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    What to Do With All Those "Free" Soaps When Travelling This is some correspondence which actually occurred between a London hotel's staff and one of its guests. The London hotel involved submitted this to the Sunday Times. No name was mentioned. Dear Maid, Please do not leave any more of those little bars of soap in my bathroom since I have brought my own bath-sized Dial. Please remove the six unopened little bars from the shelf under the medicine chest and another three in the shower soap dish. They are in my way. Thank you, S. Berman ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear Room 635, I am not your regular maid. She will be back tomorrow, Thursday, from her day off. I took the 3 hotel soaps out of the shower soap dish as you requested. The 6 bars on your shelf I took out of your way and put on top of your Kleenex dispenser in case you should change your mind. This leaves only the 3 bars I left today which my instructions from the more...

    A cabbie is driving by the Empire State Building
    one day when he's flagged down by a fellow with a neat
    moustache, wearing a bowler hat and carrying an umbrella.
    The fellow gets into the cab.
    "Where to?" asks the cabbie.
    "Trafalgar Square, if you please," replies the fare
    in a clipped English public-school accent.
    The cabbie doesn't bat an eyelash. "That's
    fifty-percent extra for out-of-town trips," he says, "and
    ya gotta pay all tolls an' ferry fares."
    "Very well," replies the English gentleman, and so
    off they go. The cabbie drives to Kennedy International,
    arranges the trip to London, and drives his cab into the
    hold of a huge auto-transport plane. All the way across
    the Atlantic they fly, the meter running all the while.
    (Fifteen cents per sixty seconds not in motion, you know.)
    When they arrive at Heathrow they disembark, and the cabbie
    drives to Trafalgar more...

    Getting the Recipe

    Hot 2 years ago

    Here is a story about a famous food critic's recent visit to Europe last summer. He had a delightful time sampling the cuisine in Italy, France and Germany, but he made the mistake of stopping off in London on the way home.
    Needless to say, he found English food bland and overcooked. However, one day he had a great meal of fish & chips at a London pub. He asked the manager of the pub if he could have the recipe for the fish and chips.
    The manager confessed that he bought his fish and chips from a nearby monastery, and so our critic would have to get the recipe from one of the brothers.
    So he quickly ran down the street to the monastery and knocked on the door. When one of the brothers came to the door, he asked him if he were the "Fish Friar." The brother repiled, "Nope, I'm the Chip Monk!"

    The braggers
    Becky, Sadie and Hannah are bragging about their sons.
    Becky says, "My son is very successful. He is the best lawyer in London."
    Sadie says, "My son has done better than that. He is the best doctor in London."
    Hannah says, "My son has not done that well. He does not have a very good job and he is gay. But he has these two great boyfriends - one is the best lawyer in London and the other is the best doctor in London."

    You're A What?

    Hot 3 years ago

    An Irish girl went to London to work as a secretary and began sending home money and gifts to her parents.
    After a few years, they asked her to come home for a visit as her father was getting frail and elderly. She pulled up to the family home in a Rolls Royce and stepped out wearing furs and diamonds.
    As she walked into the house, her father said, "Hmmm, they seem to be paying secretaries awfully well in London."
    The girl took his hands and said, "Dad, I've been meaning to tell you something for years, but I didn't want to put it in a letter. I can't hide it from you any longer. I've become a prostitute."
    Her father gasped, put his hand on his heart and keeled over. The doctor was called, but the old man had clearly lost the will to live. He was put to bed and the priest was called.
    As the priest began to administer Extreme Unction, with the mother and daughter weeping and wailing, the old man muttered weakly, "I'm a goner, killed by me more...

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