A Australian man had just come home from a trip to Africa with a contagious disease and was admitted to Hospital for further tests.
He was then locked in a hospital room away from anyone, and the phone rang from his hospital bedside table.

It was the Doctor ringing him to tell him that he had a contagious disease and is going to put him on a flat diet of which consisted of pizzas , pancakes, and pitta bread.

He said to the Doctor will that cure my disease and the Doctor said " no it won't but it's the only foods we can get under the door".

They told me I’d never be any good at poetry because I’m dyslexic, but I've proved them wrong. So far I’ve made two jugs, an ashtray and a vase!

Is anyone out there?   Say something, even if it is "something"  Go on, be brave, say it!  Just one word something.

I guess that the 23 who have viewed my posting are not really alive, just pretending to be so.

What a dumb lot, can't be bothered to reply.