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A doctor in Dublin wanted to get off work and go fishing, so he approached his assistant. 'Murphy, I am going fishing tomorrow and don't want to close the clinic. I want you to take care of the clinic and take care of all me patients'.

'Yes, sir!' answers Murphy.

The doctor goes fishing and returns the following day and asks:
' So, Murphy, how was your day?'

Murphy told him that he took care of three patients.
'The first one had a headache so he did, so I gave him Paracetamol.'

'Bravo Murphy lad, and the second one?' asks the doctor.

'The second one had indigestion and I gave him Gaviscon, so I did sir' says Murphy.
'Bravo, bravo! You're good at this and what about the third one?' asks the doctor.

'Sir, I was sitting here and suddenly the door flies open and a young gorgeous woman bursts in so she does.
Like a bolt outta the blue, she tears off her clothes, and lies down on the table stark naked and shouts: 'HELP ME for the love of St Patrick! For five years I have not seen any man!''

'Tunderin' lard Murphy, what did you do?' asks the doctor.
'I put drops in her eyes.'
 
And that's how the fight started.....

One year, I decided to buy my mother-in-law a cemetery plot as a Christmas gift...

The next year, I didn't buy her a gift.

When she asked me why, I replied,

"Well, you still haven't used the gift I bought you last year!"

And that's how the fight started.....
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My wife and I were watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire while we were in bed.

I turned to her and said, 'Do you want to have Sex?'

'No,' she answered. I then said,

'Is that your final answer?'

She didn't even look at me this time, simply saying, 'Yes..'

So I said, "Then I'd like to phone a friend."

And that's when the fight started...
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I took my wife to a restaurant.

The waiter, for some reason, took my order first.

"I'll have the rump steak, rare, please."

He said, "Aren't you worried about the mad cow?"

"Nah, she can order for herself."

And that's when the fight started.....
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My wife and I were sitting at a table at her high school reunion, and she kept staring at a drunken man swigging his drink as he sat alone at a nearby table.

I asked her, "Do you know him?"

"Yes", she sighed,

"He's my old boyfriend. I understand he took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear he hasn't been sober since."

"My God!" I said, "Who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?"

And then the fight started...
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When our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, my wife kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed. But, somehow I always had something else to take care of first, the shed, the boat, making beer.. Al ways something more important to me. Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point.

When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors. I watched silently for a short time and then went in to the house. I was gone only a minute, and when I came out again I handed her a toothbrush. I said, "When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the driveway."

The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.
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My wife sat down next to me as I was flipping channels.

She asked, "What's on TV?"

I said, "Dust."

And then the fight started...
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Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my lunch, and slipped quietly in to the garage. I hooked up the boat up to the van and proceeded to back out in to a torrential downpour. The wind was blowing 50mph, so I pulled back in to the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad all day.

I went back in to the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back in to bed. I cuddled up to my wife's back; now with a different anticipation, and whispered, "The weather out there is terrible."

My loving wife of 5 years replied, "And, can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that?"

And that's how the fight started...
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My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary.

She said, "I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about 3 seconds."

I bought her a bathroom scale.

And then the fight started......
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After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security.

The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's License to verify my age.

I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home. I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back
later.

The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt'.

So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair.

She said, 'That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me' and she processed my Social Security application.

When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social Security office. She said, 'You should have dropped your pants. You
might have gotten disability too.'

And then the fight started...
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My wife was standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror.

She was not happy with what she saw and said to me,

"I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you to pay me a compliment.'

I replied, "Your eyesight's darn near perfect."

And then the fight started........
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I rear-ended a car this morning...the start of a REALLY bad day!

The driver got out of the other car, and he was a DWARF!!

He looked up at me and said 'I am NOT Happy!'

So I said, 'Well, which one ARE you then?'

That's how the fight started.
 
Remember the Fiat Spyder two seater of the late 70's? Typically Italian. Beautiful car, but......."Electricity? What's electricity?"

Fix It Again, Tony
Never knew this one, but I can't forget the Fiat 850 Spyder of the late 60s. She was our class rival in sportscar club competitions. My fat fendered SAAB three-banger and I would ridicule her Mediterranean sex appeal on the ice, we could polish the pylons just about equally, but she ate us alive in hillclimbs. And could she scream! Baby Ferraris come to mind. That little four-banger turned somewhere north of 10K.
 
Early third generation GM F-body cars had an issue as mentioned.

Camaros and Firebirds mostly.

Also the 4th gen. GM G-body platform (Malibu, El Camino, Cutlass, Century, Bonneville, etc.).

All needed to either pull front left/right wheels to access #8 & #7 plugs or pull the front wheels and unbolt the motor mounts to access #8 & #7 plugs.

Some models also needed to have the exhaust manifold heat shields removed, too.
You go stuffing 2/3 of a Merlin into a rollerskate, what d'you expect?
 
My best friend's older sister's boyfriend had the Saab Shrike with the 3 cyl. It was that cream color. It was so weird it was cool
You mean as in the hot version of the Sonnet? I lusted after that car. Years later, one of my Iranian flight students had one, the slightly roomier V4 version, and offered me a ride. My 6'5" frame would not fit in that car, no way no how! My legs were WAY too long for the tunnels, so it was a choice between: (A) butt jammed up over top of seat, back against hardtop and face jammed into junction of windshield and glareshield, or: (B) butt down in seat, knees TIGHT against chest, with unyielding hard edge of glareshield pressing painfully into shins. Once sunk down in this position there was no self extraction. Took three strong guys to pry me out. And that was in the shotgun seat! Forget driving. Ahh, the pain of shattered dreams!
 
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Never knew this one, but I can't forget the Fiat 850 Spyder of the late 60s. She was our class rival in sportscar club competitions. My fat fendered SAAB three-banger and I would ridicule her Mediterranean sex appeal on the ice, we could polish the pylons just about equally, but she ate us alive in hillclimbs. And could she scream! Baby Ferraris come to mind. That little four-banger turned somewhere north of 10K.
ABARTH!!!!!
 

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