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Dunno, Personally I like watching snooker, and that is boring, but I don't listen to the commentry, that's even more boring, I think I just like seeing shiny things roll around a big green table.

Snooker is cool, seeing the pros cane their opposition, by beating them, without letting their opponent score

What's a snooker?

billiard show... you should have gotten the hint from sam saying he liked to see shiny balls rolling around on a big green table....
:D
well I guess snooker is billiard, thats the first thing I thought of when I read sams post.. i have never watched snooker..

Snooker's Kind of like Billiards, I'm not sure exactly how to play billiards but I think Snooker has a lot mor balls.

Assuming you're familiar with Snooker, Pool or Billiards, It's basicly the same but with snooker the tables about the size of a double bed but a bit longer, there's 15 red balls and 6 coloured balls (and a cue ball) you have to pot a red ball, then a colour (the colour is put back on the Table after you pot it but the red stays down) then you try for a red, then a colour etc. You keep doing this until you miss, then it's the other guys go and he does the same thing, you get one point for a red and more points for a colour depending on what colour it is, when all the reds are gone the colours are potted in order and the person with the most points at the end wins the game.

That's the briefest of brief explanations of snooker, It's great to watch but can be frustrating to play (The Table is huge and the pockets are Tiny)

I haven't heard of it (form North America). It is mainly a European game? I've heard of Pool though.

no, i play it in aus

I have played "biljard" but i haven't tried pool or snooker, and I wasn't that good either, I nocked down the 8 ball

A big-time negotiator was out fishing one day when he caught
a strange looking fish. He reeled the fish in, unhooked it,
and threw it on the ground next to him. The fish started
writhing in agony and, to the negotiator's surprise, said,
"Please throw me back into the lake and I'll grant you three
wishes."

"Any three wishes, huh?" the negotiator mused as visions of
expensive fast cars and beautiful women paraded through his
head.

"Fish," he finally exclaimed, "Give me five wishes and I'll
throw you back."

"Sorry," the fish answered while struggling for breath, "only
three wishes."

The negotiator's pride was at stake and after giving the
matter some thought he announced, "What do you take me for? A
sucker? I'll settle for four wishes."

"Only three," the fish murmured weakly.

Fuming, the man debated the pros and cons of accepting the
three wishes or continuing to bargain for that one extra
wish. Finally, the negotiator decided it wasn't worth looking
a gift fish in the mouth and said "All right fish, you win,
three wishes."

Unfortunately, the fish was dead.

"Mr. Clark, I'm afraid I have bad news," the doctor told his
anxious patient. "You only have six months to live."

The man sat in stunned silence for the next several minutes.
Regaining his composure, he apologetically told his physician
that he had no medical insurance. "I can't possibly pay you
in that time."

"Okay," the doctor said, "let's make it nine months."

man i laughed at some of these, wow funny stuff!

ok ill post some

3 men a blonde haired, brown haired and red haired guys worked on a skyrise building and had there lunches packed. All of them married, at lunch the brown haired man had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich... "I am sick of these if I have one tommorrow I am jumping!" The red head had a ham and cheese sandwhich... "I am sick of these if I have one tommorrow I am jumping!" The blonde had a bacon egg and cheese sandwhich... "I am sick of these if I have one tommorrow I am jumping!".

So the next day at lunch time, the brown haired man opened up his lunch and there it was a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich... he jumped. Then the red head again had a ham and cheese sandwhich... he jumped. Then the blonde had the same bacon egg and cheese sandwhich... he jumped.

Then at the funeral the wifes were asked what happened... "Why did your brown haired husband jump?", the wife responded, "well *sob* I packed him the wrong sandwhich"... Then to the other wife "Why did your red haired husband jump?", the wife responded, "well *sob* I packed him the wrong sandwhich"... Then to the blonde wife "Why did your red haired husband jump?" the wife responded, "I dont know, cause he packs his own lunch...!"