Richard just emailed me in with this one. If I didn’t actually recognise the location I would of said it was one of those photo’s that does the rounds on the net… But this one is actually just down outside Renaisance in Onehunga!
"If you’re having a bad day spare a thought for Joseph in service who didn’t park in the right place this morning."
Appeared on the front page of the NZ Herald.
Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at an Elingsh uinervtisy, it deosn’t mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht frist and lsat ltteer is at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae we do not raed ervey lteter by itslef but the wrod as a wlohe.
Ive seen this posted elsewhere, there are UK, Australian and US versions basically the same. So we shouldn’t feel stink, the grass aint greener on the other side! But its still pretty funny.
The wild version:
The squirrel works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building and improving his house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks he’s a fool, and laughs and dances and plays the summer away. Come winter, the squirrel is warm and well fed. The shivering grasshopper has no food or shelter, so he dies out in the cold.
The End… or is it?
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