With Christmas almost upon us I would like to share a personal experience with you all about drinking and driving.

This past Friday I was out on a evening with some friends. I had a few beers, followed by some G & Ts. Despite the jolliness, I still had the sense to know that I was over the limit. That's when I decided to take a taxi home.

Sure enough, there were police stopping drivers; but, since it was a taxi they ignored it. I arrived home safely without incident.

This was both a great relief and surprise because I had never driven a taxi before. I don't even know where I got it from and, now that it is in my garage, I don't know what to do with it.

Merry Christmas and a happy new year.

And remember, the above is just a joke; don't drink and drive.

A women walks into a accountants office and says she needs to file her taxis. The Accountant says ,'Before we begin I will have to ask you some questions. He gets her name, address and tax file number. He then asks her occupation. She says ,"I am a prostitute". The accountant is taken aback, let us rephrase that he says. The women says, o.k. I am a high end call girl.. He says ,It wont work ,try again. So she has a little think, and says How about an elite chicken farmer?. The accountant asks, What does a chicken farmer have to do with a prostitute?" Well she replied," I raised 650 cocks last year.He said," A chicken farmer it is".