Loksins kominn helgi aftur og einu sinni enn. �etta er fari� a� l��a �r�ttl�tanlega hratt. j� �v� helgarnar l��a l�ka hratt ef �a� v�ri n� h�gt a� h�gja � �eim v�ri �etta f�nt. Rosalegt �etta me� Rj�pubanni�, �a� ver�u �v� meiri �s�kn � G�sina � sta�inn �v� vei�imenn ver�a f� s�na �tivist � hverju �ri. �a� ���ir bara eitt n�st ver�ur G�sinn fri�u� og svo koll af kolli. Vi� erum b�nir a� b�ka gistinguna okkar � fj�llum � �g�st og �a� ver�ur yndislegt a� komast a�eins � fj�ll me� kyr�ina og h�lkinn!! N� er rigning h�r og ekki veitti af �v� gr��ur var a� skr�lna og g�lfvellirnir a� ska�a komnir. �g �arf �� ekki a� fara �t og v�kva eplatr�� � bili. H�rna l�t �g fylgja me� einn g��an svona fyrir helgina, spurnig hvort ma�ur getur nota� �etta r�� �egar ma�ur ver�ur kominn � elliheimili� ETHEL AND HER WHEELCHAIR Ethel is a bit of a demon in her wheelchair, and loves to charge around the nursing home, taking corners on one wheel and getting up to maximum speed on the long corridors. Because she and her fellow residents are one sandwich short of a picnic, they all tolerate each other, some of the males actually join in. One day, Ethel was speeding up one corridor when a door opened and Mad Mike stepped out of his room with his arm outstretched. "STOP!" he said in a firm voice. "Have you got a license for that thing?" Ethel fished around in her handbag and pulled out a Kit Kat wrapper and held it up to him. "OK" he said,and away Ethel sped down the hall. As she took the corner near the TV lounge on one wheel, Weird William popped out in front of her and shouted, "STOP! Have you got proof of insurance?" Ethel dug into her handbag, pulled out a beer coaster and held it up to him William nodded and said, "Carry on, ma'am." As Ethel neared the final corridor before the front door, Bonkers Brian stepped out in front of her, stark naked, holding a very sizeable (for his age) erection in his hand. "Oh, no!" said Ethel, "Not the breathalyser again!"