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An Old One; but still makes me laugh
Topic Started: 21st March 2007 - 10:08 AM (289 Views)
Kev Walker
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Services to LUFC for putting up with a scouser!!!
For all of you who are having a bad day, here is something to cheer you
up...it's a crack up!
Next time you have a bad day at work... Think of this guy. Bob is a
commercial saturation Diver for Global Divers in Western Australia .

He performs underwater repairs on offshore drilling rigs.

Below is an E-mail he sent to his sister. She then sent it to a radio
station in Perth , who was sponsoring a worst job experience contest.
Needless to say, she won.



Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother.
Last week I had a bad day at the office. I know you've been feeling down
lately at work, so I thought I would share my dilemma with you to make you
realise it's not so bad after all. Before I can tell you what happened to
me, I first must bore you with a few technicalities of my job. As you know,
my office lies at the bottom of the sea. I wear a suit to the office. It's a
wetsuit. This time of year the water is quite cool. So what we do to keep
warm is this:

We have a diesel powered industrial 'water heater'. This $20,000 piece of
equipment sucks water out of the sea. It heats it to a delightful
temperature. It then pumps it down to the diver through a hose, which is
taped to the side of the suit. I've used it several times with no
complaints. What I do, when I get to the bottom and start working, is take
the hose and stuff it down the back of my wetsuit. This floods my whole suit
with warm water. It's like working in a Jacuzzi.

Everything was going well until all of a sudden, my arse started to itch.

So, of course, I scratched it. This only made things worse. Within a few
seconds my arse started to burn. I pulled the hose out from my back, but the
damage was already done. In agony I realised what had happened. The machine
had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped it into my suit.
Now, since I don't have any hair on my back, the jellyfish couldn't stick to
it. However, the crack of my arse was not as fortunate.

When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the
jellyfish into the crack of my arse. I informed the dive supervisor of my
dilemma over the communicator. His instructions were unclear due to the fact
that he, along with five other divers, were all in fits of hysterical
laughter.
I was then instructed to make three agonising in-water compression stops
totalling thirty-five minutes before I could reach the surface to begin my
chamber dry decompression. When I arrived at the surface, I was wearing
nothing but my brass helmet. As I climbed out of the water, the Medic, with
tears of laughter running down his face, handed me a tube of cream and told
me to rub it on my arse as soon as I got into the chamber.

Yes the cream put the fire out, but I couldn't poo for two days because my
arse was swollen shut. So, next time you're having a bad day at work, think
about how much worse it would be if you had a jellyfish shoved up your bum.

Now repeat to yourself "I love my job, I love my job, I love my job".



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aksattee
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aksattee
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Had this sent to me this morning, so thought may as well share it with fellow Rebels.

THE DIVORCE LETTER..............

Dear Wife:
I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you for good...!!!
I've been a good man to you for seven years and I have nothing to show for it. These last two weeks have been hell. Your boss called to tell me that you had quit your job today and that was the last straw. Last week, you came home and didn't even notice that I had gotten a new hair cut, cooked your favorite meal and even wore a brand new pair of silk boxers. You came home and ate in two minutes, and went straight to sleep after watching all of your soaps. You don't tell me you love me anymore, you don't want sex anymore or anything. Either you're cheating on me or you don't love me anymore, whatever the case is, I'm gone.
Your EX-Husband

P.S. Don't try to find me. Your SISTER and I are moving away to West Virginia together! Have a great life!

Dear Ex-Husband:
Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter. It's true that you and I have been married for seven years, although a good man is a far cry from what you've been. I watch my soaps so much because they drown out your constant whining and griping. Too bad that doesn't work. I did notice when you got a hair cut last week, the first thing that came to mind was "You look just like a girl!" but my mother raised me not to say anything if you can't say anything nice. And when you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused with MY SISTER, because I stopped eating pork seven years ago. I turned away from you when you had those new silk boxers on because the price tag was still on them. I prayed that it was a coincidence that my sister had just borrowed fifty dollars from me that morning and your silk boxers were $49.99... After all of this, I still loved you and felt that we could work it out. So when I discovered that I had hit the lotto for ten million dollars, I quit my job and bought us two tickets to Jamaica. But when I got home you were gone. Everything happens for a reason I guess. I hope you have the fulfilling life you always wanted. My lawyer said with your letter that you wrote, you won't get a dime from me. So take care.

Signed: Rich As Hell and Freeeeeeeeeeee!

P.S. I don't know if I ever told you this but Carla, my sister, was born Carl. I hope that's not a problem
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Wickywhite
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Ouch!!
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morley white
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i knew that burning sensation i had last week was nothing to do with too much larger followed by a curry!!!!!
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