Joke

[big jay]

You've prob heard this but it still makes me chuckle.....

>>>> Dear Mum & Dad,

>>>>

>>>> I am well. Hope youse are too. Tell me big brothers Doug and Phil

>>>>that the Army is better than workin' on the farm - tell them to get in

>>>>bloody quick smart before the jobs are all gone! I wuz a bit slow in

>>>>settling down at first, because ya don't hafta get outta bed until 6am.

>>>>But

>>>>I like sleeping in now, cuz all ya gotta do before brekky is make ya bed

>>>>and shine ya boots and clean ya uniform. No bloody cows to milk, no

>>>>calves

>>>>to feed, no feed to stack - nothin'!! Ya haz gotta shower though, but

>>>>its

>>>>not so bad, coz there's lotsa hot water and even a light to see what ya

>>>>doing!

>>>>

>>>> At brekky ya get cereal, fruit and eggs but there's no kangaroo

>>>>steaks or possum stew like wot Mum makes. You don't get fed again until

>>>>noon and by that time all the city boys are buggered because we've been

>>>>on

>>>>a 'route march' - geez its only just like walking to the windmill in the

>>>>back paddock!!

>>>>

>>>> This one will kill me brothers Doug and Phil with laughter. I

>>>> keep

>>>>getting medals for shootin' - dunno why. The bullseye is as big as a

>>>>bloody

>>>>possum's bum and it don't move and it's not firing back at ya like the

>>>>Johnsons did when our big scrubber bull got into their prize cows before

>>>>the Ekka last year! All ya gotta do is make yourself comfortable and hit

>>>>the target - it's a piece of piss!! You don't even load your own

>>>>cartridges, they comes in little boxes, and ya don't have to steady

>>>>yourself against the rollbar of the roo shooting truck when you reload!

>>>>

>>>> Sometimes ya gotta wrestle with the city boys and I gotta be real

>>>>careful coz they break easy - it's not like fighting with Doug and Phil

>>>>and

>>>>Jack and Boori and Steve and Muzza all at once like we do at home after

>>>>the

>>>>muster.

>>>> Turns out I'm not a bad boxer either and it looks like I'm the

>>>> best

>>>>the platoon's got, and I've only been beaten by this one bloke from the

>>>>Engineers - he's 6 foot 5 and 15 stone and three pick handles across the

>>>>shoulders and as ya know I'm only 5 foot 7 and eight stone wringin' wet,

>>>>but I fought him till the other blokes carried me off to the boozer.

>>>>

>>>> I can't complain about the Army - tell the boys to get in quick

>>>>before word gets around how bloody good it is.

>>>>

>>>> Your loving daughter,

>>>>

>>>> Sheila