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Written by Graham Robinson
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Alice had promised a cake for the church fete but forgot until the morning of the event. Rummaging through the cupboard she found a packet of cake mix and quickly made it while drying her hair, dressing, and helping her son pack for Scout camp. When Alice took the cake from the oven the centre had dropped flat.
This cake was important to Alice because she wanted to be to fit in to her new community of friends. She knew there wasn’t time to bake another cake, so, being inventive, she looked around the house for something to build up the centre of the cake. Alice found it in the bathroom - a roll of toilet paper. She plonked it in the centre and covered it with icing. The finished product looked perfect.
Before she left home to drop the cake at the church hall and head for work, Alice woke her daughter Amanda and gave her some money and specific instructions to be at the fete the moment it opened at 9:30 to buy the cake and bring it home.
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Written by Graham Robinson
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A scruffy looking guy went into a pub and ordered some food. The barman took one look at him and said, “I’m sorry but I don't think you can pay for it.” Surprisingly the man admitted, “You're right. I don't have any money, but if I show you something amazing that I can guarantee you have never seen before, will you give me the food I want?” Intrigued the barman found himself agreeing.
The guy reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a hamster. He put the hamster on the counter and it ran to the end, jumped down, ran right across the room, climbed up the piano, jumped onto the keyboard and started playing some Gershwin. And the hamster was really good.
The barman was amazed and said, “You're right. I've never seen anything like that before. The hamster is truly good on the piano.” He handed over the food which quickly disappeared. The guy then asked for something else.
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A tribal chieftain commissioned the construction of a new throne. When it was finished, he wasn’t satisfied, so he commissioned another one. Meanwhile, he put the rejected throne in the attic of his grass hut. When the second throne arrived, he still wasn’t satisfied. He put it in the attic and commissioned another more elaborate one. Well, the third one arrived, and wouldn't you know it, he still wasn’t happy, so up to the attic it went.
Finally he sent for the best craftsmen from the surrounding villages, gave them explicit instructions and told them to take as long as they needed. After six long months, the craftsmen finally appeared with the masterpiece. The chief was elated and he ordered it placed right in the centre of his hut. As he got himself comfortable on the beautiful throne a big smile came across his face. The craftsmen were so relieved they had succeeded that everyone broke out in song and dance, creating quite a commotion.
Then, in the middle of the celebration, as the jubilant craftsmen got a bit carried away, some of the structural supports were jostled, the ceiling collapsed, and the three rejected thrones in the attic came tumbling down on the chief, killing him instantly. So, the moral of the story is simple: people who live in grass houses shouldn't stow thrones!
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