Always of interest to prog lovers everywhere. It turns out that a branch of Mankind were once a bunch of 'Hobbit-like' creatures.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/sci/tech/3948165.stm - http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/sci/tech/3948165.stm

Now, where's my pipeweed?

It wasn't all that long ago - 18,000 years is but a blip in the history of this planet. Many of the reports I've read speculate that this branch could have lived until as recently as the 16th century - or, in one extreme case, that they might still be alive. Of course, I dispute that - how could a skeleton be alive...?

Tolkein was right! The battle for middle earth rages even as we speak...

However, at that height aren't they more like kneebangers than headbangers?

It's my personal theory that this is the hitherto fabled "Oomagoolie" tribe - the only piece of evidence missing is local thistle height. If the thistles on that island grow to 50cm, then my suspicions are confimed...

Velvetclown wrote: Kneebangers it is then  There is more money being spent on breast implants and Viagra than Alzheimer's research. This means that by 2020, there should be a large elderly population with perky boobs and erections and no recollection of what to do with them.

 Or no recollection of what you did to them, you naughty clown.... 

The Queen of England was visiting one of Canada's top hospitals, and during her tour of the floors, she passed a room where a male patient was masturbating.

"Oh my God," said the Queen”, that’s disgraceful! What is the meaning of this?"

The Doctor leading the tour explains, "I am sorry Your Majesty, but this man has a very serious condition where the testicles rapidly fill with semen. If he doesn't do that five times a day, they'll explode, and he would die instantly."

"Oh, I am sorry," said the Queen.

On the next floor, they passed a room where a young nurse was giving a patient a b-job.

"Oh my God," said the Queen, "What's happening in there?"

The Doctor: "Same problem, better health plan”.

 Velvet for the joke and Cert for the term 'Kneebanger'. 

A bloke goes to the doctor and says, "I got this sex problem, doc". "Well", says the quack, "Tell me about your average day". "Well, it all starts in the middle of the night. My wife always wakes me up about 3:00 am for nookie and then again about 5 o'clock so we can spend a couple of hours making love before I go to work".

"Oh I see", said the doc. "No, hang on", said the man,"...you see, when I get on the train to work I meet this girl every day and we get a compartment to ourselves and have sex all the way there".

"Oh....now I see", said the quack. "No you don't", said our hero. "When I get to work my secretary really fancies me and I have to give her one in the storeroom".

"Oh....now I see", said the quack. "No no no", he said. "When I go to lunch I meet this dinner lady I'm very fond of and we nip out the back for a quickie".

"Now I understand", said the patient doctor. "No, hang on", said the bloke. "When I get back to work in the afternoon my boss, a very demanding lady I might add, has to have me or she says she'll give me the sack".

Ahh....", said the doctor, "now I see..". "No, there's more", said our man, "when I get home my wife is so pleased to see me she gives me a b-job before dinner and then we have sex afterwards".

Velvetclown wrote: Well I´m not too sure about that, they are cruel in this place , they force you to make at least one poll per week, or else yer out of here

Is she nice looking this poll.I never got to make out with her when I was naughty

There are numerous Polls, You've had to have them all, to fully apreciate them.

Pollsh girls are easy, so you must have done something to upset them.