| Another blessed 'I.T. Nerd', Probationer reckons that he has never had much 
      luck with women: ![*]() Over a memorable 
      Nosh  Stop, Mike recounted that one day he came   
      home early from work to  surprise his then 
      wife and noticed a guy jogging off in the bollocky.  Mike said  to 
      the guy, "Hey buddy, why are you doing that?"  He said 
      "Because you  came home early.
  “A 
      girl  I was interested-in 'phoned me the  other day and said... "Come 
      on over, there's nobody home,"   I went over.  
      Nobody was home.
  "During  sex, my girlfriend always wants to talk to me.  Just 
      the other night she called  me from a hotel."
  "Why do I  always meet women who seem to  
      need a  reason to 
      have sex.   I 
       just need a place."
  "Instead  of 
      getting married again, I'm going to find a woman I don't like and just 
      give  her a house."
  "My 
       girlfriends always laugh during sex 
       - 
       no matter what  they are  reading.   And even if they aren't 
      reading."
  "You know that look women  get when they want sex?  
        Me  neither."
 
 He told a friend that his wife rushed out to buy 2 new hearing aids because when 
he climbed into bed with her, snuggled up and whispered, "Honey, to you want to 
go to sleep or what?" and she said, "WHAT?" 
 After answering, "Yes, I might, I guess so," to his wife's questions about 
whether he'd get remarried if she died first and whether he'd let his new wife 
live in their house, and she angrily asked if he'd let her play with her golf 
clubs, he replied, "Oh, no, she's a lefty."         Mike's a big lump of a lad who  opted for 
      Muggs' ploy of bunging the biggest chain-ring on the rear cluster 
      that will possibly fit.  Mike's got  Campagnolo Chorus whereby 
      the biggest chain-ring his puny rear hub can take is only a 28.  
      Still hasn't got down to his local bike shop for the 
      retrofit.   On Sunday 13 Oct '02 
      Windsor ride, after 120km of slogging out West which was as 
      Dry as a Dead Dingo's Donger, Mike still 
      managed to climb the  mother of all nasties - 75m 17o at
       top of Kissing Point, in a 39/23.  His knee-caps must've been about 
      to explode, but he never let on. After leading Widget 'n 
      Scribe astray at the  Wollombi Hotel on the 2nd Linger 'n Die Ride 
      last Dec where there were Three Blind Mice at night's end, and 
      similar roistering at other Muggs'  socials, Probationer has 
      been lying low lately.   |