Your April Fool edition of kick-back-and-relax. Enjoy!

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  • At 2008.04.01 19:25, Asinus Asinum Fricat said:

    The funniest April Fool’s joke I’ve lived through was in the eighties in Australia. There was a late news show on television which always started at twelve midnight and was anchored by a mildly mannered host, a no nonsense type of person, but the news gathered were top notch, from all over the world. One night, at one past midnight, yes, the 1st of April (all of us had forgotten that it started at midnight) this host calmly announced that there had been a scare in most Sydney seaside suburbs, and legions of blue pincer crabs (a sturdy little bugger with really long, slender pincers that can crack a walnut) had invaded the sewage system, and then warned all viewers to make sure they flushed the toilet before they’d sit down on the throne in case a crab made it up the pipe! Apparently, the city water tanks went south as panic spread statewide. The next day, the Sydney waterboard issued a severe warning to the television station for having wasted zillions of gallons of water. Goes to show that most people fell for it….

    • At 2008.04.01 20:05, Asinus Asinum Fricat said:

      Some of us here in Ireland are fighting to save Tara from destruction: the government has decided to put a motorway through the hills of ancient Tara. Yep, that’s right. You don’t see the Egyptians building a motorway through the Pyramids, they’re not stupid. So, here’s the battle call:

      The Third Battle of Tara
      By Colm MacNiallais

      The king marches over the hill
      Sees the land his people are trying to kill
      Sees the destruction to his queen, his wife
      The land he married and gave his life
      Anger fills his heart to the brim
      And his feelings are hateful and grim
      `My lady Tara, this road shall not go through
      Across the sea I grew
      Now I return for you
      I’ll fight and die for ancient Tara.’

      The army marches behind their king
      Going where Tara’s cries high above sing
      Willing to die for their queen
      Sword, spear and bow are seen
      They follow her banner bearer
      Against traitor and betrayer
      `Our lady Tara, this road shall not go through
      Across the isle we grew
      Now we return for you
      We’ll fight and die for ancient Tara.’

      The battle rages, the banner falls
      The king to Ireland calls
      `Fight for Tara, fight for Ireland!’
      Her army fights on to the last band
      For her, they die and cry
      The king with his last breath asked `Why?
      My lady Tara, this road will not go through
      Across the sea I grew
      Now I’ve returned for you
      I’ve fought and died for ancient Tara.’

      • At 2008.04.02 07:28, willowspirit said:

        Hi Guys, I’ve been a mere reader so far, but finally got myself registered. All the Best with the site! I’m into eco-friendly gardening so I think you take on the matter is great.. Love food, too..See you soon when I’ve found an interesting subject on either matter.
        BTW AAF, for crying out loud, don’t write Hill’ off just yet…

        • At 2008.04.02 07:32, Kate Petersen said:

          Hi, willowspirit! You posted your comment while I was writing my post about writing diaries. We’d love to have you write about either subject. Welcome!

          • At 2008.04.02 07:46, Asinus Asinum Fricat said:

            Hi willowspirit, welcome!

            Har har, I’m not writing off HRC, no, but it points that way. Why did she have to bs us with that sniper fire? Up until then I really thought she was the one, as does my partner (who still supports her) but hey, I’ll support any Dem in the race to the WH!

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