I loved this e-mail sent to me by my sister-in-law, Eve, in Tasmania.
A refuse collector is going along a street picking up the wheelie bins and emptying them into his dustcart. He goes to one house where the bin hasn't been left out, so he has a quick look for it, goes round the back of the house, but still can't see it. So, against the rules of the refuse collector's code, but in the spirit of kindness, he knocks on the door. There's no answer. Being a kindly and conscientious bloke, he knocks again - much harder. Eventually a Japanese bloke comes to the door.
"Harro" says the Japanese chappie.
"Gidday mate! Where's ya bin?" asks the collector.
"I bin on toiret" explains the Japanese bloke, a bit perplexed.
Realising the little foreign fellow had misunderstood him, the bin man smiles and tries again.
"No mate where's your dust bin?"
"I dust bin to toiret, I toll you" says the Japanese man still perplexed.
"Listen" says the collector.
"You're misunderstanding me. Where's your *wheelie bin?*
"Ok, Ok" replies the Japanese man with a sheepish grin.
"I wheelie bin havin sex wirra wife's sister.......................!