Can’t do much more than send you jokes at the moment. Hope you get a chuckle out of them.
We at Casa Finn are doing ok. Lesley and I still like each other, (you can love each other but not always like each other, luckily we have both).
I have written a few new tunes and Paul and Mike are contributing as well so we should have a dozen or so soon. I have been building a wall in the studio, very rustic but should keep the noise and dust down. Have also recorded some tunes with Keith Todd and we are looking at producing an EP for him by the end of all this.
Things are changing, if we can do 10 people we will do a back yard gig. More as it comes to hand.
No gubmint money as yet….in fact not a word in 3 weeks, they were always slow, even more so now.
Good luck Y’all
Peace and Love
Be safe !!!
That is All
A teenage boy is getting ready to take his girlfriend to the prom. First he goes to rent a tuxedo, but there's a long tux line at the shop, and it takes him two hours to hire one.
Next he decides to get some flowers, so he heads over to the florist but there's a large flower line there. He waits for nearly an hour but eventually gets some flowers.
Then he heads out to rent a limo. Unfortunately there's a large limo line at the rental office, but the boy is patient and gets the job done.
Finally, the day of the prom comes. The boy is dancing with his girl and they're having a great time.
When the song is over, she asks him to get her some punch, so he heads over to the punch table……………………. but there's no punch line.
You can tell a lot about a woman by her ankles If they are on your shoulders, she probably likes you!
I was once kidnapped by a gang of Mimes. They performed unspeakable acts upon me.
Did you hear about the guy with no penis, who ejaculated? He came out of nowhere.
How do you give a duck soul?
Microwave it until its Bill Withers
A man doing market research knocked on a door and was greeted by a young woman with three small children running around at her feet.
He says, 'I'm doing some research for Vaseline. Have you ever used the product..?'
She says, 'Yes. My husband and I use it all the time...'
'And if you don't mind me asking, what do you use it for..?'
'We use it when we're having sex...'
The researcher was a little taken back.
'Usually people lie to me and say that they use it on a child's bicycle chain or to help with a gate hinge. But, in fact, I know that most people do use it for sex. I do admire you for your honesty.
Since you've been frank so far, can you tell me exactly how you use it when you're having sex?'
The woman says, 'I don't mind telling you at all...
My husband and I put it on the door knob and it keeps the kids out...
The skipper of a fishing boat which ran aground during the early hours of this morning, was found to be more than twice over the blood alcohol limit for sailing.
Authorities have said that they have no idea what to do with a drunken sailor early in the morning.
Members of the different Armed Services were asked how they would deal with a scorpion in their tent
The sailor said he'd step on it
The soldier said he'd crush it with his boot
The Marine said he'd capture it, rip off the stinger and eat it
The airman said he'd call room service and ask what a tent was doing in his room.
An old lady dies and goes to heaven. She's chatting it up with St. Peter at the Pearly Gates when all of a sudden she hears the most awful bloodcurdling screams.
"Don't worry about that," says St. Peter, "it's only someone having the holes put into her shoulder blades for wings."
The old lady looks a little uncomfortable but carries on with the conversation.
Ten minutes later, there are more blood curdling screams "Oh my God," says the old lady, "now what is happening?"
"Not to worry," says St. Peter, "She's just having her head drilled to fit the halo."
"I can't do this," says the old lady, "I'm going to hell."
"You can't go there," says St. Peter. "You'll be raped and sodomized."
"Maybe so," says the old lady, "but I've already got the holes for that.
Mick, appeared on 'Who Wants To Be A Millionaire' and towards the end of the program had already won 500,000 pounds.
"You've done very well so far," said Chris Tarrant, the show's presenter, "but for a million euros you've only got one life-line left, phone a friend. Everything is riding on this question. Will you go for it?"
"Sure," said Mick. "I'll be havin’ a go!"
"Which of the following birds does NOT build its own nest?
"I haven't got a clue," said Mick, "So I'll use my last lifeline and phone my friend Paddy back home in Dublin ......."
Mick called up his mate, and told him the circumstances and repeated the question to him.
"Mother of Mary, Mick!" cried Paddy, "Dat's bloody simple. It's a cuckoo."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm feckin’ sure."
Mick hung up the phone and told Chris, "I'll go with cuckoo as my answer."
"Is that your final answer?" asked Chris.
"Dat it is."
There was a long, long pause and then the presenter screamed, "Cuckoo is the correct answer! Mick, you've won 1 million pounds!"
The next night, Mick invited Paddy to their local pub to buy him a drink.
"Tell me, Paddy? How in heaven's name did you know it was da Cuckoo that doesn't build its own nest?"
"Don't be so tick, it's because dey lives in a feckin' CLOCK!”
A man walks into a welsh pub and orders a white wine spritzer.
The bar goes silent as everyone stares at him..."Where are you from?
You sound English", "I'm from across the Severn," replies the man nervously.
"What do you do, just across the Severn ?", "I'm a taxidermist."
"What on earth is one of those?", "I mount animals."
"It’s alright boys," shouts the barman he's one of us.
A sailing mate in Lauderdale used to smoke a LOT of pot. One day he was doing a trumpet on his buddy's front porch when his buddy's dog - a nasty big brute - wanders up the steps with a dead poodle in his jaws.
"Oh, shit," says my mate. "They'll kill your dog for that. The might kill us too."
"It belongs to the old neighbour," says his buddy. "She's out right now. Let's go back there and leave it in her back yard. She will think it just died of old age."
So they sneak back there, arrange the dead poodle on the grass, and connect it up to a leash they found. Then back to the porch for another well-needed joint.
Eventually the old girl comes home, and they hear a wild scream from the back yard. She stumbles up the steps onto their porch, carrying the corpse, and screeching: "You inhuman bastards...!"
"Looks like it just snuffed it. What did we do?"
"You sick bastards. My dog died three days ago and I buried it. What sickos can dig up a dog and put it back on its leash?"
Catch Ya round the traps
Onwards and upwards
Freedom ain’t free
Common sense ain’t common.