UlstermanAbroad
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Why does Donald Trump put his name on his buildings?
So the IRS know which one's to seize, when he goes bankrupt.
So the IRS know which one's to seize, when he goes bankrupt.
What again (financially) or just morally?Why does Donald Trump put his name on his buildings?
So the IRS know which one's to seize, when he goes bankrupt.
Had a nice Saturday night out in delightful Rouen and can report all is Good calm and peacefulI am sorry Phil is unable to respond. He is on the mechanics strike. Followed by supporting the farmers, fishermen and then the transport workers. If the demands are met and they get a free cow and paid subsidies for the next 10 years Phil can respond tomorrow. If he responds beforehand he is an inglish splitter.....
Anyone else Google Ann Corio?
Doing it nowAnyone else Google Ann Corio?
She certainly lived a life.
I'm not qualified to critique her technique.
However, I doubt any of my girlfriends would've welcomed being accompanied by an orchestra
I think it's mainly for men and women to air their differences...There’s a nudist convention in my town this Saturday, I might join them if I’ve got nothing on.
A few of you will love this one.
An American tourist in London decides to skip his tour group and explore the city on his own. He wanders around, seeing the sights, and occasionally stopping at a quaint pub to soak up the local culture, chat with the lads, and have a pint of Guinness. After awhile, he finds himself in a very high class neighbourhood.....big, stately residences...no pubs, no stores, no restaurants, and worst of all...NO PUBLIC RESTROOMS.
He really, really has to go, after all those Guinness’. He finds a narrow side street, with high walls surrounding the adjacent buildings and decides to use the wall to solve his problem. As he is unzipping, he is tapped on the shoulder by a London Bobby, who says, "I say, sir, you simply cannot do that here, you know." "I'm very sorry, officer," replies the American, "but I really, really HAVE TO GO, and I just can't find a public restroom." "Ah, yes," said the bobby..."Just follow me". He leads him to a back "delivery alley", then along a wall to a gate, which he opens. "In there," points the bobby. "Whiz away sir, anywhere you want." The fellow enters and finds himself in the most beautiful garden he has ever seen. Manicured grass lawns, statuary, fountains, sculpted hedges, and huge beds of gorgeous flowers, all in perfect bloom.
Since he has the cop's blessing, he unburdens himself and is greatly relieved As he goes back through the gate, he says to the bobby, "That was really decent of you... is that what you call 'English Hospitality'?" "No, sir" replies the bobby, "that is what we call the French Embassy."