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GILLIS FAMILY NEWS

Our Hong Kong Trip
Meagan In A Hat Katie
TootsieBoomer
The Pillsbury Dough Horse The Glamour Girls

That's Eric MacKruman in a kilt. Nice legs!
Eric and MeaganEric in the orchard

Bob and Meg

Shaun Gillis has his own home page. He's a wizard on the computer and can do just about anything. He's very IMPRESSIVE. For a look at his page you can go to:

http://www.tiac.net/users/prosser

Here's an updated list of family e-mail addresses:



The Holohan Family


What's that thing on your back, Ryan?

THE NEXT GENERATION


Here is the Goldsmith gang:


Kacie
ColinMatthew

Kathy and Larry Johannes' Offspring

Suzanne Johannes but where is Robert???
Who do we know here?

At Other Gatherings


Judy Steel (another Scotswoman), Wes Shepherd (Clan Donald) and Susan JaneEric and Susan at the Clan Donald ceilegh.

The Joke Section

#1. There was once a Scotsman and an Englishman who lived next door to each other. The Scotsman owned a hen and each morning would look in his garden and pick up one of his hen's eggs for breakfast. One day, as he looked into his garden, he saw that the hen had laid an egg in the Englishman's garden next door. He was about to go get it when the Englishman quickly picked it up. The Scotsman ran up to the Englishman and told him that the egg belonged to him because he owned the hen. The Englishman disagreed because the egg, as he pointed out, was laid on his property.

They argued back and forth for a while until finally the Scotsman said, "In my family we normally solve disputes by the following actions: I'll kick you in the groin and see how long it takes you to get back up,then you kick me in the groin and see how long it takes for me to get up...whoever gets back up the fastest, takes the egg."

The Englishman agreed to this. The Scotsman quickly put his heaviest pair of boots on. He took a few steps backward, then ran toward the Englishman and kicked as hard as he could, right between the legs. The Englishman fell to the ground, clutching his privates and howling in agony for nearly 10 minutes. Eventually, the Englishman stood up, caught his breath and said, "OK, Now it's my turn to kick you." The Scotsman let out a hardy laugh and replied...

...that's alright, you can keep the friggin' egg."

#2. Q: How can you tell which clan a Scotsman comes from?
A: You take a look under his kilt. If he's got a quarter-pounder, he's a McDonald.

#3. Prime Minister Tony Blair is being shown around a hospital. Towards the end of his visit he is shown into a ward with a number of people with no obvious signs of injury. He goes to greet the first and the chap replies:

"Fair fa' your honest sonsie face,
Great chieftain e' the puddin' race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm.
Weel are ye wordy o' a grace
As lang's my arm."

Tony, being somewhat confused (easily done) goes to the next patient and greets him.

He replies:

"Some hae meat, and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it,
But we hae meat and we can eat,
And sae the Lord be thankit."

The third patient Tony encounters starts rattling off as follows:

"Wee sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an chase thee, Wi murdering pattle!"

Tony turns to the doctor accompanying him and asks "What sort of ward this is? A mental ward?

"No," replies the doctor, "It's the Burns unit."

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