Could You Date a Member of Another Species?

Because if you couldn't...you're a racist

We talking like dating a squirrel, or one of those hot blue-skinned babes that always seem to be populating the other planets?

That green bitch from Star Trek!

7 of 9 no worries. actually i think i may have dated another species once or twice.

Ronald Kirsch wrote: 7 of 9 no worries. actually i think i may have dated another species once or twice.

A packet of Polo mints can curry a lot of favour with a young colt they reckon..fuckin horse whisper's voodoo gobshite if you ask me...

But aliens like 7 of 9. hell yes!

Chiana!

Aeryn Sun!

Think I misunderstood Tabbsy's question...

I think that's called bestiality.

all you need is a pair of velcro gloves and an overhang

shot bru wrote: all you need is a pair of velcro gloves and an overhang

The sheep bucks back better whe took on a cliff's edge....

I like my women like I like my milk.

Marc wrote: I like my women like I like my milk.

Wet?

Comrade Shampanyov wrote:

Marc wrote: I like my women like I like my milk.

Wet?

Haha, never thought about that. I was kinda referring to the colour.

I have Dated Members of Another Species, but usually due to very poor disco lighting :D

ROCKET MICK

Have you heard from Mick Maya ?

he's probably out jogging

"Digital Mike Binoche" wrote: Have you heard from Mick Maya ?

Last thing I heard from Planet Rocket:

Australian bricklayer report

Possibly the funniest story in a long while. This is a bricklayer's accident report, which was printed in the newsletter of the Australian equivalent of the Workers' Compensation board. This is a true story. Had this guy died, he'd have received a Darwin Award for sure.......

Dear Sir,

I am writing in response to your request for additional information in Block 3 of the accident report form. I put "poor planning" as the cause of my accident. You asked for a fuller explanation and I trust the following details will be sufficient. I am a bricklayer by trade. On the day of the accident, I was working alone on the roof of a new six-story building. When I completed my work, I found that I had some bricks left over which, when weighed later were found to be slightly in excess of 500lbs. Rather than carry the bricks down by hand, I decided to lower them in a barrel by using a pulley, which was attached to the side of the building on the sixth floor. Securing the rope at ground I went up to the roof, swung the barrel out and loaded the bricks into it. Then I went down and untied the rope, holding it tightly to ensure a slow descent of the bricks. You will note in Block 11 of the accident report form that I weigh135lbs. Due to my surprise at being jerked off the ground so suddenly, I lost my presence of mind and forgot to let go of the rope. Needless to say, I proceeded at a rapid rate up the side of the building. In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel, which was now proceeding downward at an equally impressive speed. This explained the fractured skull, minor abrasions and the broken collar bone, as listed in section 3 of the accident report form. Slowed only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping until the fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley. Fortunately by this time I had regained my presence of mind and was able to hold tightly to the rope, in spite of beginning to experience pain. At approximately the same time, however, the barrel of bricks hit the ground and the bottom fell out of the barrel. Now devoid of the weight of the bricks, that barrel weighed approximately 50 lbs. I refer you again to my weight. As you can imagine, I began a rapid descent, down the side of the building. In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel coming up. This accounts for the two fractured ankles, broken tooth and several lacerations of my legs and lower body. Here my luck began to change slightly. The encounter with the barrel seemed to slow me enough to lessen my injuries when I fell into the pile of bricks and fortunately only three vertebrae were cracked. I am sorry to report, however, as I lay there on the pile of bricks, in pain, unable to move, I again lost my composure and presence of mind and let go of the rope and I lay there watching the empty barrel begin its journey back down onto me.

This explains the two broken legs.

I hope this answers your inquiry.

sheer class

That rules.

Reminds me of something i recieved the other day...

After every flight, Qantas pilots fill out a form, called a "gripe sheet," which tells mechanics about problems with the aircraft. The mechanics correct the problems; document their repairs on the form, and then pilots review the gripe sheets before the next flight.Never let it be said that ground crews lack a sense of humor.Here are some actual maintenance complaints submitted by Qantas'pilots(marked with a P) and the solutions recorded (marked with an S) by maintenance engineers.

By the way, Qantas is the only major airline that has never had an accident.

P: Left inside main tire almost needs replacement. S: Almost replaced left inside main tire.

P: Test flight OK, except auto-land very rough. S: Auto-land not installed on this aircraft.

P: Something loose in cockpit. S: Something tightened in cockpit.

P: Dead bugs on windshield. S: Live bugs on back-order.

P: Autopilot in altitude-hold mode produces a 200 feet per minute descent. S: Cannot reproduce problem on ground.

P: Evidence of leak on right main landing gear. S: Evidence removed.

P: DME volume unbelievably loud. S: DME volume set to more believable level.

P: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick. S: That's what they're for.

P: IFF inoperative. S: IFF always inoperative in OFF mode.

P: Suspected crack in windshield. S: Suspect you're right.

P: Number 3 engine missing. S: Engine found on right wing after brief search.

P: Aircraft handles funny. S: Aircraft warned to straighten up, fly right, and be serious.

P: Target radar hums. S: Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics.

P: Mouse in cockpit. S: Cat installed.

And the best one for last..................

P: Noise coming from under instrument panel. Sounds like a midget pounding on something with a hammer. S: Took hammer away from midget

Brill!!

Marc wrote:

Comrade Shampanyov wrote:

Marc wrote: I like my women like I like my milk.

Wet?

Haha, never thought about that. I was kinda referring to the colour.

Goth?

Comrade Shampanyov wrote:

Marc wrote:

Comrade Shampanyov wrote:

Marc wrote: I like my women like I like my milk.

Wet?

Haha, never thought about that. I was kinda referring to the colour.

Goth?

White. Not as in pale, but as in general.

I quite like chocolate milk.

Any milk but rotten milk for me.

I like milkers. :D