Wrong Plane? + One Mad Aussie + The Wisconsin Cow


What happens when a CNN Photographer is in a hurry?

Once his request was approved, a CNN News photographer quickly used a cell phone to call the local airport to charter a flight.  He was told a twin-engine plane would be waiting for him at the airport.

Arriving at the airfield, he spotted a plane warming up outside a hanger.  He jumped in with his bag, slammed the door shut, and shouted ‘Let’s go’.  The pilot taxied out, swung the plane into the wind and took off.  Once in the air, the photographer instructed the pilot, ‘Fly over the valley and make low passes so I can take pictures of the fires on the hillsides.’

‘Why?’ asked the pilot.

‘Because I’m a photographer for CNN’ he responded, ‘and I need to get some close up shots.’

The pilot was strangely silent for a moment, finally he stammered, ‘So, what you’re telling me, is you’re NOT my flight instructor?’

Australian Passport Application

This is an actual letter sent to the DFAT, (Department of Foreign Affairs and Trade) Immigration Minister in Australia.  The Government tried desperately to censure the author, but got nowhere because every legal person who read it couldn’t stop laughing!

Dear Mr. Minister,

I’m in the process of renewing my passport, and still cannot believe this:

How is it that K-Mart has my address and telephone number, and knows that I bought a television set and golf clubs and condoms from them back in 1997, and yet the Federal Government is still asking me where I was born and on what date ?  For Christ sakes, do you guys do this by hand ?

My birth date you have in my medical information file, and it is on all the income tax forms I’ve filed for the past 40 years.  It is also on my driver’s licence, on the last eight passports I’ve ever had, on all those stupid customs declaration forms I’ve had to fill out before being allowed off planes over the past 30 years.  It’s also on all those insufferable census forms that I’ve filled out every 5 years since 1966.

Also, would somebody please take note, once and for all, that my mother’s name is Audrey, my father’s name is Jack, and I’d be absolutely bloody astounded if that ever changed between now and when I drop dead !!!

CRAP!  What do you people do with all this information we keep having to provide?  I apologize, Mr. Minister. But I’m really pissed off this morning.

Between you and me, I’ve had enough of all this bullshit!

You send the application to my house, then you ask me for my bloody address!  What the hell is going on with your mob? Have you got a gang of mindless Neanderthals working there!

And another thing, look at my damn picture.  Do I look like Bin Laden?  I can’t even grow a beard for God’s sakes.  I just want to go to New Zealand and see my new granddaughter.  (Yes, my son interbred with a Kiwi girl).  And would someone please tell me, why would you give a damn whether or not I plan on visiting a farm in the next 15 days?  In the unlikely event I ever got the urge to do something weird, believe you me, I’d sure as hell not want to tell anyone!

Well, I have to go now, ’cause I have to go to the other side of Sydney , and get another bloody copy of my birth certificate – and to part with another $80 for the privilege of accessing MY OWN INFORMATION!

Would it be so complicated to have all the services in the same spot, to assist in the issuance of a new passport on the same day?   Nooooo, that’d be too bloody easy and makes far too much sense.

You would much prefer to have us running all over the bloody place like chickens with our heads cut off, and then having to find some ‘high-society’ girl to confirm that it’s really me in the goddamn photo! You know the photo, the one where we’re not allowed to smile?  You bloody morons.

Signed – An Irate Australian Citizen.

P.S.  Remember what I said above about the picture, and getting someone in ‘high-society’ to confirm that it’s me? Well, my family has been in this country since before 1820! In 1856, one of my forefathers took up arms with Peter Lalor.  (You do remember the Eureka Stockade!)  I have also served in both the CMF and regular Army for something over 30 years. (I went to Vietnam in 1967), and still have high security clearances.  I’m also a personal friend of the president of the RSL….Lt General Peter Cosgrove sends me a Christmas card each year.

However, your rules require that I have to get someone “important” to verify who I am; you know, someone like my doctor – WHO WAS BORN AND RAISED IN BLOODY PAKISTAN!: a country where they either assassinate or hang their ex-Prime Ministers and are suspended from the Commonwealth and United Nations for not having the “right sort of government”.

You are all pen-pushing paper-shuffling bloody idiots!



Buying a Cow from Wisconsin

The only cow in a small town in Texas stopped giving milk.  The people did some research and found they could buy a super milk cow up in Antigo, Wisconsin, for $2,000.00.

They bought the cow from Wisconsin and the cow was wonderful.  It produced lots of milk all of the time, and the people were pleased and very  happy.  They decided to acquire a bull to mate with the cow and produce more cows like it. They would never have to worry about their milk  supply again.  They bought a bull and put it in the pasture with their beloved cow.  However, whenever the bull came close to the cow, the cow would move away.  No matter what approach the bull tried, the cow would move away from the bull and he could not succeed in his quest.  The people were very upset and decided to ask the Vet, who was very wise, what to do.  They told the Vet what was happening. “Whenever the bull approaches our cow, she moves away.  If he approaches from the back, she moves forward. When he approaches her from the front, she backs off.  An approach from the side and she walks away to the other side.”

The Vet thinks about this for a minute and asked, “Did you buy this cow in Wisconsin?”

The people were dumbfounded,  since they had never mentioned where they bought the cow.  “You are truly a wise Vet,” they said. “How did you know we got the cow in Wisconsin?”  The Vet replied with a distant look in his eye,  “My wife is from Wisconsin.”

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