The internet, Sex, potpourri and other nonsense!
The Internet and Privacy
Before the arrival of the internet, it was really tough being a follower….and sometimes embarrassing, too! As in the case of Vikki Dougan, reputed to have the sexiest ass in the world during the 1950’s ! She couldn’t walk down the street without dozens of followers admiring her female charms…today, via the internet, this can all be done (and more!) and being a ‘follower’ has all of a sudden become respectable! Believe it or not!
Simon Williams’ Recommended Reading for Chess Nerds
You know your relationship is not going any where when…
Another Self-Help Book by Chess Players…
UP COMING BOOK BY CARLSEN?
Little Tony was 9 years old and was staying with his grandmother for a few days.
He’d been playing outside with the other kids for a while when he came into the house and asked her, ‘Grandma, what’s that called when two people sleep in the same room and one is on top of the other?’
She was a little taken aback, but she decided to tell him the truth. ‘It’s called sexual intercourse , darling.’
Little Tony said, ‘Oh, OK,’ and went back outside to play with the other kids.
A few minutes later he came back in and said angrily, ‘Grandma, it isn’t called sexual intercourse . It’s called Bunk Beds….And Jimmy ‘s mum wants to talk to you.’Thx BM!
The 3 Rednecks
Three rednecks were working up on a cell phone tower: Cooter, Ronnie and Donnie
As they start their descent, Cooter slips, falls off the tower and is killed instantly.
As the ambulance takes the body away, Ronnie says, ‘Well, damn, someone should go and tell his wife.
Donnie says, ‘OK, I’m pretty good at that sensitive stuff, I’ll do it.’
Two hours later, he comes back carrying a case of Budweiser. Ronnie says, ‘Where did you get that beer, Donnie?’
‘Cooter’s wife gave it to me,’ Ronnie replies.
‘That’s unbelievable, you told the lady her husband was dead and she gave you beer?’
‘Well, not exactly’, Donnie says. ‘When she answered the door, I said to her, “you must be Cooter’s widow.”
She said, ‘You must be mistaken. I’m not a widow.’
Then I said, ‘I’ll bet you a case of Budweiser you are.’Thanks Graham!