The joke is set in Melbourne. There is a precinct near the arts centre
where there are gardens, lawns and walkways - old Morton bay fig trees and
so on.

God is walking in the gardens in the warmth of the evening - near the
Arts Centre and he comes across a couple of stone statues - nude statues
with all their bits exposed - male and female facing one another on different
sides of the path.

The statues have been out in the elements for years - they've taken a
pounding from the weather - it's a life where either the sun is beating down,
the cold making is them shiver or the rain is drenching them and they are
covered with pigeon sh*t - which shows how much the pigeons appreciate
them. They've been very good statues.

God looks at the statues and is moved to be gracious. "You statues
have been out in the elements for years - immovable - just sitting there
looking at one another - you've been very good statues." "I think you deserve
a reward." Why don't you get down from those blocks and slip off into the
bushes for ten minutes."

The statues are a bit creaky as they start to move but then they
limber up and dash off behind the bushes.

God looks at his watch. There's a bit of giggling to be heard from the bushes and then the
statues reappear and make to step back up onto their blocks. (It doesn't do to take God for granted after all and statues aren't very good at telling time.)

God looks at his watch again and says: "That was only five minutes -you can go off into the bushes again if you like."

This time the statues move with some alacrity and God watches - a kind old grandfather who is pleased with the results of his initiative. Just as they disappear around behind the bushes the female statue -generous to a fault - is heard to say: "This time I'll hold the pigeon and you can sh*t on it.

 

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If we are doing signs. here's a real road sign in SE Wisconsin:

 

Hey man! look up! recreation area!

 

Guy walks into a bar and sees this beautiful voluptuous woman. He goes up to her and says, "You know...I can tell when you were born by feeling your breasts."

"Yeah, nice try buddy," she says.

"No, seriously," he says. "You know how some people can tell you about your life by reading your palm...Well, I can tell when you were born by feeling your breasts."

She must have had a couple of drinks already, because she gives in, saying "Alright, fine".

They move to a corner of the bar and he proceeds to feel her breasts. And after a little bit she says, "Okay, so tell me...When was I born?"

The guy says, "Ummm...Yesterday?"

 

 

This used to be a nice neighborhood... now you can't park a vehicle anywhere without someone sneaking up and blowing it up.

Spoiler

 

The age old story of who picks up the tab !
The last Supper.

 

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Pickles was my favorite comic in the paper, before the paper went belly up. Many times grampa and gramma talked about the same things we did.

 

This reminds me of the frustration I experience with some of my friends when I try to have a transcendent conversation with them.

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Dark emitting diode
Air Force reveals its new aircraft cloaking system uses dark-emitting diodes (DEDs)


DED-Z's larger extinction region enables it to be efficiently coupled to an optical “light sink” and dissipater (LSD) assembly which can be integrated into its package. This further enhances the DED-Z's performance by creating a large, tunable optical capture region. “Our DEDs no longer have to wait around until a photon bumps into them”
The proposed JEDEC symbol for the Zener-enhanced dark-emitting diode

https://www.edn.com/air-force-revea...oaking-system-uses-dark-emitting-diodes-deds/

 

Which will be used with the WOM (Write Only Memory).