suppose there wouldn't be an easy way to notify the driver if something bad happened while he was swinging around up there.
  4. Originally posted by haytrain[..]

    No kidding. And I suppose there wouldn't be an easy way to notify the driver if something bad happened while he was swinging around up there.


    but since when has Health and Safety won the battle against having a laugh?


  5. I'll say funny guy with no nuts...
  6. nuts indeed
  7. Cruel reality:

  8. hello fellas!!
    here's one for all of you!!!

    P.S. Thanks to Frazer Hunt for this one:-

    Paddy had been drinking at his local Dublin pub all day
    and most of the night celebrating St Patrick's Day.

    Mick, the bartender says, "You'll not be drinking anymore
    tonight Paddy.

    Paddy replies, "OK Mick, I'll be on my way then."

    Paddy spins around on his stool and steps off. He falls
    flat on hisface.

    "Shiite" he says and pulls himself up by the stool and
    dusts himself off.

    He takes a step towards the door and falls flat on his face,

    "Shiite, Shiite!"

    He looks to the doorway and thinks to himself that if
    he can just get to the door and some fresh air he'll be fine.

    He belly crawls to the door and shimmies up the door frame.

    He sticks his head outside and takes a deep breath of
    fresh air, feels much better and takes a step out onto
    the sidewalk and falls flat on his
    face.

    "Bi'Jaysus... I'm feckin' fecked," he says.

    He can see his house just a few doors down, and crawls
    to the door, hauls himself up the door frame, opens the
    door and shimmies inside.

    He takes a look up the stairs and says "No feckin' way".

    He crawls up the stairs to his bedroom door and says
    "I can make it to the bed."

    He takes a step into the room and falls flat on his face.

    He says "Feck it" and falls into bed.

    The next morning, his wife, Jayne, comes into the room
    carrying a cup of coffee and says, "Get up Paddy. Did
    you have a bit to drink last night?"

    Paddy says, "I did Jayne. I was feckin' pissed. But
    how'd you know?"

    "Mick phoned... you left your wheelchair at the pub".