At school, Little Johnny was told by a classmate that most adults hide at least one dark secret and this makes it very easy to blackmail them merely by saying, “I know the whole truth.”
So Little Johnny decides to try it out. When he arrives home from school that day, he says to his mother, “I know the whole truth.” His mother looks shocked, quickly finds $20, and gives it to him, saying, “Just don’t tell your father.”
Quite pleased, Little Johnny waits for his father to get home from work, and greets him with, “I know the whole truth.” His father looks shocked, quickly finds $40, and gives it to him, saying, “Just don’t tell your mother.”
The next morning, Little Johnny is on his way to school when he sees the mailman at his front door. The boy decides to try again. “I know the whole truth.”
The mailman drops his mailbag, throws opens his arms, and says, “Then come give your daddy a great big hug!!!”
Memory was something you lost with age
An application was for employment
A program was a TV show
A cursor used profanity
A keyboard was a piano
A web was a spider’s home
A virus was the flu
A CD was a bank account
A hard drive was a long trip on the road
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived
And if you had a 3.5 inch floppy.
You just hoped nobody ever found out!?!
Thirty days and counting until the influx that the Government dreads either does or does not materialise. The massed Romanians and Bulgarians, who may or may not be waiting for the magic date, present a terrifying political prospect not just to the Conservatives but to Labour as well, who tend to be blamed retrospectively for unlimited immigration even when they are out of office. The only party leader who can benefit from another wave of Eastern European migrants is Nigel Farage. If I were to suggest that he might be relishing this prospect I would probably hear from Mr Farage’s lawyers, but it is hard to believe that a few hundred thousand Romanians arriving on New Year would not be seen by Ukip as a belated Christmas gift.