Think you are having a bad day ?
> Fire authorities in California found a
corpse in a burned-out section of forest while assessing the damage
done by a forest fire. The deceased male was dressed in a full wet
suit, complete with scuba tanks on his back, flippers, and face mask.
> A post-mortem test revealed that the
man died not from burns, but from massive internal injuries. Dental
records provided a positive identification. Investigators then set
about to determine how a fully clothed diver ended up in the middle of
a forest fire.
> It was revealed that on the day of the
fire, the man went diving off the coast, some 20 miles from the
forest. The fire fighters, seeking to control the fire as quickly as
possible, had called in a fleet of helicopters with very large dip
buckets. Water was dipped from the ocean and emptied at the site of
the forest fire.
> You guessed it. One minute our diver
was making like Flipper in the Pacific, the next, he was doing the
breast stroke in a fire dip bucket 300 feet in the air.
> Some days, it just doesn't pay to get
out of bed
Bloke goes in the shower one morning
Bloke goes in the shower one morning, his weekly belly-button-fluff removal completed, he feels in his navel, something hard. Gets mirror and light, looks in, sees head of a gold screw, wierd-shaped recess in the head. Pokes around, tries to get it out, no luck.
Off next day to a doctor who says he's never seen anything like it, but he can't get it out either. So on to a proctologist who says he's not qualified for that particular orifice, then a dermatologist who says it doesn't look dangerous, just leave it. Doctor after doctor says can't do anything about it.
Bloke is beginning to feel like a prevert, with this screw in his belly-button.
Despondent after several weeks of futile searching for an answer, he goes in a pub and has a drink. Sees old mate, to whom he tells his story. Mate doesn't laugh but suggest he tries the Wise Woman living on the hill. Poor bloke laughs it off, just goes home and sulks. But after a few such evenings he decides to try the Wise Woman.
(Cue for Black Adder joke if you like).
Anyway he turns up at the Wise Woman's house, she looks at the screw in his navel, hums and ha's, but says the only think she can think of is this: "sleep next full moon under an open window, drag your bed over to the right position, no bed clothes, just lie there."
Bloke pays her and goes home, thinks what a load of cobblers it all is, but come the bext full moon he drags his bed over under the window, opens this, pulls bedclothes down and waits. Moonbeam slowly moves around until it's shining on his navel: then he sees something !
A tiny but beautiful fairy is flying down the moonbeam towards him, a screwdriver under one arm. She lands on the bed, hops up to his navel, inserts the screwdriver - it fits ! - and turns..and turns..and turns...and slowly out comes the screw, about 8" long. When it's right out she nods her head, tucks the screw under one arm, the 'driver under the other, and flies back up the moonbeam.
Bloke feels so happy it's gone at last, he falls asleep with a smile on his face. Next morning he wakes up and feels - yes, the horrid screw is gone !
He jumps out of bed with a cry of joy, and his arse falls off.