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1.  Skotta  on 5:04 e.h.  

   Á almannafæri hitti ég Albert
   aðeins á Engilbert minntann mig, Herbert.
   
   Svo mundi ég að hann var helvítis pervert
   alltaf að berá'sér brjóstið sitt alsbert.

2.  Skotta  on 5:09 e.h.  

   Innan skamms í ytra byrðið
   ætla ég mér í þá.
   Ætli það sé vettugs virðið
   vesenið með þessa tíbrá.
   
   Hvar á ég heima, hrópaði ég
   hrikalega Altzheimersjúkur.
   Og hvernig var þetta með Úlf í Undandrennu?
   
   Ykkar Skotta, æruverðugur handhafi Laddaverðlaunanna.

3.  Gwelda  on 8:05 e.h.  

   Á almannafæri hitti ég Albert
   aðeins á Engilbert minntann mig, Herbert.
   Í sjálfsmyndarkreppu er karlinn og hver vert
   mun kastonum út, ef ekkert er að gert.
   
   Innan skamms í ytra byrðið
   ætla ég mér þá.
   Er ykkur sama þó þið gyrðið
   ykkur smá?
   
   Hvar á ég heima, hrópaði ég
   hrikalega Alzheimerssjúkur.
   Ég valdi á leiðinni vitlausan veg,
   voðalegur víðáttu vesalings kúkur.

4.  Nafnlaus  on 5:28 e.h.  

   I figured steinrikurinn.blogspot.com could use a little humor.
   
   Diary
   
   DEAR DIARY
   
   Day 1.
   Just celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary with not much to celebrate.
   When it came time to re-enact our wedding night, he locked himself in
   the bathroom and cried.
   
   Day 2.
   Today, he says he has a big secret to tell me. He's impotent, he says,
   and he wants me to be the first to know. Why doesn't he tell me
   something I don't know! I mean, he actually thinks I haven't noticed.
   
   Day 3.
   This marriage is in trouble. A woman has needs. Yesterday, I saw a
   picture of Nelson's Column and burst into tears.
   
   Day 4.
   A miracle has happened! There's a new drug on the market that will fix
   his 'problem.' It's called Viagra. I told him that if he takes Viagra,
   things will be just like they were on our wedding night. I think this
   will work. I replaced his Prozac with the Viagra, hoping to lift
   something other than his mood.
   
   Day 5.
   What absolute bliss!!.
   
   Day 6.
   Isn't life wonderful but it's difficult to write while he's doing that.
   
   Day 7.
   This Viagra thing has gone to his head. No pun intended! Yesterday, at
   Burger King, the manager asked me if I'd like a Whopper. He thought they
   were talking about him. But, have to admit it's very nice - I don't
   think I've ever been so happy.
   
   Day 8.
   I think he took too many over the weekend. Yesterday, instead of mowing
   the lawn, he was using his new friend as a weed whacker. I'm also
   getting a bit sore down there.
   
   Day 9.
   No time to write. He might catch me.
   
   Day 10.
   Okay, I admit it. I'm hiding. I mean, a girl can only take so much. And
   to make matters worse, he's washing the Viagra down with neat whisky!
   What am I going to do? I feel tacky all over....
   
   Day 11.
   I'm basically being screwed to death. It's like living with a Black and
   Decker drill. I woke up this morning hot-glued to the bed. Even my
   armpits hurt. He's a complete pig.
   
   Day 12.
   I wish he was gay. I've stopped wearing make-up, cleaning my teeth or
   even washing but he still keeps coming after me! Even yawning has become
   dangerous ..
   
   Day 13.
   Every time I shut my eyes, there's a sneak attack! It's like going to
   bed with a scud missile. I can hardly walk and if he tries that "Oops,
   sorry" thing again, I'll kill the bastard.
   
   Day 14.
   I've done everything to turn him off. Nothing is working. I even started
   dressing like a nun but this just seems to make him more horny. Help me.
   
   Day 15.
   I think I'll have to kill him. I'm starting to stick to everything I sit
   on. The cat and dog won't go near him and our friends don't come over
   any more. Last night I told him to go and fuck himself and he did.
   
   Day 16.
   The bastard has started to complain about headaches. I hope the bloody
   thing explodes. I did suggest he might try stopping the Viagra and going
   back on Prozac.
   
   Day 17.
   Switched the Viagra pills but it doesn't seem to have made any
   difference......Christ !!! here he comes again with Viagra.
   
   Day 18.
   He's back on Viagra. The lazy sod just sits there in front of the TV all
   day with that remote control in his hand and expects me to do everything
   for him. What absolute bliss!!.
   
   Enjoy
   
   Reply with good jokes if you know any.
   
   Thanks

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