Here's one for those Aussie boys. ---------- Shirley always wanted to see Australia, so she saved her money and went off on a two-week tour. She'd only been there three days when she fell head over heels in love with a kangaroo. So she blithely disregarded the advice of her tour guide and companions, had an aboriginal priest perform the wedding ceremony, and brought her new husband back to her house in the Midwest. But she found that the course of new love was not without its problems, and in a few months she decided to consult a marriage counselor. "Frankly, in your case it's not hard to put my finger on the heart of the problem," said the counselor almost immediately. "Besides the obvious ethnic and cultural differences between you and your husband, its's clearly going to be impossible to establish genuine lines of communication with a kangaroo." "Oh that's not it all," Shirley broke in. "My husband and I communicate perfectly-except in bed. There it's nothing but hop on, hop off, hop on, hop off..." ------------