Sven is passing by Ole's hay shed one day when through a gap in the door he sees Ole doing a slow and sensual striptease in front of an old red Massey Ferguson.
Buttocks clenched he performs a slow pirouette and gently slides off first the right suspender, followed by the left.
He then hunches his shoulders forward and in a classic striptease move lets his braces fall down from his shoulders to dangle by his hips over his corduroy trousers .
Grabbing both sides of his checked shirt he rips it apart to reveal his tea stained vest underneath and with a final flourish he hurls his flat cap on to a pile of hay.
'What on earth are you doing Ole' says Sven
'Jeez Sven, ye frightened the livin bejasus out of me' says an obviously embarrassed Ole, 'but me and the Missus been having some trouble lately in the bedroom department, and the Therapist suggested I do something sexy to a tractor ... "
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Singing Anesthesiologists
Before you consider any kind of surgery, you have to watch the Singing Anesthesiologists from Minnesota do "Waking Up is Hard to Do." I nearly had an asthma attack from laughing!
http://nottotallyrad.blogspot.com/2009/11/waking-up-is-hard-to-do.html
(I've seen this before and have forwarded it previously. But it's a good laugh and worth another look. I have a friend in North San Diego County who is, in fact, an anesthesiologist. This video is well known within his profession. Don't recall exactly, but I seem to remember that he told me not all of these folks are anesthesiologists but severa are anesthetists (a big difference), several are nurses. I'm sure he'll clarify for me as I'm emailing him this copy as well.)
http://nottotallyrad.blogspot.com/2009/11/waking-up-is-hard-to-do.html
(I've seen this before and have forwarded it previously. But it's a good laugh and worth another look. I have a friend in North San Diego County who is, in fact, an anesthesiologist. This video is well known within his profession. Don't recall exactly, but I seem to remember that he told me not all of these folks are anesthesiologists but severa are anesthetists (a big difference), several are nurses. I'm sure he'll clarify for me as I'm emailing him this copy as well.)
I Rescued a Human Today . . .
Her eyes met mine as she walked down the corridor peering apprehensively into the kennels. I felt her need instantly and knew I had to help her. I wagged my tail, not too exuberantly, so she wouldn't be afraid.
As she stopped at my kennel I blocked her view from a little accident I had in the back of my cage. I didn't want her to know that I hadn't been walked today. Sometimes the shelter keepers get too busy and I didn't want her to think poorly of them.
As she read my kennel card I hoped that she wouldn't feel sad about my past. I only have the future to look forward to and want to make a difference in someone's life.
She got down on her knees and made little kissy sounds at me. I shoved my shoulder and side of my head up against the bars to comfort her. Gentle fingertips caressed my neck; she was desperate for companionship.
A tear fell down her cheek and I raised my paw to assure her that all would be well. Soon my kennel door opened and her smile was so bright that I instantly jumped into her arms. I would promise to keep her safe. I would promise to always be by her side. I would promise to do everything I could to see that radiant smile and sparkle in her eyes. I was so fortunate that she came down my corridor. So many more are out there who haven't walked the corridors. So many more to be saved. At least I could save one.
I rescued a human today.
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