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Coming to you from downtown Auckland, NZ
Thought for the day: "If you are not getting from life what you want, its time you asked yourself WHY NOT"
Team New Zealand
to win the
America's Cup

Saturday
night Downtown Auckland and the place is humming in anticipation. The contest is
on, best of nine and the Swiss bastards have nailed the first three.
A few negative bastard supporters have thrown in the towel already and believe
the cup is already on its way back to Switzerland.
Weak wankers, would you ever want such negative bastards on your team in any
facit of life. Win or loose its not over until one of the teams has won five
races.
Rather than go on about the hype and the tremendous fun of the event, I’d rather
send a scud missile up the arses of those negative bastards that are doing the
knocking.
They must surely have pretty negative “going nowhere” lives in any event.
Listen you bastards, its not about being a smart arse and predicting the winner.
Its about supporting the Kiwi team.
This team was funded by the people of New Zealand who raised 70 million dollars
to compete against some of the richest men in the world.
This Swiss bastard has thrown in over a hundred and twenty million dollars and
covered every base with the best that money can buy.
This challenge series is about the ordinary folk of New Zealand and their
undeniable spirit against the multi Billionaire. I don’t even know who the frig
he is. Right now he’s the one funding the team that TEAM NZ will knock off. Team
NZ will kinock the face off his Swiss Clock, or is it the other way around!
If you are one of the negative bastards that knocking this almighty spirit, wake
up to yourself and show a bit of backbone.
For crying out loud, remember back to when John Bertram, in 1983 when Australia
won it from the yanks who had retained it for 123 years, the yanks had won four
straight and Bertram was yet to get on the board.
The critics wrote him and his team off. Had him dead buried and started filling
in the grave.
Then those guys said, “Hey ya negative bastards, we are not beat yet.” And they
came back out of the grave, gravel and shit all over them, to win five straight
and take home the Americas Cup.
Up until that time I would sooner watch the grass grow than watch a yacht race,
but there I was yelling with the rest of the positive bastards “Tact ya
bastards, run the mothers over” or anything else to send what positive spirit I
could their way.
They came through, just as I expect team New Zealand to come through, and so
should you.
Right bloke at the right time
Paddy McGinty and his friends were playing golf one Saturday. As they
are getting ready to tee off, a guy walks up and asks if he can join them. The
friends look at each other, look at the guy and say, 'Sure.' About two holes
into the game, the friends get curious about what the guy does for a living. So
they ask him. The stranger tells them he's a hitman.
They all laugh. The guy says, 'No really, I am a hitman. My gun is in my golf
bag. I carry it everywhere. You can take a look at it if you like.' So Paddy
McGinty decides to check it out. He opens the bag and, sure enough, thereis a
rifle with a huge scope attached. Paddy McGinty gets all excited and says, 'WOW!
I bet I can see my house through here! May I look?' The hit man replies, 'Sure.'
So Paddy McGinty looks and says, 'YEAH! You can see my house! I can even see
through the windows into my bedroom. There's my wife...and she's naked! Oh wait,
there's my next door neighbour! And he's naked too!'
This really upsets Paddy McGinty so he asks how much it would be for hit.
The hitman replies, 'I get $1000 every time I pull the trigger.'
Paddy McGinty responds, '$1000? Well, OK, I want two hits. I want you to shoot
my
wife right in the mouth. She's always nagging at me and I can't stand it.
Second, I want you to shoot my neighbour in the penis, just for screwing around
with my wife.' The hit man agrees, gears up and looks through the scope. He's
looking for about five minutes until finally Paddy McGinty starts to get really
impatient and asks, 'What are you waiting for?
The hitman replies, 'Relax..... I'm about to save you a thousand bucks!'

Steve Flynn’s Irish Archives
An Irish wife from County Cork came home just in time to find her
husband in bed with another woman from the north. Being a woman of good breading
and immense talents and with super-human strength borne of fury and a thousand
years of inbreeding, she dragged him down the stairs, out the back door, and
into the tool shed in the back yard and whacked his old boy straight into the
vice.
She then secured it tightly and removed the handle. Picked up the welder and
welded the vice shut with the cock that had shagged the heathen ugly depraved
mole of thing Northern Ireland woman firmly wedged into the device.
Next she picked up a hacksaw.
The shagger of the Northern Ireland heathen Ugly Depraved Mole of a Thing that
probably had a thousand diseases Woman was terrified beyond all possible belief,
and screamed, "Stop! Stop! You're not going to cut it off, are you?
The wife, with a gleam of revenge in her eye, put the saw in her husband's hand
and said, "Nope.” As she sprinkled twenty litres of petrol around the shed and
took out her cigarette lighter. And then continued “You do whatever you have
to".
FEEEEEECKKKKKKKK !!!
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Yanks
(Bloody Leo, you’ll need a map and an Atlas here to keep up.)
Due to the popularity of the Survivor shows, Texas is planning to do its own,
entitled "Survivor-Texas Style".
The contestants will start in Dallas, travel to Waco, Austin, San Antonio, over
to Houston and down to Brownsville. They will then proceed up to Del Rio, on to
El Paso, then to Midland, Odessa, Lubbock, and Amarillo. From there, they'll
proceed to Abilene, Ft. Worth, and finally back to Dallas.
Each will be driving a pink Volvo with a bumper sticker that reads: "I'm gay,
I'm a vegetarian, I voted for Al Gore, George Bush Sucks Dicks, Hillary in 2004,
and I'm here to confiscate your guns!"
The first one that makes it back to Dallas alive wins.
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Now this is a true story that I have actually told to one
or two of yis. Happened down in South Westland when I had me farm. Should
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BUMPER STICKERS FOR WOMEN
1. So many men, so few who can afford me.
2. God made us sisters, Prozac made us friends.
3. If they don't have chocolate in heaven, i ain't going.
4. My mother is a travel agent for guilt trips.
5. Princess, having had sufficient experience with princes, seeks frog.
6. Coffee, chocolate, men. Some things are just better rich.
7. Don't treat me any differently than you would the queen
8. If you want breakfast in bed, sleep in the kitchen.
9. Dinner is ready when the smoke alarm goes off.
10. I'm out of oestrogen - and i have a gun.
11. Guys have feelings too. But like... Who cares?
12. Next mood swing: 6 minutes
13. And your point is?
14. Warning: i have an attitude and i know how to use it.
15. Of course i don't look busy...i did it right the first time.
16. Do not start with me. You will not win.
17. You have the right to remain silent, so please shut up.
18. All stressed out and no one to choke.
19. I'm one of those bad things that happen to good people.
20. How can i miss you if you won't go away?

Which to Buy?... Titanic or the
Clinton video?
A comparison of two different, yet strangely similar stories...
TITANIC VIDEO: $9.99 on Internet
CLINTON VIDEO: $9.99 on Internet
TITANIC VIDEO: Over 3 hours long
CLINTON VIDEO: Over 3 hours long
TITANIC VIDEO: The story of Paddy McGinty and Rose, their forbidden love, and
subsequent catastrophe
CLINTON VIDEO: The story of Bill and Monica, their forbidden love, and
subsequent catastrophe
TITANIC VIDEO: Paddy McGinty is a starving artist
CLINTON VIDEO: Bill is a bullshit artist
TITANIC VIDEO: In one part, Paddy McGinty enjoys a good cigar
CLINTON VIDEO: Ditto for Bill
TITANIC VIDEO: During ordeal, Rose's dress gets ruined
CLINTON VIDEO: Ditto for Monica
TITANIC VIDEO: Paddy McGinty teaches Rose to spit
CLINTON VIDEO: Let's not go there
TITANIC VIDEO: Rose gets to keep her jewellery
CLINTON VIDEO: Monica's forced to return her gifts
TITANIC VIDEO: Rose remembers Paddy McGinty for the rest of her life
CLINTON VIDEO: Monica doesn't remember Bill
TITANIC VIDEO: Rose goes down on a vessel full of seamen
CLINTON VIDEO: Monica... uh, never mind
TITANIC VIDEO: Paddy McGinty surrenders to an icy death
CLINTON VIDEO: Bill goes home to Hillary... basically the same thing.

I reckon you’ll like this joke
Three guys died and when they got to the pearly gates, St. Peter met
them there. St. Peter said, "I know that you guys are forgiven because you're
here. Before I let you into heaven, I have to ask you something. Your answer
will depend on what kind of car you get. You have to have a car in heaven
because heaven is so big!"
The first guy walks up and Peter asks the first guy, "How long were you
married?"
The first guy says, "Twenty-four years."
"Did you ever cheat on your wife?" Peter asks.
The guy says, "Yeah, seven times, but you said I was forgiven."
Peter says, "Yeah, but that's not too good. Here's a Pinto to drive."
The second guy walks up and gets the same question from Peter. The second guy
says, "I was married for forty-one years and cheated on her once, but that was
our first year and we really worked it out well."
Peter says, "I'm pleased to hear that, here's a Lincoln."
The third guy walks up and says, "Peter, I know what you're going to ask. I was
married for sixty-three years and didn't even look at another woman! I treated
my wife like a queen!"
Peter says, "That's what I like to hear. Here's you Jaguar!"
A little while later, the two guys with the Lincoln and the Pinto see the guy
with the Jaguar crying on the golden sidewalk so they go see what was the
matter. When they ask the guy with the Jaguar what is wrong, he says, "I’ve just
seen my wife and she was on a skateboard!"
Mad Scot's Joke
Tony Blair is visiting an Edinburgh hospital. He enters a ward full of patients
with no obvious sign of injury or illness.
He greets the first patient and the patient replies: "Fair fa your honest sonsie
face, Great chieftain o' the puddin race, Aboon them a you take your place,
Painch, tripe or thairm, As langs my airm."
Tony is confused, so he just grins and moves on to the next patient and greets
him. The patient responds: "Some hae meat and canna eat, And some wad eat that
want it, But we hae meat and we can eat, So let the Lord be thankit."
Even more confused, but trying not to show it, Tony moves on to the next
patient, who immediately begins to chant:
"We sleekit, cowerin, timrous beasty, Thou needna start awa sae hastie, Wi
bickering brattle."
Now alarmed, Tony turns to the accompanying doctor and asks "What kind of
facility is this? Is it a mental ward?"
"No", replies the doctor. "This is the serious --- BURNS ---unit".!!! FOK !!!

Twelve Priests
Twelve priests were about to be ordained. The final test was for them
to line up in a straight row, totally nude, in a garden while a sexy and
beautiful, big breasted, nude model danced before them.
Each priest had a small bell attached to his penis and they were told that
anyone whose bell rang when she danced in front of them would not be ordained
because he had not reached a state of spiritual purity.
The beautiful model danced before the first candidate, with no reaction.
She proceeded down the line with the same response from all the priests until
she got to the final priest (Carlos). As she danced, his bell began to ring so
loudly that it flew off and fell clattering to the ground.
Embarrassed, Carlos took a few steps forward, and bent over to pick it up.
Then, all the other bells started to ring..........
The Good Bastards Muster
The photos from the Good Bastards Muster will be up in a special
section, once I return from the Big Trip. There are some great photos, if you
have a four wheel bike you will want to be part of the next one.

The Rancher
A successful rancher died and left everything to his devoted wife.
She was a very good looking woman, and very determined to keep the ranch. But,
she knew very little about ranching. So, she decided to place an ad in the
newspaper for a ranch hand.
Two men applied for the job. One was a gay and the other a drunk. She thought
long and hard about her decision. When no one else applied, she decided to hire
the gay guy, figuring it would be safer to have him around the house than the
drunk.
He proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours every day, and seemed to
know a lot about ranching. For weeks the two of them worked, and the ranch was
doing very well.
Then one day the rancher's widow said to the hired hand, "You have done a really
good job, and the ranch looks great. You should go into town and kick up your
heels." The hired hand readily agreed, and went into town that Saturday night.
However, 1 o'clock came and he hadn't returned. Then, 2 oclock and no hired
hand. Finally, he returned around 2:30 a.m., and found the rancher's widow
sitting by the fireplace.
She quietly called him over to her.
"Unbutton my blouse and take it off," she said. Trembling, he did as directed.
"Now take off my boots." He did so, very slowly.
"Now take off my socks", and, again, he complied.
"Now, take off my skirt." With perspiration showing, he did as instructed.
"Now take off my bra." Again, with trembling hands, he did as he was told.
"Now, she said, "take off my panties." Slowly, he pulled them down and off.
Then she looked at him and said, "Don't you ever, ever, wear my clothes to town
again."
Gidday you Good
Bastards...
Two prostitutes were talking. The first one said, "Last night I made $500
and I feel like a bottle of champagne."
"Well, last night I made $5000," said the second, "and I feel like a pot of
glue!"
My mate Deano took us to a sort of Gentleman's Club for lunch. They had nude
dancers and everything. Deano wanted to impress everyone, so he pulls a twenty
dollar note out of his wallet and waves it at one of the dancers. She gyrates
over to him and wiggles her bum in his face and Deano licks the twenty and
sticks it to her thigh. Deanos mate Jimmy wanted to get in the act too, so next
thing he gets his wad out, peels off a twenty and waves it at the dancer. She
bends over right infront of him and he licks the note and sticks it to her other
thigh. Well, everyone is looking at me, and here's this dancing girl with all
her wares on display, bent at the waist just in front of my face. I fixed
them... I got out my ATM card, swiped it down the crack of her arse, grabbed the
40 bucks, and went home.
There were two men with their council vests on. One would dig a hole, dig, dig,
dig, the other man would come behind him and fill the hole, fill, fill, fill.
These two men were doing this up the road. One digging a hole, the other filling
it up again. I couldn't believe what they were doing so I yelled out to them,
"What are you doing? You dig a hole and your partner comes behind you and fills
it up again!" The hole digger said, "Oh yeah, must look funny, but the guy who
plants the trees is sick today."
Short and sweet this week. Had to judge, wine and dine the entrants for the NZ
Face of Foster's yesterday and I'm tired as fark...
Nick

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A week or so ago it was Valentines Day. I rang up that Good Bastard
Pat Condon at 8 o’clock NZ time, in the evening, and the useless bastard was in
bed.
By himself.
Snoring and farting.
Well for Linda here is a belated card for you.
Everyone, and than means you too Patrick F, hiding behind the post because he
did stuff all on the day for Linda.
Click on the site and type in PAT CONDON where it says name.
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