Priorities... Bad news, good news and really good news...
A bloke's wife goes missing while scuba diving on the Barrier Reef. The police send out a search party while the bloke spends a restless night wondering what could have happened to her.
Next morning there's a knock at the door and he is confronted by a couple of policemen, an old Sargeant and a younger Constable. The Sarge says, "Mate, we have some news for you, unfortunately some really bad news, but some good news and maybe some really good news."
"Well," says the bloke, "I guess I'd better have the bad news first?
The Sarge says, "I'm really sorry pal, but your wife is dead. Young Bill here found her lying at about five fathoms in a little cleft in the Reef. He got a line around her and we pulled her up, but she was dead."
The bloke is naturally pretty distressed to hear of this and has a bit of a sob...
After a few minutes he pulls himself together and asks what the good news is.
The Sarge says, "Well when we got your wife up there were quite a few really good sized crays and a swag of nice muddies attached to her wetsuit, so we've brought you your share." He hands the bloke a sugar bag with a couple of nice crays and four or five mud crabs in it. "Geez thanks. They're bloody beauties. I guess it's an ill wind and all that ...
Now, what's the really good news?"
"Well," the Sarge says, "me and young Bill here get off duty at around 11 o'clock and we're gonna shoot over there and pull her up again!....you fancy grabbin some stubbies and comin' with us?"
(cray = lobster, muddies = mud crabs, stubbies = beers)
This may well turn out to be my FINAL post.
A bloke's wife goes missing while scuba diving on the Barrier Reef. The police send out a search party while the bloke spends a restless night wondering what could have happened to her.
Next morning there's a knock at the door and he is confronted by a couple of policemen, an old Sargeant and a younger Constable. The Sarge says, "Mate, we have some news for you, unfortunately some really bad news, but some good news and maybe some really good news."
"Well," says the bloke, "I guess I'd better have the bad news first?
The Sarge says, "I'm really sorry pal, but your wife is dead. Young Bill here found her lying at about five fathoms in a little cleft in the Reef. He got a line around her and we pulled her up, but she was dead."
The bloke is naturally pretty distressed to hear of this and has a bit of a sob...
After a few minutes he pulls himself together and asks what the good news is.
The Sarge says, "Well when we got your wife up there were quite a few really good sized crays and a swag of nice muddies attached to her wetsuit, so we've brought you your share." He hands the bloke a sugar bag with a couple of nice crays and four or five mud crabs in it. "Geez thanks. They're bloody beauties. I guess it's an ill wind and all that ...
Now, what's the really good news?"
"Well," the Sarge says, "me and young Bill here get off duty at around 11 o'clock and we're gonna shoot over there and pull her up again!....you fancy grabbin some stubbies and comin' with us?"
(cray = lobster, muddies = mud crabs, stubbies = beers)
This may well turn out to be my FINAL post.
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