As a very honest ex Accountant, I thought I had better post something for Richard.

A group of professional men had finished a day's hunt and were relaxing around the fire. Their hunting dogs occupied a clearing nearby. One of the men observed that it was remarkable how the dogs had acquired the traits of their owners.

The musician's dog was softly howling strains of the Moonlight sonata. The engineer's dog was using his paw to perform calculations in the dust.

The lawyer's dog was screwing all the rest.


A famous lawyer found himself at heaven's gates confronting St. Peter. He protested that it was all a mistake: he was only 49 and far too young to be dead.

"That's odd," said St. Peter, "according to the hours you've billed you're 119 years old."


Did you hear about the new microwave lawyer?
You spend eight minutes in his office and get billed as if you'd been there eight hours.


Boom boom :-)