Originally posted by lesmore49 Why can’t you hear a pterodactyl go to the bathroom?
Because the “P” is silent.
Reminds me of an old joke about a bunch of Aussie army blokes out in the middle of nowhere. One day a senior officer from HQ came to visit to see how conditions were and all that, and he brought with him his adjutant. (for those with no military background, an adjutant is a low ranking officer specifically sent along to keep the senior officers to schedule, carry the senior officers bags, and take notes).
Anywho, the senior officer wandered around the place asking questions and telling the chaps they were doing a wonderful job, and he finally got to the mess hall (well, mess tent. Actually it was a lean-to with a kitchen at one end and a couple of tables and benches). Some of the soldiers were eating lunch so the senior officer wandered across and asked how the food and general conditions were.
One scruffy little soldier stood up and said "Well sir, the grub ain't too bad but there are a few, well, "comforts" that we really miss that you could help us out with".
Senior officer looked attentive and asked for more details, and asked his adjutant to take notes. The soldier went on "Well, we're up here for six months at a time and we could do with some magazines or books to read". Senior officer turned to adjutant "write that down for me, reading material". The adjutant scribbled it down, and the soldier continued "and quite a few of us enjoy a fag or two during the day and in the evening". Senior officer nodded, turned to the adjutant and said "write that down, cigarette ration".
Senior officer then nodded to the soldier to continue, and the soldier, after looking to his mates for moral support said "Well sir, we appreciate that we are on active duty but after a hard days slog, we could really do with, well, a couple of cold ones. You know, a libation or two to allow us to unwind" The senior officer smiled to himself, turned to his adjutant and said "definitely write that down, cold refreshments".
The adjutant, who had been trying to follow the conversation and make notes, suddenly had a mental blank and asked "how do I spell that?" The soldier kindly assisted and answered "just write B.E.F.E.R".
The adjutant wrote this down, looked at it and exclaimed "But there is no 'F' in beer!" to which one of the other soldiers at the table muttered "jeez, that's what we've been trying to tell you......"