A major earthquake, measuring 9.1 on the Richter scale has hit New Zealand this morning. The country is devastated with 350,000 New Zealanders missing, and over 100,000 injured.
The country is totally ruined and the government is so overwhelmed that it has issued a worldwide appeal for assistance. Other nations have been quick to respond to the disaster.
Britain is flying in rescue workers and sniffer dogs to help locate trapped victims.
The USA is flying in food supplies and aid money.
France is flying in doctors, nurses and first aid units.
Japan is flying in high tech communications equipment.
Germany is flying in special trained police squads to help restore order.
Russia is flying in tents and warm clothing.
Australia is flying in 350,000 replacement Kiwis…….
The big guy replies, ‘Well mate, before you tell that joke, you should know something. I’m 1.90 m tall, 125 kg and I played as a forward for the All Blacks.”
“The guy next to me is 1.85 m, weighs 115 kg and he’s an ex-All Black lock.”
“Next to him is a bloke who’s 2 m tall, weighs 120 kg and he’s a current All Black second rower. Now do you still want to tell that Kiwi joke?”
The first bloke says, “Nah, not if I’m going to have to explain it three times.”
The clerk behind the Centrelink desk says, “Your timing is excellent. We just got a job opening from a very wealthy old man who wants a chauffeur/bodyguard for his nymphomaniac daughter. You’ll have to drive around in his Mercedes, but he’ll supply all of your clothes.
Because of the long hours, meals will be provided. You’ll be expected to escort her on her overseas holiday trips. You’ll have a two-bedroom apartment above the garage.
The starting salary is $200,000 a year”.
The Kiwi says, “You’re bullshitting me!”
The Centrelink officer says, “Yeah, well, you started it”.
“How are three people going to travel on only one ticket?” asks a Kiwi.
“Watch and you’ll see”, answers the Aussie.
They all board the train. The Kiwis take their respective seats but all three Aussies cram into a bathroom and close the door behind them. Shortly after the train has departed, the conductor comes around collecting tickets. He knocks on the bathroom door and says, “Ticket please”. The door opens just a crack and a single arm emerges with a ticket in hand. The conductor takes it and moves on.
The Kiwis see this and agree it was quite a clever plan. So after the game, the Kiwis decide to copy the Aussies on the return trip and save some money, (being clever with money and all that).
When they get to the station, they buy a single ticket for their return trip. To their astonishment, the Aussies don’t buy a ticket at all. “How are you going to travel ‘without’ a ticket?” asks one perplexed Kiwi. “Watch and you’ll see”, answers a Aussie.
When they board the train, the three Kiwis cram into a bathroom and the Aussies cram into another nearby. The train departs. Shortly afterwards, one of the Aussies leaves and walks over to the bathroom where the Kiwis are hiding.
He knocks on the door and says, “Tickets please”!!
Suddenly the door to the waiting room burst open and the doctor runs in!
“Congratulations Guys! You’re all proud fathers of healthy baby boys and coincidentally they were all born with in seconds of each other!!” Say’s the Doctor excitedly. “One problem tho… in the confusion of all these births we got a little confused and we’re not sure who’s baby is who’s.”
The Aussie is out of his seat as fast as you like and into the maternity ward, immediatly picking up the black baby, obviously the African Americans child, and starts to run out of the hospital.
“Wait, wait!!” Shouts the doctor. “That’s definitly not your baby!!”
“I know!” yells the Aussie on the hoof out the front door.
“… But one of the other two baby’s is a Kiwi and I’m not taking the chance!!!”
Aussie: Quick! Grab a parachute and jump!
Kiwi: What about the sheep?!?
Aussie: **** the sheep!!!!
Kiwi: (paused) Do you think we have time?
They found themselves stranded on a desert island and after being there for a while they got into the habit of going to the beach every evening to watch the sun go down.
One particular evening, the sky was red with beautiful cirrus clouds, the breeze was warm and gentle; a perfect night for romance. As they sat there, the sheep started looking better and better to the Kiwi.
Soon, he leaned over to the sheep and put his arm around it.
But the dog got jealous, growling fiercely until the Kiwi took his arm from around the sheep.
After that, the three of them continued to enjoy the sunsets together, but there was no more cuddling.
A few weeks passed by and lo, and behold, there was another shipwreck.
The only survivor was a beautiful young woman, the most beautiful woman the Kiwi had ever seen.
She was in a pretty bad way when they rescued her, and they slowly nursed her back to health.
When the young maiden was well enough, they introduced her to their evening beach ritual.
It was another beautiful evening: red cirrus clouds, a warm and gentle breeze; perfect for a night of romance.
Pretty soon the New Zealander started to get ‘those feelings’ again. He fought them as long as he could, but he finally gave in and leaned over to the young woman, cautiously, and whispered in her ear…
‘Would you mind taking the dog for a walk?’
Ventriloquist: “G’day Mate! Good looking dog, mate. Mind if I speak to him?”
New Zealander: “The dog doesn’t talk, you stupid Aussie.”
Ventriloquist: “Hey dog, how’s it going old mate?”
Dog: “Doin’ alright.”
New Zealander: (extreme look of shock)
Ventriloquist: “Is this Kiwi your owner?”, pointing at New Zealander
Ventriloquist: “How does he treat you?”
Dog: “Real good. He walks me twice a day, feeds me great food, and takes me to the lake once a week to play.”
New Zealander: (look of disbelief)
Ventriloquist: “Mind if I talk to your horse?”
New Zealander: “Uh, the horse doesn’t talk either…I think.”
Ventriloquist: “Hey horse, how’s it going?”
New Zealander: (extreme look of shock)
Ventriloquist: “Is this your owner?” (pointing at New Zealander)
Ventriloquist: “How’s he treat you?”
Horse: “Pretty good, thanks for asking. He rides me regularly, brushes me down often, and keeps me in the barn to protect me from the elements.”
New Zealander: (total look of amazement)
Ventriloquist: “Mind if I talk to your sheep?”
New Zealander: “The sheep’s a liar.”
The Aussie is quite taken aback by this, so he climbs the fence and walks over to the farmer.
He taps him on the shoulder and says, “You know mate, back home, we shear those!”
The New Zealander looks frantically around and says, “I’m not bloody SHEARING this with no one!”