A customer enters a pet shop. Customer: 'Ello, I wish to register a complaint.
(The owner does not respond.) C: 'Ello, Miss? Owner: What do you mean "miss"? C: I'm sorry, I have a cold. I wish to make a complaint! O: We're closin' for lunch. C: Never mind that, my lad. I wish to complain about this Mailing list what I joined not half an hour ago at this very cafe. O: Oh yes, the, uh, the Norwegian Nutty Boy..What's,uh...What's wrong with it? C: I'll tell you what's wrong with it, my lad. 'it's dead, that's what's wrong with it! O: No, no, 'e's uh,...it's resting. C: Look, matey, I know a dead mailing list when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now. O: No no it's not dead, it's, it's restin'! Remarkable list, the Norwegian Nutty Boy. Beautiful plumage! C: The plumage don't enter into it. It's stone dead. O: Nononono, no, no! 'It's resting! C: All right then, if it's restin', I'll wake it up! 'Ello, Mister TMML! I've got a lovely fresh titbit for you if you show Um...now look...now look, mate, I've definitely 'ad enough of this. That list is definitely deceased, and when I purchased it not 'alf an hour ago, you assured me that its total lack of movement was due to it bein' tired and shagged out following a prolonged squawk. O: Well, it's...it's, ah...probably pining for the fjords. C: PININ' for the FJORDS?!?!?!? What kind of talk is that?, I'm not prepared to pursue my line of inquiry any longer as I think this is getting too silly! Sergeant-Major: Quite agree, quite agree, too silly, far too silly... Well I thought it was funny! ______________________________________________________________ Visit the Total Madness Mailing List website for: news, members section, madmeet info, list charter, competitions, & more... http://www.madness7.com Contact the TMML Moderators at: [EMAIL PROTECTED] To unsubscribe, send an e-mail to: [EMAIL PROTECTED] and in the message body put: unsubscribe total-madness
