Termites eat piles of cash

[Megan]

India bank termites eat piles of cash

The termites are believed to have developed an expensive taste for money Continue reading the main story

Staff at an Indian bank have been blamed for allowing termites to eat their way through banknotes worth millions of rupees.

Staff at the bank, in the state of Uttar Pradesh, are reported to have been found guilty of "laxity".

The insects are believed to have chewed their way through notes worth some 10 million rupees ($225,000/£137,000).

A similar incident happened in 2008, when termites in Bihar state ate a trader's savings stored in his bank.


http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-south-asia-13194864

[Sorrano]

It must have been good curr(y)ency!

[Megan]

It must have been good curr(y)ency!

Yes,very good, I like that!

[Michael]

Damn! I've must have termites in my wallet!

[Joy]

Did you hear the one about The barman throwing the termite out, saying 'We don't serve druggies like you here.'

The termite says 'What do you mean, I'm not a druggie'

Says the barman, 'What about the barbituate?'

[Sorrano]

Did you hear the one about The barman throwing the termite out, saying 'We don't serve druggies like you here.'

The termite says 'What do you mean, I'm not a druggie'

Says the barman, 'What about the barbituate?'

I'm slow today! That took me a minute.

[Megan]

I'm slow today! That took me a minute.

Yes, it's a bit like , I don't like your 'attitude.
Who'se chewed yer hat then?

[susanwen]

The Termite, by Ogden Nash

Some primal termite knocked on wood
And tasted it, and found it good.
And that is why your Cousin May
Fell through the parlor floor today.

[Sorrano]

Slightly off topic, but that reminded me of another poem by Ogden Nash:

The Fly

God, in His Wisdom, made the fly.
Then forgot to tell us why.

[Joy]

I'm slow today! That took me a minute.

You're forgiven!

[Michael]

Off track again, but:

Why can't you get painkillers in the jungle?

Because the parrots eat 'em all.


(Read it aloud.)

[Michael]

Slightly off topic, but that reminded me of another poem by Ogden Nash:

The Fly

God, in His Wisdom, made the fly.
Then forgot to tell us why.

(I missed this the last time I looked.)