@ Scarab: Remember our conversation yesterday?? Got this email this morning! This is MORE than ironic!
I am really pissing myself laughing now! :woohoo:

One day a teacher was talking about marriage in class...




Teacher : What kind of wife would you like Johnny?
Johnny : I would want a wife like the moon...
Teacher : Wow !! what a choice...do you want her to be beautiful and calm like the moon?
Johnny : No, I want her to arrive at night and disappear in the morning...

Back up to the sperm thing.

Assuming the 37.5mb of DNA data in one sperm cell would be text info, and accepting 500 pages of text per MB, The 37.5MB of DNA data all printed out would be 18750 pages.

Thus, ignoring the ink, one 3 second printed orgasm would weigh in at about 1,625,088 kg. That's four fully loaded, take off weight Boeing 747's.

:woohoo:

Marius that is bloody brilliant! :drunk: :thumbsup: :woohoo:

The Iraqi Rugby Player

The Gauteng Lions manager flies to Baghdad to watch some young Iraqis playing rugby, is suitably impressed by one of them and arranges for him to come over to Gauteng .

Two months later the Lions are 18-6 down to the Cheetahs with only 20 minutes left to play. The manager gives the young Iraqi winger the nod and on he goes.

The lad is a sensation, scores 4 tries in 20 minutes and wins the game for the Lions. The fans are delighted, the players and coaches are delighted and the media love the new star.

When the player comes off the pitch he phones his mum to tell her about his first day in Super 15 Rugby .

"Hello Mum, guess what?" he says "I played for 20 minutes today, and we were 18-6 down but I scored 4 tries and we won! Everybody loves me, the fans, the media, they all love me!"

"Wonderful," says his mum, "Now let me tell you about my day. Your father got shot and wounded in the street and robbed; your sister and I were ambushed and beaten; your brother has joined a gang of looters ... and all
the while you were having such a great time playing rugby"

The young lad is very upset. "What can I say Mum? I truly am so sorry."

"Sorry?!!! Sorry?!!!' shrieks his mum, "It's your fault we all moved to Johannesburg in the first place!"