The Grim Kitty

Apparently a rehabilitation centre cat has a sixth sense regarding patients about to kick the bucket. Source

Kitty sits on the patients bed and provides them with company in their final hours. Kitty is so accurate that workers have started notifying patents relatives.

Did it occur to anyone that the patients are dying of fright after the cat with the reputation of predicting death sits on their bed?

Upstanding Youth

These guys are GREAT

"Law schools run this world, yeah ...

I won't tell if you won't tell about the lies they teach"




Thanks to Anonymous Law Student for the link.

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Reminds me of the Thai dogs that were fired for sexual harrassment.

- just on that topic. What where the dog handlers thinking? Did they think that the dogs were not going to be dogs. The handlers knew the dogs were dogs when they put the dogs to work and the handlers knew what dogs do - that's why the dogs were hired. Would it take a genius to work out that the dogs are going to stick their noses everywhere there's an interesting smell regardless of where the smell emanates?

Joke Friday

There was a German, an Italian and an Irishman on death row. The warden gave them a choice of three ways to die:

1. To be shot
2. To be hung
3. To be injected with the AIDS virus for a slow death.

So the German said, "Shoot me right in the head.". Boom, he was dead instantly.

Then the Italian said, "Just hang me." (Snap, he was dead.)

Then the Irishman said, "Give me some of that AIDS stuff." They gave him the shot, and the Irishman fell down laughing. The guards looked at each other and wondered what was wrong with this guy.

Then the Irishman said, "Give me another one of those shots," so the guards did. Now he was laughing so hard, tears rolled from his eyes and he doubled over.

Finally the warden said, "What is wrong with you?"

The Irishman replied, "You guys are so stupid.....I'm wearing a condom."

For Everything Else, There's MasterCard

I got my tax certificate from the "job" I had last year. I paid a massive $23.12 in tax. I'm not great with anything mathematical but given that it's likely to cost me $80 to see a tax agent, I'm wondering if there is a point to putting in a return.

Hmmmm

Life has not been great for me lately. I'm developing allergic reactions to hypo-allergenic products and I think my drinking has caught up with me. I'm not happy about it.

My face is peeling, my feet are itchy, the insides of my cheeks are peeling, I have excema and hives on my stomach. The next stage up in my "usual" reaction cycle results in whole-body hives brought on by a reaction to washing detergent. Normally I switch detergents, walk around in very little for a few days until my reaction subsides and go on a liver cleansing program to clear the toxins from my system. When I was little Mum had to cycle through soaps and washing detergents so I didn't react and overly processed foods made me ill. I haven't had these problems for years and I had hoped that I had grown out of them. But here I am again faced with detox.

When I detox I do it seriously; I go Vegan. Normally I'd welcome being a Vegan again, but this time I'm not so sure. I'd have to give up things I've really come to depend on like alcohol, Red Bull, caffeine, salami and milk. All of which I love and I'm not sure I'd be me without.

And to top it off [Baby Botox] is yelling at me. I'm honest with him about my lifestyle. Seeing him is like confession; he knows everything about my life. He also knows that for me to start reacting like this I've been hitting it way too hard for way too long.

I have a choice to make between breaking out or going on a detox. I'm beginning to wonder if breaking out and itching is worth it.

ALCOHOLISM is my favourite -ISM

I've been working at [local law firm] for a little while now. It's supposed to be a short term thing so it defies reason why these guys act as though they actually care that I'm properly exposed to real work. When I started there I believed that they would just throw me a bone every week or so to keep me from complaining (no-one wants that). But no! They insist on giving me real work. Who would have guessed?

They have also given me an office with a fab view. This place is growing on me despite my insistence that smaller law firms are not where I want to be as I'll never make partner or rule the world. And I'm shocked they have not thrown me out given my pathetic, naive attempts at rebutting their legal arguments (read: my belligerent attitude when back-chatting and arguing against every point they make).

But the best part about my new job is that not only are they all alcoholics, a non-so-secret stash can be found in every office (including mine) but the cafe in the building is licensed and does deliveries. If there was ever a doubt in my mind that I had made the correct career choice it's gone now. Bring it on.