What this place needs is a JOTD. . .
 

.. . . and it's fishing related!

One afternoon a bloke's wife goes missing while they are diving off the West
Australian coast. He calls and reports the event, searches fruitlessly, and
is finally sent home to spend a terrible night wondering what could have
happened to her.

Next morning there's a knock at the door and he is confronted by a couple of
policemen, the old Sarge and a younger Constable. The Sarge says, 'Mate, we
have some news for you, unfortunately some really bad news, but, some good
news, and maybe some more good news'.

'Well,' says the bloke, 'I guess I'd better have the bad news first.'

The Sarge says, 'I'm really sorry mate, but your wife is dead. Young Bill
here found her lying at about five fathoms in a little cleft in the reef. He
got a line around her and we pulled her up, but she was dead.'

The bloke is naturally pretty distressed to hear of this and has a bit of a
turn. But after a few minutes he pulls himself together and asks what the
good news could possibly be.

The Sarge says, 'Well when we got your wife up there were quite a few really
good sized crays and a swag of nice crabs attached to her, so we've brought
you your share.'

He hands the bloke a sugar bag with a couple of nice crays and four or five
crabs in it.

'Geez thanks. They're bloody beauties. I guess "it's an ill wind" and all
that... so what's the other possible good news?'

'Well', the Sarge says, 'if you fancy a quick trip, me and young Bill here
get off duty at around 11 o'clock and we're gonna shoot over there and pull
her up again!'

What this place needs is a JOTD. . .
 

On Dec 31, 12:51*pm, "Tim J."
wrote:
. . . and it's fishing related!

One afternoon a bloke's wife goes missing while they are diving off the West
Australian coast. He calls and reports the event, searches fruitlessly, and
is finally sent home to spend a terrible night wondering what could have
happened to her.

Next morning there's a knock at the door and he is confronted by a couple of
policemen, the old Sarge and a younger Constable. The Sarge says, 'Mate, we
have some news for you, unfortunately some really bad news, but, some good
news, and maybe some more good news'.

'Well,' says the bloke, 'I guess I'd better have the bad news first.'

The Sarge says, 'I'm really sorry mate, but your wife is dead. Young Bill
here found her lying at about five fathoms in a little cleft in the reef. He
got a line around her and we pulled her up, but she was dead.'

The bloke is naturally pretty distressed to hear of this and has a bit of a
turn. But after a few minutes he pulls himself together and asks what the
good news could possibly be.

The Sarge says, 'Well when we got your wife up there were quite a few really
good sized crays and a swag of nice crabs attached to her, so we've brought
you your share.'

He hands the bloke a sugar bag with a couple of nice crays and four or five
crabs in it.

'Geez thanks. They're bloody beauties. I guess "it's an ill wind" and all
that... so what's the other possible good news?'

'Well', the Sarge says, 'if you fancy a quick trip, me and young Bill here
get off duty at around 11 o'clock and we're gonna shoot over there and pull
her up again!'

As OFITONS would say, "You just won't do." ;-)

What this place needs is a JOTD. . .
 

On Dec 31 2008, 12:51*pm, "Tim J."
wrote:
. . . and it's fishing related!

One afternoon a bloke's wife goes missing

(snip)

timmaaaay, you just won't do.

y'all's friend in the old north state
wayno

What this place needs is a JOTD. . .
 

george9219 wrote:
On Dec 31, 12:51 pm, "Tim J."
wrote:
. . . and it's fishing related!

One afternoon a bloke's wife goes missing while they are diving off
the West Australian coast. He calls and reports the event, searches
fruitlessly, and is finally sent home to spend a terrible night
wondering what could have happened to her.

Next morning there's a knock at the door and he is confronted by a
couple of policemen, the old Sarge and a younger Constable. The
Sarge says, 'Mate, we have some news for you, unfortunately some
really bad news, but, some good news, and maybe some more good news'.

'Well,' says the bloke, 'I guess I'd better have the bad news first.'

The Sarge says, 'I'm really sorry mate, but your wife is dead. Young
Bill here found her lying at about five fathoms in a little cleft in
the reef. He got a line around her and we pulled her up, but she was
dead.'

The bloke is naturally pretty distressed to hear of this and has a
bit of a turn. But after a few minutes he pulls himself together and
asks what the good news could possibly be.

The Sarge says, 'Well when we got your wife up there were quite a
few really good sized crays and a swag of nice crabs attached to
her, so we've brought you your share.'

He hands the bloke a sugar bag with a couple of nice crays and four
or five crabs in it.

'Geez thanks. They're bloody beauties. I guess "it's an ill wind"
and all that... so what's the other possible good news?'

'Well', the Sarge says, 'if you fancy a quick trip, me and young
Bill here get off duty at around 11 o'clock and we're gonna shoot
over there and pull her up again!'

As OFITONS would say, "You just won't do." ;-)

Yeah, but you say it with a Nor'East accent - it's just not the same. ;-)
--
TL,
Tim
-------------------------
http://css.sbcma.com/timj

What this place needs is a JOTD. . .
 

wrote:
On Dec 31 2008, 12:51 pm, "Tim J."
wrote:
. . . and it's fishing related!

One afternoon a bloke's wife goes missing

(snip)

timmaaaay, you just won't do.

I *love* it when you talk dirty.

y'all's friend in the old north state

Same backattcha, my friend. Be well in the new year!
--
TL,
Tim
-------------------------
http://css.sbcma.com/timj