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» Site title: Gilwell Reunion » Site description: Annual event for holders of Woodbadge beads. Held at Gilwell Park, United Kingdom.
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» Site title: Jamboree On The Trail - JOTT » Site description: May 9, 2009. World-wide hiking day for all members of the Scouting family. (May 9, 2009)
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» Site title: Jamboree On The Internet » Site description: October 22-23, 2008. Connecting Scouts world-wide via the Internet. (October 22, 2008)
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» Site title: Jamboree On The Air » Site description: October, 2008. Connecting Scouts world-wide via amateur radio. (October 21, 2008)
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» Site title: African Scout Conference » Site description: September 3rd - 7th, 2007, information for the 13th Conference and 4th Africa Scout youth forum to be held in Rawanda . (September 3, 2007)
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Randomize humor
Q: What''s the difference between a bad golfer and a bad skydiver?
A: A bad golfer goes, WHACK! "Damn."
A bad skydiver goes, "Damn." WHACK!
Q: What do you call skydiving lawyers?
A: Skeet.
Q: Why don''t blind people like to sky dive?
A: Because it scares the dog.
Q: How do crazy people go through the forest?
A: They take the psycho path.
Q: How do you get holy water?
A: Boil the hell out of it.
Q: What did the fish say when it hit a concrete wall?
A: "Dam!"
Q: What do Eskimos get from sitting on the ice too long?
A: Polaroids.
Q: What do you call a boomerang that doesn''t work?
A: A stick.
Q: What do you call cheese that isn''t yours?
A: Nacho Cheese.
Q: What do you call Santa''s helpers?
A: Subordinate Clauses.
Q: What do you call four bullfighters in quicksand?
A: Quatro sinko.
Q: What do you get when you cross a snowman with a vampire?
A: Frostbite.
Q: What lies at the bottom of the ocean and twitches?
A: A nervous wreck.
Q: Where do you find a dog with no legs?
A: Right where you left him.
Q: Why do gorillas have big nostrils?
A: Because they have big fingers
Q: What kind of coffee was served on the Titanic?
A: Sanka.
Q: Why does a pilgrim''s pants always fall down?
A: Because they wear their belt buckle on their hat.
Q: How are a Texas tornado and a Tennessee divorce the same?
A: Somebody''s gonna lose a trailer.
Humor of the day
December 26, 1999
Dear Santa,
You must be surprised that I''m writing to you today, the 26th of December. Well I would very much like to clear up certain things that have occurred since the beginning of the month, when, filled with illusion, I wrote you my letter.
I asked for a bicycle, an electric train set, a pair of roller blades, and a football uniform. I destroyed my brain studying the whole year. Not only was I the first in my class, but I had the best grades in the whole school.
I''m not going to lie to you, there was no one in my entire neighborhood that behaved better than me, with my parents, my brothers, my friends, and with my neighbors. I would go on errands, and even help the elderly cross the street. There was virtually nothing within reach that I would not do for humanity.
What balls do you have leaving me a fucking yo-yo, a stupid whistle, and a pair of socks? What the fuck were you thinking you fat son of a bitch?!
That you have taken me for a sucker the whole fucking year to come out with some shit like this under the tree. As if you hadn''t fucked me enough, you gave that little faggot across the street so many toys that he can''t even walk into his house.
Don''t let me see you trying to fit your big ass down my chimney next year. I''ll fuck you up. I''ll throw rocks at those stupid reindeer and scare them away so you''ll have to walk back to the fucking North Pole, just like what I have to do now since you didn''t get me that fucking bike.
FUCK YOU SANTA. Next year you''ll find out how bad I can be, you FAT-SON-OF-A-BITCH!
Sincerely,
Little Johnny