Wat 'n wonderlike rugby naweek wat voorlê.
Baie geluk aan die Cheetahs en Lions wat deur is na die Curriecup final en baie geluk aan die Bulls en die Sharks wat deur is na die World Cup finals.

Jirre, maar hierdie girl het ‘n paar tieflike liete!!!!

Every Friday evening after work Van der Merwe would braai a big, fat juicy steak. But his neighbours, being Catholic and therefore reluctant to eat meat on Fridays suffered agonies of temptation as the delicious aroma carried on the evening breeze.

They persuaded their priest to try to convert Van. Success! Van attended Mass and the priest sprinkled holy water over him and said, "You were born a Protestant, raised a Protestant but now you are a Catholic."

Everybody was delighted.

But when Friday night came the wonderful aroma of grilled steak again wafted over the neighbourhood.

The priest rushed into Van's garden just in time to see him clutching a small bottle of holy water and sprinkling it over the grilling meat and chanting, "You was born a cow, you was raised as a cow, but now you is a snoek!"

"Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have been with a loose girl". The priest asks, "Is that you, Johnny Byrne?"
"Yes, Father, it is."
"And who was the girl you were with?"
"I can't tell you, Father, I don't want to ruin her reputation."
"Well, Johnny, I'm sure to find out her name sooner or later, so you may as well tell me now. Was it Mary Walsh?"
"I cannot say."
"Was it Teresa Brown?"
"I'll never tell."
"Was it Margaret Doyle?"
"I'm sorry, but I cannot name her."
"Was it Anne O' Neil?"
"My lips are sealed."
"Was it Catherine 0' Toole, then?"
"Please, Father, I cannot tell you."
The priest sighs in frustration. "You're very tight lipped Johnny, and I admire that. But you've sinned and have to atone. You cannot be an Altar Boy now for 4 months. Now you go and behave yourself.

Johnny walks back to his pew, and his friend Tommy slides over and whispers, "What'd you get?"

"Four months holiday and five good leads."

Ja Micky, ek stem saam…