The Bunny Is Bouncing Nearer

At Laughs Unlimited Auckland we're going to be frantic at Easter. Check our 'What's New' section on the home page for the dates we're are going to be taking a wee break.

But there's nothing stopping you making this cute little number for next to nothing!

Talk About Snail Mail ?

Ok. I heard an article on the radio about how New Zealand Post are delaying standard
mail in order to get people to use fast post as a preference. Since then I've noticed 3 items
have taken ages to get to their destination in NZ. Anyone else noticed this problem?

Many Queens in Question

Hahahahahah modern take on an old craft. Don't think our staff at Laughs Unltd Auckland
would like being replaced by these guys though hahahahaha!

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Insomniac Insight #1

I want to talk about milk. Yep milk, and why a full glass of milk is bad for you.

The reason a whole glass of milk is bad for is.....wait for it .... biscuits. Why?

Because we all like to dunk, right?.  Oh yes you do. So you get a couple of biccies out of the packet and you dunk away. Well perhaps 3 or 4 biccies. But you still have a LOT of milk left yeah? So what do you do? You dunk a few more then just maybe one or two more until the milk level is down far enough so that the biccies can't reach (damn it)!

By the time you've done all that dunking and leveling, there's only a couple of biccies left in the packet. Yeah Yeah brainiac maths smart cooky whizzes out there. I'm not talking about huge packets of biscuits. I'm talking about the 10 or 12 packs.  So you're sitting there with only a couple of biccies left in the packet. Not worth putting them back. It just takes up uneccessary room in the cupboard. So you eat em ?! And that my friends is why a WHOLE glass of milk is bad for you.....................

Discuss .........................

G x

Squinters Anonymous

'Things You See Without Your Glasses On': Picture the scene. It's early morning and you're still not quite awake. You put the kettle on and turn on your computer. Search for your glasses and can't find them ( probably because you need glasses to find em). You sit down sipping your coffee and squint at the screen. Who is this Jamal who keeps emailing me. I don't know any Jamal?? Then you find the glasses that have slipped down onto the floor and under the desk. Oh um ..... gmail.... duh!