Not sick but…at least it’s not about Gary Glitter, blue coats or dead babies
A man was driving along a country road, the rain was pelting down, it was cold and it was the middle of the night. All of a sudden his car broke down. As he stood looking into the bonnet wondering what to do, a light caught his eye.

“Aha, a house” thinks the man.

So with that, he wanders across a muddy field to the house. Upon reaching the house he stepped onto the mat, which he noticed was made of gold. “Odd” thinks the man, “it’s not very often you see a door mat made out of gold”.

The man knocked on the door using a gold door knocker. “Hmm, perhaps they’ve just very well off”.

A short while later a little old lady comes to the door and asks him what he wants, to which the man explains that his car has broken down. The old woman suggests that he stays the night.

Upon entering the house, the man notices more gold things in the house – a gold TV, gold table and chairs, gold sofa, lots of gold trinkets dotted around, gold carpet, gold stairs and gold windows.

The woman shows the man to his room, and upon opening the gold door, the man is greeted with a fantastic bedroom – everything made of gold.

Stick with it…

He settles down into the gold bed, covers himself with the gold covers and lays his head on the gold pillow. The woman tells him breakfast is served at 8.00am sharp. So the man sets the gold clock on his gold bedside table to wake him at 7.30.

After a brilliant nights sleep the man awakes, and takes a bath – of course made of gold. He gets dressed and goes down the gold stairs, opens the gold door to the kitchen, and is greeting by two other men sitting at the gold table and on gold chairs.

They both explain that they are staying here too.

The woman appears and asks them what they all want for breakfast. “Cornflakes” says one man. “I’ll take the kippers” says the other, whilst our man plumps for cornflakes too.

The lady serves them their breakfasts, of course in gold bowls, with gold tea and coffee cups, gold cutlery, gold napkins, milk from the gold fridge and on gold trays.

Nearly there now…

After breakfast, the men all pack their things never to be seen again.

The moral of the story…
Two out of three people prefer cornflakes.

*shrugs*
(Bertie Dastard Wax on, wax off, Thu 8 Dec 2005, 15:38, Reply)