( published 26th June 2002 )
I never really noticed the difference between good and korked wine until one day a waiter brought me a good bottle alongside with a bad one, and I compared both. Kork in wine has now a unique smell. The same counts for Marijuana or Haschich. When people told me they could smell it, I struggled to recognise it. One evening in the streets of a big city, and I think now I will recognise that smell too forever.
Regards from Amsterdam
Have a nice day
I think I told you this one before already. If so, apologies, if not, enjoy:
Twelve Catholic priests were about to be ordained. The final test was for them to line up in a straight row, totally nude, while an incredibly sexy and beautiful, big breasted, model danced before them. Each priest had a small bell attached to his penis and they were told that anyone whose bell rang when she danced in front of them would not be ordained because he had not reached a state of spiritual purity. The beautiful model danced before the first priest, with no reaction. She proceeded down the line with the same response from all the priests until she got to the final priest. As she danced, his bell began to ring so loudly that it flew off and fell clattering to the ground.
Embarrassed, Father Shan took a few step forward, and bent over to pick it up. Just then, all the other bells started to ring..........