TOM'S CORNER

 

FOOD FOR THOUGHT AND OTHER THINGS

 

A man decides he needs a drink in a bar on his way home from work. The place is dimly lit and seedy, but he takes a seat at the bar and orders a beer.

“You wanna hear a blonde joke?” he calls to the barman.

He becomes aware of someone approaching from along the bar. She is a striking blonde woman close on 6 feet tall.

“I’m a blonde,” she says. “I’m 5’11” and an Olympic kick-boxing champion.”

She moves aside slightly so he can see the blonde’s companion.

“She’s also a blonde,” the woman continues. “She’s about an inch taller than me and she’s a world record holder in weight lifting. Our friend…” the second woman allows a view of a third woman “is also blonde and 6 feet and is a championship boxer.

“Now do you still want to tell a blonde joke?”

The guy looks at all three.

“Not if I’ve got to explain it three times.”

 


Tom retired in his early 50's and started a second career. However, even though he loved his new job, he just couldn't seem to get to work on time. Every day, he was 5, 10, 15 minutes late.  Finally, one day, his boss called him into the office for a talk. 

"Tom, I must tell you, I truly like your work ethic, you do a bang-up job, but being late for work nearly every day is quite annoying to me as well as your fellow workers." 

Tom replied, "Yes, sir, I know. I'm sorry, but I am working on  it." 

"That's what I like to hear," his boss said. "However, the fact that you  consistently come to work late does puzzle me because I understand that you retired from the United States Marine Corps, and they have some pretty rigid rules about tardiness.  Isn't that correct?" 

"Yes. I did retire from the Marine Corps, and I'm mighty proud of it!" said Tom. 

"Well, what did they say when you came in late?" asked his boss. 

"They said, 'Good morning, General'."


 

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One afternoon a member of Congress was riding in his limousine when he saw two men along the road side eating grass.
Disturbed, he ordered his driver to stop and he got out to investigate..
He asked one man, “Why are you eating grass?”
"We don't have any money for food," the poor man replied. "We have to eat grass."
"Well, then you can come with me to my house and I'll feed you,” the congressman said.
"But sir, I have a wife and two children with me. They are over there, under that tree."
"Bring them along," the congressman replied.
Turning to the other poor man he stated, "You come with us also."
The second man, in a pitiful voice, then said, "But sir, I also have a wife and six children with me!"
"Bring them all, as well," the congressman answered.
They entered the car, which was no easy task, even for a car as large as the limousine was.
Once underway, one of the poor fellows turned to the congressman and said, "Sir, you are too kind. Thank you for taking all of us with you."
The congressman replied, "Glad to do it. You'll really love my place. The grass is almost a foot high ''

 

A guy goes into a bar and orders five double whiskies, "Just line 'em up, one after the other," he says. The barman does this and watches as the guy starts to knock back the whiskies, one by one, with hardly a break in between. "Same again," he orders and starts on the second lot. "Hey," says the barman, "You're hitting it hard and fast!"

"You would too, if you had what I have."

"Why, what have you got?"

"About a dollar sixty five."

 

A couple just got married and on the night of their honeymoon before passionate love, the wife tells the husband, "Please be gentle, I'm still a virgin." The husband being shocked, replied, "How's this possible? You've been married three times before." The wife responds, "Well, my first husband was a gynecologist and all he wanted to do was look at it. My second husband was a psychiatrist and all he wanted to do was talk about it. Finally, my third husband was a stamp collector and all he wanted to do was...oh, do I miss him!"


The newlyweds are in their honeymoon room and the groom decides to let the bride know where she stands right from the start of the marriage. He proceeds to take off his trousers and throw them at her. He says, "Put those on."
The bride replies, "I can't wear your trousers."
He replies, "And don't forget that! I will always wear the pants in the family!"
The bride takes off her panties and throws them at him with the same request, "Try those on!"
He replies,"I can't get into your panties!"
"And you never will if you don't change your attitude."


A dirty looking hobo goes into a bar and orders a drink. The bartender says, "No way, pal. I don't think you can pay for it."
"You're right," the guy says. "I don't have any money, but if I show you something you haven't seen before, will you give me a drink?"
"You have a deal, my friend," says the bartender.
The guy reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a hamster. He puts the hamster on the bar and it runs to the end of the bar, down the side of the bar, across the room, up the piano, onto the keyboard and starts playing Gershwin music. The hamster can really play...
"You're right... I've never seen anything like that before," says the bartender. "That hamster is really gifted."
The guy downs the drink and asks the bartender for another. "Will that be cash or another miracle, pal?" asks the bartender.
"Watch this," replies the guy. Again, he reaches into his coat again and pulls out a frog. He puts the frog onto the bar, and the frog starts to sing. The frog has a marvellous voice and great pitch. A fine singer. A stranger from the other end of the bar runs over to the guy and offers him $300 for the frog.
"It's a deal," says the guy. He takes the three hundred and gives the stranger the frog. The stranger runs out of the bar.
"Are you some kind of nut?" asks the bartender. "You sold a singing frog for $300? It could have been worth millions. You must be crazy."
"Not so," says the guy. "The hamster is a ventriloquist."


A guy takes his seat on an airliner for a long haul flight. He finds that he is sitting next to a little girl who is travelling alone. He says to her, "I know you're not supposed to talk to strangers but this is a long flight and time will pass quicker if we hold a conversation." She thinks for a moment and then replies, "Okay, mister, but what do we talk about?"

"Why, anything," he says, "How about nuclear physics? That's interesting."

"Okay, mister, but first I want to know about grass."

"What about grass?"

"Rabbits eat it, cows eat it and horses eat it. It's the same grass going in but when it comes out of the rabbit it's in little pellets, while cows plop it out in soft patties, and horses turn it into lumps of processed grass, why is that?"

The man replies, "That's a very good question and I'm afraid I have no idea why that is."

She looks at him with concern and says, "Do you really want to discuss nuclear physics with me, because you don't know shit!"

 

Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson go on a camping trip. After a good dinner and a bottle or two of wine they retire for the night and go to sleep. Some hours later, Holmes wakes up and nudges his faithful friend. "Watson, look up at the sky and tell me what you see."
"I see millions of stars, Holmes," replies Watson.
"And what do you deduce from that?"
Watson ponders for a minute, then says, "Well, astronomically, it tells me that there are hundreds of thousands of galaxies and potentially millions of planets. Astrologically, I observe that Saturn is in Leo. Horologically, I deduce that the time is approximately a quarter past three. Meteorologically, I think it will be a nice day today. Theologically, I can see that God is all powerful and that we are a small and insignificant part of His great universe. What does it tell you Holmes?"
Holmes is silent for a moment. "Watson, you blithering idiot! Someone has stolen our tent!" 

Apple have just announced a new version of the I-Pod. This microchip device can hold 200 hours of music and is implanted under the skin of a woman's breast. The "I-Tit" will retail at $499. Women's groups are enthusiastic about the new device because for years women have complained that men only ever look at their breasts and never listen to them.


A Blonde takes her seat on the plane for a long air journey. She’s tired and looking forward to getting some sleep on the trip. She has a window seat and is just adjusting her little airline pillow when a smartly dressed businessman sits down next to her. He announces that he finds air travel to be very boring, but not to worry as he has a super game to pass the time. It’s a quiz. The rules are, he asks her a question and, if she cannot answer it, she has to give him $5, then she gets to ask him a question and, if he cannot answer it, he has to give her $250, however, he may use his laptop computer and can phone a friend.

 

“Okay,” sighs the Blonde, "Just one go and then I’m going to get some sleep." 

 So the guy asks her, “Who is the Foreign Minister of Bolivia?” She doesn't know, so she hands him five bucks.

It’s her turn now, so she asks, “What goes up a hill with three legs, but comes down with four?” With that she turns back to her pillow and goes to sleep.

 

Well the guy hasn’t got a clue. He is completely stumped. He uses his laptop to search the Net, no joy. He uses the air-phone to call his pals, no one knows the answer. After two hours he gives in. He nudges the Blonde awake and hands her the two fifty. She says, “Thanks,” and puts the cash into her purse before going back to sleep. But the guy wants to know the answer, so he shakes her awake and says, “Just what the Hell does go up a hill with three legs, but comes down with four?” The Blonde looks at him, shrugs her shoulders, opens her purse and hands him a five dollar bill.

 

 

The next time you hear a politician use the word "billion" in a casual
 manner, think about whether you want the "politicians" spending YOUR tax money.  A billion is a difficult number to comprehend, but one advertising agency did a good job of putting that figure into some perspective in one of its releases.
 
A. A billion seconds ago it was 1959.
 
 B. A billion minutes ago Jesus was alive.
 
 C. A billion hours ago our ancestors were living in the Stone Age.
 
 D. A billion days ago no-one walked on the earth on two feet.
 
 E.  A billion dollars ago was only 8 hours and 20 minutes, at the rate
 our government is spending it. While this thought is still fresh in our brain, let's take a look at New Orleans It's amazing what you can learn with some simple division
 
 Louisiana Senator, Mary Landrieu (D), is presently asking the Congress
 for $250 BILLION to rebuild New Orleans.  Interesting number, what does it mean?
 
 A. Well, if you are one of 484,674 residents of New Orleans (every man, woman, child), you each get $516,528.
 
 B. Or, if you have one of the 188,251 homes in New Orleans , your home
 gets $1,329,787.
 
 C. Or, if you are a family of four, your family gets $2,066,012.
 
 Washington, D.C .. HELLO!!! ... Are all your calculators broken??
Tax his land,
 Tax his wage,
 Tax his bed in which he lays.
 Tax his tractor,
 Tax his mule,
 Teach him taxes is the rule.
 Tax his c ow,
 Tax his goat,
 Tax his pants,
 Tax his coat.
 
 Tax his ties,
 Tax his shirts,
 Tax his work,
 Tax his dirt.
 
 Tax his tobacco,
 Tax his drink,
 Tax him if he tries to think.
 
 Tax his booze,
 Tax his beers,
 If he cries,
 Tax his tears.
 
 Tax his bills,
 Tax his gas,
 Tax his notes,
 Tax his cash.
 
 Tax him good and let him know
 That after taxes, he has no dough.
 
 If he hollers,
 Tax him more,
 Tax hi m! until h e's good and sore.
 
 Tax his coffin,
 Tax his grave,
 Tax the sod in which he lays.
 Put these words upon his tomb,
 "Taxes drove me to my doom!"
 
 And when he's gone,
 We won't relax,
 We'll still be after the inheritance TAX!!

One  evening the old farmer decided to go down to the pond, as he

hadn't  been there for a while, and look it over. He grabbed a

five-gallon bucket to  bring back some fruit.

As he  neared the pond, he heard voices shouting and laughing  with

glee. As  he came closer, he saw it was a bunch of young women

skinny-dipping in his  pond. He made the women aware of his

presence  and they all went to the deep end. One of the women

shouted  to him, "We're not coming out until you leave!"

The old  man frowned, "I didn't come down here to watch you

ladies  swim naked or make you get out of the pond naked."

Holding  the bucket up he said, "I'm here to feed the gator."

Some old  men can still think pretty  fast.


 

A man boards an airplane, and takes his seat. As he settles in, he glances up and sees the most beautiful woman boarding the plane. He soon realizes she is heading straight towards his seat. A wave of nervous anticipation washes over him. Lo and behold, she takes the seat right beside his. Anxious to strike up a conversation, he blurts out, "So where are you flying to today?"
 
She turns and smiles, and says, "To the annual Nymphomaniac Convention, in Chicago."
 
He swallows hard, and is instantly CRAZED with excitement. Here's the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen, sitting RIGHT next to him, and she's going to a meeting of nymphomaniacs. Struggling to maintain his outward cool, he calmly asks, "And what's your role at this convention?"
 
She flips her hair back, turns to him, locks onto his eyes and says, "Well, I try to debunk some of the popular myths about sexuality."
 
"Really" he says, swallowing hard. "And what myths are those?"
 
She explains, "Well, one popular myth is that African American men are the most well-endowed when, in fact, it is the Native American Indian who is most likely to possess this trait. Another popular myth is that Frenchmen are the best lovers, when actually it is men of Jewish descent who romance women best, on average."
 
"Very interesting," the man responds.
 
Suddenly, the woman becomes very embarrassed, and blushes. "I'm sorry," she says, "I feel so awkward discussing this with you, and I don't even know your name."
 
The man extends his hand and replies, "Tonto... Tonto Goldstein."

THE HUSBAND STORE
>
> A store that sells new husbands has just opened in Boston , where a woman may
> go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a
> description of how the store operates:
>
> You may visit this store ONLY ONCE! There are six floors and the value of the
> product increase as the shopper ascends the flights. The shopper may choose any
> item from a particular floor, or may choose to go up to the next floor, but you
> cannot go back down except to exit the building!
>
> So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband. On the first floor
> the sign on the door reads:
>
> Floor 1 - These men Have Jobs.
>
> The second floor sign reads:
>
> Floor 2 - These men Have Jobs and Love Kids.
>
> The third floor sign reads:
>
> Floor 3 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, and are Extremely Good Looking.
>
> "Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.
>
> She goes to the fourth floor and the sign reads:
>
> Floor 4 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Good Looking and Help
> with Housework.
>
> "Oh, mercy me!" she exclaims, "I can hardly stand it!"
>
> Still, she goes to the fifth floor and the sign reads:
>
> Floor 5 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Gorgeous, Help with
> Housework, and Have a Strong Romantic Personality.
>
> She is so tempted to stay, but she goes on to the sixth floor and the sign
> reads:
>
> Floor 6 - You are visitor 31,456,012 to this Floor. There are no men on this
> floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please.
> Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store.
>
> To avoid gender bias charges, the store's owner also opened a NEW WIVES STORE
> just across the street.
>
> The first floor has wives that love sex.
>
> The second floor has wives that love sex and have money.
>
> The third through sixth floors have never been visited.


A good looking man walked into an agent's office in Hollywood & said "I want to be a movie star".
Tall, handsome & with experience on Broadway he had the credentials.
"What’s your name?" asked the agent
The guy said "my name is Penis van Lesbian"
The agent said "Sir I hate to tell you but in order to get into Hollywood you will have to change your name"
"absolutely not, the van Lesbian name is centuries old, I will not disrespect my grandfather" says the man
"sir I have worked in Hollywood for years, you will not go far with a name like that"
"so be it , we will not do business together" and stormed out of the office.

Five years later the agent receives a cheque for $50,000.
A letter with it read:-
Five years ago I came into your office wanting to become an actor in Hollywood. You told me I needed to change my name and I refused. After I left your office I thought about what you said and decided you were right. I changed my name and have had massive success in Hollywood. I would never have made it without your advice; so this is a token of my appreciation.
Sincerely yours

Dick Van Dyke


A guy leaves the airport terminal and gets into a taxi.
"47 East Hudson Street, please," he says.
The taxi driver turns and says, "Of course Sir, but I have to tell you that this is my first day driving taxis and I'm not too sure of the way, do you mind helping me?"
"No problem, " says the passenger.
The taxi driver sets off in the right direction and as they come up to a junction the passenger leans forward and taps the driver on the shoulder. The driver jumps up in his seat and screams as if the very Devil were after him. Quickly regaining composure he says, "Should I turn here?"
"Yes," replies the shaken  passenger, "Turn right."
The driver does so, but at the next junction, when he taps the driver's shoulder, once again there is a blood curdling scream, before he can say, "Left here."
This happens at every junction until the passenger finally asks, "Why do you scream every time that I tap your shoulder?"
"Well Sir," he explained, "I told you this was my first day in the job; for the last thirty years I've been driving a hearse!"
 
 
A Different Christmas Poem
 
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the
sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.

A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"

For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night." "It's my duty to stand at the
front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.

Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."

"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
 

A young guy from Minnesota moves to Florida and goes to a big "everything
Under one roof" department store looking for a job. The manager says, "Do
You have any sales experience?"

The kid says "Yeah. I was a salesman back in Minnesota."

Well, the boss liked the kid and gave him the job. "You start tomorrow. I'll
Come down after we close and see how you did."

His first day on the job was rough, but he got through it. After the store
Was locked up, the boss came to see him. "How many customers bought
Something from you today?

The kid says "One".

The boss says "Just one? Our sales people average 20 to 30 customers a day.
How much was the sale for?"

The kid says, "$101,237.65".

The boss says, "$101,237.65? What the heck did you sell him?"

The kid says, "First, I sold him a small fish hook. Then I sold him a medium
Fishhook. Then I sold him a larger fishhook. Then I sold him a new fishing
Rod. Then I asked him where he was going fishing and he said down the coast,
So I told him he was going to need a boat, so we went down to the boat
Department and I sold him a twin engine Chris Craft. Then he said he didn't
Think his Honda Civic would pull it, so I took him down to the automotive
Department and sold him that 4x4 Expedition."

The boss said "A guy came in here to buy a fish hook and you sold him a BOAT
And a TRUCK? Is that right?"

The kid answered, "No, the guy came in here to buy Tampons for his wife, and
I said, 'Dude, your weekend's shot; you should go fishing.'
 


A guy lands in Boston, gets in a cab, and realizing it's a great seafood town, asks the cabbie, "Know where a fellah can get scrod around here?"
The cabbie says, "Yeah, but I never heard anyone ask in the pluperfect subjunctive before..."

 

TO ALL MEN
 
There is a new scam aimed at the male motorist that you need to be aware of.
 
You may be sat in the car park at Wal-Mart and be approached by two nubile young ladies, wearing short skirts and skimpy tee-shirts. They will offer to wash for windshield for free, if you don't mind them using their tee-shirts. All they will ask in  return is a ride into town. They will both sit in the back and once the vehicle is moving they will strip off their clothes and start to play with each other. Then one of them will slip over into the front passenger seat and play with you. While she is doing this the other one will steal you cash!
 
This is not SPAM, this is a genuine alert, I know because they did it to me last Thursday, Friday, twice Saturday, Monday and today!

 

WHEN YOU ARE IN DEEP SHIT, LOOK STRAIGHT AHEAD, KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT & SAY NOTHING!!!
 


An atheist is out for a walk in the woods when he is attacked by a bear! The bear runs him down and grabs him with his left paw while raising his right paw for the death blow. The atheist screams out "Oh please God help me!"
 
There is a flash of lightning and a mighty clap of thunder and all is suddenly still, the bear is frozen in his attack. The voice of God booms out into the silence, "Why should I save an atheist?"
 
The atheist replies, "Well I guess I would be pushing my luck if I were to say that, if you save me, I'll become a Christian."
 
"You sure would be", said God, "I think I'll have to let the bear eat you, you have left it far too late to sign on now."
 
"See you point", say the atheist, "but how about you make the bear a Christian?"
 
"That's a good idea!" says God. There is another flash of lightning and another mighty clap of thunder and things start to move again. The bear grabs the atheist and says, "Lord for what we are about to receive, make us truly thankful."

 

A woman took a very limp duck into a vet's.  As she lay her pet on the
table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird's
chest.
 
After a moment or two, the vet shook his head sadly and said, "I'm so
sorry, your Duck, Cuddles, has passed away."
 
The distressed owner wailed, "Are you sure?"
 
"Yes, I am sure. The duck is dead," he replied.
 
"How can you be so sure," she protested. "I mean, you haven't done any
testing on him or anything.  He might just be in a coma or something."
 
The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room, and returned a
few moments later with a black Labrador Retriever.
 
As the duck's owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind
legs,
put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from
top to bottom.   He then looked at the vet with sad eyes and shook his
head.
 
The vet patted the dog and took it out, and returned a few moments later
with a cat.
 
The cat jumped up on the table and also sniffed delicately at the bird
from
head to foot. The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed
softly and strolled out of the room.
 
The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is
most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck."
 
Then the vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and
produced a bill, which he handed to the woman.
 
The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill.
 
"£150!" she cried, "£150 just to tell me my duck is dead!!"
 
The vet shrugged. "I'm sorry. If you'd taken my word for it, the bill
would have been £20 but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it's now
£150.00."

 

My Dear Wife, 

 

You will surely understand that I have certain needs that your 54 year old body can no longer supply.  I am very happy with you and I value you as a good wife. Therefore after reading this letter, I hope that you will not wrongly interpret the fact that I will be spending the evening with my 18 year old secretary at the Comfort Inn Hotel.

 

Please don't be perturbed, I shall be back before midnight.

 

Your loving husband

 

When he came home he found the following letter on the dining room table:

 

My Dear Husband,

 

I received your letter and thank you for your honesty.

 

I would like to take this opportunity to remind you that you are also 54 years old. At the same time I would like to inform you that while you read this, I will be at the Hotel Fiesta with Michael, my tennis coach who, like your secretary, is also 18 years old.   As a successful businessman and with your excellent knowledge of math, you will understand that!  We are in the same situation, although with one small difference: 18 goes into 54 a lot more times than 54 goes into 18. Therefore, I will not be back before lunchtime tomorrow.

 

Your loving wife


A very respected Captain in the Foreign Legion was transferred to a remote desert outpost. On his orientation tour he noticed a very old seedy looking camel tied out behind the enlisted men's barracks. He asked the Sergeant leading the tour, "Why is a camel tied to the barracks?" The Sergeant replied, "Well sir, it's a long way from anywhere, and the men have natural sexual urges, so when they do ... uh ... we have the camel ready for them.”

The Captain said, "Well, I suppose if it's good for morale, then I guess it's all right with me”. After he had been stationed at the fort for six long, lonely months, the Captain simply couldn't control his sexual angst any longer. He barked to his Sergeant: "BRING THE CAMEL INTO MY TENT!”

The Sergeant shrugged his shoulders, looked at the other men, and lead the camel into the Captain's quarters. Within a few minutes, the Captain emerged from his tent, fastening his trousers, almost beaming with pride.

"So, Sergeant, is that how the enlisted men do it?" he asked.
The Sergeant replied, "Well, sir, usually they just use it to ride into town."


A farmer buys several sheep, hoping to breed them for wool.

After several weeks, he notices that none of the sheep are getting
pregnant, and phones a vet for help.
 
The vet tells him that he should try artificial insemination. The farmer
doesn't have the slightest idea what this means but, not wanting to
display his ignorance, only asks the vet how he will know when the sheep
are pregnant.
 
The vet tells him that they will stop standing around and instead will
lie down and wallow in grass when they are pregnant.
 
The man hangs up and gives it some thought. He comes to the conclusion
that artificial insemination means he has to impregnate the sheep
himself. So, he loads the sheep into his Land Rover, drives them out
into the woods, has sex with them all, brings them back, and goes to
bed.
 
Next morning, he wakes and looks out at the sheep.
Seeing that they are all still standing around, he deduces that the
first try didn't take, and loads them in the Land Rover again. He drives
them out to the woods, bangs each sheep twice for good measure, brings
them back, and
goes to bed exhausted.
 
Next morning, he wakes to find the sheep still just standing round.
 
"Try again," he tells himself, and proceeds to load them up, and drive
them  out to the woods. He spends all day banging the sheep and upon
returning  home falls listlessly into bed.
 
The next morning, he cannot even raise himself from the bed to look out
of the window.   He asks his wife to look, and tell him if the sheep are
lying in the grass.
 
"No," she says, "they're all in the Land Rover, and one of them is
tooting the horn".

An Irishman is drinking in a New York bar when he gets a call on his cell phone. He hangs up, grinning from ear to ear, and orders a round of drinks for everybody in the bar because, he announces, his wife has just produced a typical Irish baby boy weighing 25 pounds! Nobody can believe that any new baby can weigh in at 25 pounds, but the Irishman just shrugs, "That's about average in Ireland, folks... like I said, my boy's a typical Irish baby boy."

Congratulations showered him from all around, and many exclamations of "WOW"! were heard. One woman actually fainted due to sympathy pains.

Two weeks later the Irishman returns to the bar.

The bartender says, "Say, you're the father of that typical

Irish baby that weighed 25 pounds at birth, aren't you? Everybody's been making bets about how big he'd be in two weeks. We were gonna call you....... so how much does he weigh now?"

The proud father answers, "Seventeen pounds."

The bartender is puzzled, and concerned. "What happened? He already weighed 25 pounds the day he was born."

The Irish father takes a slow swig from his Guinness, wipes his lips on his shirt sleeve, leans into the bartender and proudly says, "Had him circumcised."


An Irish daughter had not been home for over 5 years. Upon her return,
her father cussed her.
 
"Where have ye been all this time? Why did ye not write to us, not even
a line? Why didn't ye call?
Can ye not understand what ye put yer old mum thru?
 
The girl, crying, replied, "Sniff, sniff....dad....I became a
prostitute...."
 
"Ye what!!? Out of here, ye shameless harlot!
Sinner! You're a disgrace to this family."
 
"OK, dad-- as ye wish. I just came back to give mum this luxurious fur
coat, title deed to a ten bedroom mansion plus a savings certificate
for $5 million.
 
"For me little brother, this gold Rolex and for ye daddy, the sparkling
new Mercedes limited edition convertible that's parked outside plus a
membership to the country club....(takes a breath)....and an  invitation
for ye all to spend New Years Eve on board my new yacht in the Riviera,
and...."
 
"Now what was it ye said ye had become?" says dad.
Girl, crying again, "Sniff, sniff....a prostitute dad! Sniff, sniff."
 
"Oh! Be Jesus! Ye scared me half to death, girl! I thought ye said a
Protestant'. Come here and give yer old man a hug!"

The neighborhood postman was retiring after 25 years.  On his last day of delivering mail, all of the people on his route left him something in the mail box in honor of his retirement.  Some left money, some left small gifts, and some met him at the door and invited him in for a meal.  This went on all through the neighborhood.   As he proceeded through his route, the gifts got better and better.   One house even gave him a gold watch!

He was so satisfied, but the last house paled in comparison.   As he was putting the mail in the mailbox, the door opened, and the woman of the house stood there in beautiful black bra, panties, stockings and high heels.  She invited him inside.   He knew that this woman's husband was a truck driver and was away, so he went inside.   She proceeded to give him the day and night of his life.

The next morning he woke up to find she was bringing him breakfast in bed.    He found a dollar bill under his plate as he ate and asked her about it.

 

She explained, "When I called my husband to ask him what we should give you for your retirement, he said, 'Screw him; give him a dollar.'   Breakfast was my idea."


Have you ever been this tired?             

 




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A bloke walks into a bar with a pet crocodile by his side. He puts the crocodile up on the bar. He turns to the astonished patrons. "I'll make you all a deal. I'll open this crocodile's mouth and place my pecker inside. Then the croc will close his mouth for one minute. He'll then open his mouth and I'll remove my pecker unscathed. In return for witnessing this spectacle, each of you will buy me a drink." The crowd murmured their approval.

The man stood up on the bar, dropped his trousers, and placed his pecker in the crocodile's open mouth. The croc closed his mouth as the crowd gasped. After a minute, the man grabbed a beer bottle and rapped the crocodile hard on the top of its head. The croc opened his mouth and the man removed his unit - unscathed as promised. The crowd cheered and the first of his free drinks was delivered.

The man stood up again. "I'll make you another offer. I'll pay $100 to anyone who's willing to give this a try". A hush fell over the crowd. After a while, a hand went up in the back of the bar. A timid young man spoke up. "I'll try, but only if you promise not to hit me on the head with the beer bottle".

 


A couple made a deal that whoever died first would come back and inform the other of the after life. The woman's biggest fear was that there was no heaven. After a long life the husband was the first to go and true to his word he made contact.

"Mary... Mary.... "

"Is that you Fred?"

"Yes, I have come back like we agreed."

"What is it like?"

"Well, I get up in the morning, I have sex, I have breakfast, I have sex, I bathe in the sun, then I have sex-twice, I have lunch, then sex pretty much all afternoon-supper-then sex till late at night, sleep then start all over again."

"Oh Fred you surely must be in heaven."

"Hell no, I'm a rabbit in Kansas."
 


 

A Frightening Analysis

We all know Dick Lamm as the former Governor of Colorado. In that context his thoughts are particularly poignant. Last week there was an immigration-overpopulation conference in Washington, DC, filled to capacity by many of American's finest minds and leaders. A brilliant college professor named Victor Hansen Davis talked about his latest book, "Mexifornia," explaining how immigration — both legal and illegal — was destroying the entire state of California. He said it would march across the country until it destroyed all vestiges of The American Dream.

Moments later, former Colorado Governor Richard D. Lamm stood up and gave a stunning speech on how to destroy America. The audience sat spellbound as he described eight methods for the destruction of the United States. He said, "If you believe that America is too smug, too self-satisfied, too rich, then let's destroy America. It is not that hard to do. No nation in history has survived the ravages of time. Arnold Toynbee observed that all great civilizations rise and fall and that 'An autopsy of history would show that all great nations commit suicide.'"

"Here is how they do it," Lamm said: First to destroy America, "Turn America into a bilingual or multi-lingual and bicultural country. History shows that no nation can survive the tension, conflict, and antagonism of two or more competing languages and cultures. It is a blessing for an individual to be bilingual; however, it is a curse for a society to be bilingual. The historical scholar Seymour Lipset put it this way: 'The histories of bilingual and bi-cultural societies that do not assimilate are histories of turmoil, tension, and tragedy. Canada, Belgium, Malaysia, Lebanon all face crises of national existence in which minorities press for autonomy, if not independence. Pakistan and Cyprus have divided. Nigeria suppressed an ethnic rebellion. France faces difficulties with Basques, Bretons, and Corsicans."

Lamm went on: Second, to destroy America, "Invent 'multiculturalism' and encourage immigrants to maintain their culture. I would make it an article of belief that all cultures are equal. That there are no cultural differences. I would make it an article of faith that the Black and Hispanic dropout rates are due to prejudice and discrimination by the majority. Every other explanation is out of bounds.

Third, "We could make the United States a 'Hispanic Quebec' without much effort. The key is to celebrate diversity rather than unity. As Benjamin Schwarz said in the Atlantic Monthly recently: 'The apparent success of our own multiethnic and multicultural experiment might have been achieved! Not by tolerance but by hegemony. Without the dominance that once dictated ethnocentrically and what it meant to be an American, we are left with only tolerance and pluralism to hold us together.'"

Lamm said, "I would encourage all immigrants to keep their own language and culture. I would replace the melting pot metaphor with the salad bowl metaphor. It is important to ensure that we have various cultural subgroups living in America reinforcing their differences rather than as Americans, emphasizing their similarities."

"Fourth, I would make our fastest growing demographic group the least educated. I would add a second underclass, unassimilated, undereducated, and antagonistic to our population. I would have this second underclass have a 50% dropout rate from high school."

"My fifth point for destroying America would be to get big foundations and business to give these efforts lots of money. I would invest in ethnic identity, and I would establish the cult of 'Victimology.' I would get all minorities to think their lack of success was the fault of the majority. I would start a grievance industry blaming all minority failure on the majority population."

"My sixth plan for America's downfall would include dual citizenship and promote divided loyalties. I would celebrate diversity over unity. I would stress differences rather than similarities. Diverse people worldwide are mostly engaged in hating each other - that is, when they are not killing each other. A diverse, peaceful, or stable society is against most historical precedent. People undervalue the unity! Unity is what it takes to keep a nation together. Look at the ancient Greeks. The Greeks believed that they belonged to the same race; they possessed a common language and literature; and they worshiped the same gods. All Greece took part in the Olympic Games.

A common enemy Persia threatened their liberty. Yet all these bonds were not strong enough to over come two factors: local patriotism and geographical conditions that nurtured political divisions. Greece fell.

"E. Pluribus Unum" — From many, one. In that historical reality, if we put the emphasis on the 'pluribus' instead of the 'Unum,' we can balkanize America as surely as Kosovo."

"Next to last, I would place all subjects off limits ~ make it taboo to talk about anything against the cult of 'diversity.' I would find a word similar to 'heretic' in the 16th century - that stopped discussion and paralyzed thinking. Words like 'racist' or 'x! xenophobes' halt discussion and debate."

"Having made America a bilingual/bicultural country, having established multi-culturism, having the large foundations fund the doctrine of 'Victimology,' I would next make it impossible to enforce our immigration laws. I would develop a mantra: That because immigration has been good for America, it must always be good. I would make every individual immigrant symmetric and ignore the cumulative impact of millions of them."

In the last minute of his speech, Governor Lamm wiped his brow. Profound silence followed. Finally he said, "Lastly, I would censor Victor Hanson Davis's book Mexifornia. His book is dangerous. It exposes the plan to destroy America. If you feel America deserves to be destroyed, don't read that book."

There was no applause.

A chilling fear quietly rose like an ominous cloud above every attendee at the conference. Every American in that room knew that everything Lamm enumerated was proceeding methodically, quietly, darkly, yet pervasively across the United States today. Every discussion is being suppressed. Over 100 languages are ripping the foundation of our educational system and national cohesiveness. Barbaric cultures that practice female genital mutilation are growing as we celebrate 'diversity.' American jobs are vanishing into the Third World as corporations create a Third World in America — take note of California and other states — to date, ten million illegal aliens and growing fast. It is reminiscent of George Orwell's book "1984." In that story, three slogans are engraved in the Ministry of Truth building: "War is peace," "Freedom is slavery," and "Ignorance is strength."

Governor Lamm walked back to his seat. It dawned on everyone at the conference that our nation and the future of this great democracy are deeply in trouble and worsening fast. If we don't get this immigration monster stopped within three years, it will rage like a California wildfire and destroy everything in its path, especially The American Dream.


A priest was tired of the same old, same old on Sunday.  He decided to call in sick and let one
of his assistants handle the Sunday services.
 
Of course, he could not stay home 'sick'.  Instead, he went out to play a round of golf.
 
An angel reported the less-than-scupulous activities to God.
 
"You're not going to let him get away with that are you?" asked the angel.
 
"I guess not," said God.
 
God looked down and watched as the priest teed up a ball on a par 4 hole.  The priest swung at
the ball with his usual haphazard stance, swing and follow through which usually sent the ball
off in some random direction.  But, God waved his hand and the ball sails down the center of
the fairway, bounces onto the green and rolls into the hole.
 
The angel watched this.  He turned to God and asked, "Why did you do that?  You just gave him a
hole-in-one!"
 
God smiled with the infinite wisdom of the ages and said, "Who's he going to tell?"

 

AVOIDING 'MENTAL FLABBINESS'
By Dr. John C. Maxwell

I have a designated "thinking chair" in my office.

I don't sit in it when someone drops by to talk. I don't take power naps in it. I use it only for thinking.

This chair doesn't think for me, but it does speak to me every now and then. If I've gone a few days without sitting in it, its presence subtly reminds me that I'm not devoting enough time to the all-important task of thinking.

When we fail to make thinking a priority, we develop what author Gordon MacDonald calls "mental flabbiness." This may not sound like a life-threatening condition, but some ways, it can be quite dangerous. Here's how MacDonald explains it:

"In our pressurized society, people who are out of shape mentally usually fall victim to ideas and systems that are destructive to the human spirit and to the human relationship," he writes. "They are victimized because they have not taught themselves how to think, nor have they set themselves to the lifelong pursuit of growth of the mind. Not having the faculty of a strong mind, they grow dependent upon the thoughts and opinions of others. Rather than deal with ideas and issues, they reduce themselves to lives full of rules, regulations, and programs."

You can't be an effective leader with a mindset like that—it's just not possible.

Fortunately, there is an antidote to mental flabbiness: making time to think. I realize this can be a daunting assignment for people whose schedules are already bursting at the seams. And yet, when we don't make thinking a priority, we're actually sabotaging our own creativity and success.

Think about it. One of the highest commodities in a person's life is a great idea. A great idea has transforming power. It can take you places you may never have dreamed of going. But great ideas don't come out of nowhere. They begin as thoughts. So it stands to reason that the more time we spend thinking, the more great ideas we'll have.

The good news is that it doesn't take hours of thinking each day to generate ideas and stay in good mental shape. You can accomplish a great deal in a few moments of concentrated, intentional thought.

Let me give you two examples of how this works in my life. Every morning, I devote three minutes to what I call "big-picture thinking." I look at my schedule for the day and ask myself one simple question: What's the main event? Of all the things I'm going to do, of all the people I'm going to see, of all the experiences that I'm going to encounter, what's the main event?

You can't prioritize your day if you don't see everything in your day. That's why I practice big-picture thinking in the morning. I have to pick out my main event early, because whatever it is, that's where I had better be at my best. I'm human, and I don't always hit the ball out of the park. Sometimes I don't hit the ball at all. But at the main event, I had better hit a homerun. Big-picture thinking helps me achieve that goal.

At the end of the day, I spend another five to 10 minutes doing what I refer to as "reflective thinking." I go to my thinking chair and spend time reviewing my whole day. I ask myself questions such as, "Who did I see today? How did I add value to those people? What lessons did I learn?" Reflective thinking doesn't take long, but it's an incredibly valuable exercise because it turns experience into insight.

Can you imagine what would happen in your life if you practiced big-picture and reflective thinking? You would stop wasting time on things that don't really matter, which would give you more energy for the really important activities. You would be more organized and efficient. You would experience less stress. Most importantly, you would also take more away from each day that would enable you to lead better the next day.

The best way to start this process is to designate a specific place to think. It doesn't matter if your "thinking chair" is in your den at home or your office at work. It just has to be a spot where you can do nothing but think for a few moments twice a day.

The bottom line is this: If you find a place to think your thoughts, you'll have more thoughts. If you find a place to shape your thoughts, you will have better thoughts. And if you find a place to stretch your thoughts, you will have bigger thoughts.

All this, from just three minutes in the morning and five to ten minutes at night. As you can see, the results far outweigh the time investment.


 

THIS IS SOME KIND OF CHILLI CONTEST

If you can read this whole story without tears of laughter running down your cheeks, then there is no hope for you!

*Note: Please take time to read this slowly. If you pay attention to the first two judges, the reaction of the third judge is even better!

For those of you who have lived in Texas, you know how true this is. They actually have a Chilli Cook off about the time the Rodeo comes to town. It takes up a major portion of the parking lot at the Astrodome. The notes are from an inexperienced Chilli taster named Frank, who was visiting Texas from the East Coast.

Frank: "Recently, I was honoured to be selected as a judge at a chilli cook-off. The third judge called in sick at the last moment and I happened to be standing there at the judge’s table asking for directions to the Budweiser truck, when the call came in. I was assured by the other two judges (Native Texans) that the chilli wouldn’t be all that spicy and besides they told me I could have all the free beer during the tasting, so I accepted."

Here are the scorecards from the event:

Chilli #1 (Mike’s Manic Mobster Monster Chilli)

Judge #1 – A little too heavy on the tomato. Amusing kick.

Judge #2 – Nice, smooth tomato flavour. Very mild.

Judge #3 – (Frank) Holy shit, what the hell is this stuff? You could remove dried paint from your driveway. It took me two beers to put the flames out. I hope that’s the worst one, these Texans are crazy.

Chilli # 2 (Arthur’s Afterburner Chilli)

Judge #1 – Smoky, with a hint of pork. Slight jalapeno tang.

Judge #2 – Exciting BBQ flavour, needs more peppers to be taken seriously.

Judge #3 – (Frank) Keep this out of the reach of children. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to taste besides pain. I had to wave off two people who wanted to give me the Heimlich manoeuvre. They had to rush in more beer when they saw the look on my face.

 

Chilli # 3 (Fred’s Famous Burn Down the Barn Chilli)

Judge #1 – Excellent firehouse chilli. Great kick. Needs more beans.

Judge #2 – A bean less chilli, a bit salty, good use of peppers.

Judge #3 – (Frank) Call the EPA. I’ve located a uranium spill. My nose feels like I have been snorting Drano. Everybody knows the routine by now. Get me some more beer before I ignite. Barmaid pounded me on the back, now my backbone is in the front part of my chest. I’m getting shit-faced from all the beer.

Chilli # 4 (Bubba’s Black Magic)

Judge # 1 – Black bean chilli with almost no spice. Disappointing.

Judge # 2 – Hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish or other mild foods, not much of a chilli.

Judge # 3 – I felt something scrape across my tongue, but was unable to taste it. Is it possible to burn out taste buds? Sally, the barmaid, was standing behind me with fresh refills. That 300-lb lady is starting to look HOT…just like this nuclear waste I’m eating! Is chilli an aphrodisiac?

Chilli # 5 (Linda’s Legal Lip Remover)

Judge # 1 – Meaty, strong chilli. Cayenne peppers freshly ground, adding considerable kick. Very impressive.

Judge # 2 – Chilli using shredded beef, could use more tomato. Must admit the cayenne peppers make a strong statement.

Judge # 3 – My ears are ringing, sweat is pouring off my forehead and I can no longer focus my eyes. I farted and four people behind me needed paramedics. The contestant seemed offended when I told her that her chilli had given me brain damage. Sally saved my tongue from bleeding by pouring beer directly on it from the pitcher. I wonder if I’m burning my lips off. It really pisses me off that the other judges asked me to stop screaming. Stuff those rednecks!

Chilli # 6 (Vera’s Very Vegetarian Variety)

Judge # 1 – Thin, yet bold vegetarian variety chilli. Good balance of spices and peppers.

Judge # 2 – The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions and garlic. Superb.

Judge # 3 – I shat myself when I farted and I’m worried it will eat through the chair. No one seems inclined to stand behind me except that Sally. She must be kinkier than I thought. Can’t feel my lips any more. I need to wipe my butt with a snow cone.

 

 

Chilli # 7 (Susan’s Screaming Sensation Chilli)

Judge # 1 – A mediocre chilli with too much reliance on canned peppers.

Judge # 2 – Ho Hum, tastes as if the chef literally threw in a can of chilli peppers at the last moment. I should note that I am worried about Judge # 3. He appears to be in a bit of distress as he is cursing uncontrollably.

Judge #3 – (Frank). You could place a grenade in my mouth, pull the pin, and I wouldn’t feel a thing. I’ve lost the sight in one eye and the world sounds like it is made of rushing water. My shirt is covered with chilli, which slid out of my mouth. My pants are full of lava-like stuff which matches my shirt. At least during the autopsy, they’ll know what killed me. I’ve decided to stop breathing, it’s too painful. Sod it; I’m not getting any oxygen anyway. If I need air, I’ll just suck it in through the four inch hole in my stomach.

Chilli # 8 (Tommy’s Toe-nail Curling Chilli)

Judge # 1 – The perfect ending, this is a nice blended chilli. Not too bold but spicy enough to declare its existence.

Judge # 2 –This final entry is a good, balanced chilli. Neither mild nor hot. Sorry to see that most of it was lost when Judge # 3 passed out, fell over and pulled the chilli pot down on top of himself. Not sure if he’s going to make it. Poor Dude, wonder how he’d have reacted to a really hot chilli?


Joe Smith started the day early having set his alarm clock (MADE IN JAPAN)
for 6am. While his coffeepot (MADE IN CHINA) was perking, he shaved with
his electric razor (MADE IN HONG KONG). He put on a dress shirt (MADE IN
SRI LANKA), designer jeans (MADE IN SINGAPORE) and tennis shoes (MADE IN
KOREA). After cooking his breakfast in his new electric skillet (MADE IN
INDIA) he sat down with his calculator (MADE IN MEXICO) to see how much he
could spend today. After setting his watch (! MADE IN TAIWAN) to the radio
(MADE IN INDIA) he got in his car (MADE IN GERMANY) and continued his
search for a good paying AMERICAN JOB. At the end of yet another
discouraging and fruitless day, Joe decided to relax for a while. He put on
his sandals (MADE IN BRAZIL) poured himself a glass of wine (MADE IN
FRANCE) and turned on his TV (MADE IN INDONESIA), and then wondered why he
can't find a good paying job in. AMERICA.

BARSTOOLS


 

Dear Tech Support:
 
Last year I upgraded from Girlfriend 7.0 to Wife 1.0. I soon noticed  that
the new  program began unexpected child processing that took up a lot of
space and valuable resources. In addition, Wife 1.0 installed itself into
all other programs and now monitors all other system activity.
Applications such as Poker Night 10.3, Football 5.0, Hunting and Fishing
7.5, and Racing 3.6 no longer run, crashing the system whenever selected!
 
I can't seem to keep Wife 1.0 in the background while attempting to run my
favorite applications. I'm thinking about going back to Girlfriend 7.0, but
the uninstall doesn't work on Wife 1.0. Please help!
 
Thanks,
 
 
A Troubled User. (KEEP READING)
 
 
_____________________________________
 
 
Dear Troubled User:
 
This is a very common problem that men complain about.  Many people upgrade
from Girlfriend 7.0 to Wife 1.0, thinking that it is just a utilities and
entertainment program. Wife 1.0 is an OPERATING SYSTEM and is designed by
its creator to run EVERYTHING! It is also impossible to delete Wife 1.0 and
to return to Girlfriend 7.0. It is impossible to uninstall, or purge the
program files from  the system once installed.  You cannot go back to
Girlfriend 7.0 because Wife 1.0 is designed to not allow this. Look in your
Wife 1.0 manual under Warnings/Alimony/Child Support. I recommend that you
keep Wife 1.0 and work on improving the situation. I suggest installing the
background application "Yes Dear" to alleviate software augmentation.
 
 
The best course of action is to enter the command C:\APOLOGIZE because
ultimately you will have to give the APOLOGIZE command before the system
will return to normal anyway.
 
 
Wife 1.0 is a great system, but it tends to be very high maintenance. Wife
1.0 comes with several support programs, such as Clean and Sweep 3.0, Cook
It 1.5, and Pay Bills 4.2. However, be very careful how you use these
programs. Improper use will cause the system to launch the program Nag-Nag
10.0. Once this happens, the only way to improve the performance of Wife
1.0 is to purchase additional software. I recommend Flowers 2.0 and
Diamonds 5.0. WARNING!!! DO NOT, under any circumstances, install Secretary
With Short Skirt 3.3! This application is not supported by Wife 1.0 and
will cause irreversible damage to the operating system.
 
 
Best of luck,
Tech Support

 

The following is an actual letter that was sent to a bank by a 96-year-old woman. The bank manager thought it amusing enough to have it published.

To whom it may concern:

I am writing to thank you for bouncing my cheque with which I endeavoured to pay my plumber last month. By my calculations, three nanoseconds must have elapsed between his depositing the cheque and the arrival in my account of the funds needed to honour it. I refer, of course, to the automatic monthly transfer of funds from my modest savings account, an arrangement, which, I admit, has been in place for only thirty-one years.

You are to be commended for seizing that brief window of opportunity, and also for debiting my account £40 by way of penalty for the inconvenience caused to the bank.

My thankfulness springs from the manner in which this incident has caused me to rethink my errant financial ways. I noticed that whereas I personally attend to your telephone calls and letters, when I try to contact you, I am confronted by the impersonal, overcharging, pre-recorded, faceless entity, which your bank has recently become.

From now on, I, like you, choose only to deal with a flesh-and-blood person. My mortgage and loan repayments will therefore and hereafter no longer be automatic, but will arrive at your bank, by cheque, addressed personally and confidentially to an employee at your bank whom you must nominate. Be aware that it is an offence under the Postal Act for any other person to open such an envelope.

Please find attached an Application Contact Status form, which I

Require your chosen employee to complete. I am sorry it runs to eight pages, but in order that I know as much about him or her as your bank knows about me, there is no alternative. Please note that all copies of his or her medical history, must be countersigned by a Notary Public; and the mandatory details of his/her financial situation (income, debts, assets and liabilities) must be accompanied by documented proof. In due course, I will issue your employee with a PIN number, which, he/she must quote in dealings with me. I regret that it cannot be shorter than 28 digits but, again, I have modelled it on the number of button presses required of me to access my account balance on your phone bank service. As they say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

Please allow me to level the playing field even further. When you call me, you will now have a menu of options on my new voice mail system to choose from.

Please press the buttons as follows:

1. To make an appointment to see me.

2. To query a missing payment.

3. To transfer the call to my living room in case I am there.

4. To transfer the call to my bedroom in case I am sleeping.

5. To transfer the call to my toilet in case I am attending to nature.

6. To transfer the call to my mobile phone if I am not at home.

7. To leave a message on my computer, a password to access my computer

is required. Password will be communicated at a later date to the Authorized Contact.

8. To return to the main menu and to listen to options 1 through 7.

9. To make a general complaint or inquiry.

The contact will then be put on hold, pending the attention of my automated answering service. While this may, on occasion, involve a lengthy wait, uplifting music will play for the duration of the call.

Regrettably, but again following your example, I must also levy an establishment fee of £40 to cover the setting up of this new arrangement. Please credit my account after each occasion.

May I wish you a happy, if ever so slightly less prosperous, New Year.

Your Humble Customer


 

Four brothers left home for college, and they became successful doctors and lawyers and prospered.
 

Some years later, they chatted after having dinner together.  They discussed the gifts they were able to give their elderly mother who lived far away in another city.
 

The first said, "I had a big house built for Mama."
 

The second said, " I had a hundred thousand dollar theater built in the house."
 

The third said, "I had my Mercedes dealer deliver an SL600 to her."
 

The fourth said, "You know how Mamma loved reading the Bible and you know she can't read anymore because she can't see very well.  I met this preacher who told me about a parrot that can recite the entire bible.  It took twenty preachers 12 years to teach him.  I had to pledge to contribute $100,000 a year for twenty years to the church, but it was worth it.  Mamma just has to name the chapter and verse and the parrot will recite it."
 

The other brothers were impressed.
 

After the holidays Mom sent out her Thank You notes.  She wrote:
 

"Milton, the house you built is so huge.  I live in only one room, but I have to clean the whole house.  Thanks anyway."
 

"Marvin, I am too old to travel.  I stay home, I have my groceries delivered so I never use the Mercedes.  The thought was good.  Thanks."
 

"Michael, you gave me an expensive theater with Dolby sound, it could hold
50 people, but all of my friends are dead, I've lost my hearing and I'm nearly blind. I'll never use it.  Thank you for the gesture just the same."
 

"Dearest Melvin, you were the only son to have the good sense to give a little thought to your gift.  The chicken was delicious.  Thank you."


A hunter set out for the woods with his rifle, looking for bear. A couple of hours passed and he saw brown fur deep in the bushes.

He took careful aim and fired, there was a great commotion in the undergrowth and he hurried to the spot to see what he had shot.

He was amazed to find no trace of the animal and was still searching when a paw tapped him on the shoulder, he turned to find a big male bear, wearing a nasty expression. He was amazed when the bear took his gun and snapped it in half.

He was even more amazed when the bear spoke “That was not a nice thing to do?” said the bear. Displaying a handful of very large sharp claws the bear said “I am going to have to kill you now, Unless!”

“Unless what?” the hunter said.

“Unless you step behind that bush remove your jeans and underwear, bend over and let me have my way with you” said the bear.

With no other option the hunter complied and following a very painful interlude walked - with difficulty - back to camp.

A few days later, armed with a bigger gun, he set out for the woods again.

Following a long hike through the trees he saw a bear in plain sight beside some bushes, took aim and shot it. The hunter ran to the place to see if it was the same bear. There was no bear to be seen. He was still searching the under growth when he felt a familiar tap on the shoulder.

It was the same bear, who took his gun and bent it into a circle. “What is it to be?” The bear asked. “Be torn to death or service me and, my four brothers?”

The hunter reached camp two days later, crawling on all fours. He took a week to heal and then, armed with the biggest gun he could find, the hunter set off determined to find revenge. Deep in the woods, once again, he saw a brown furry shape almost hidden by a tree. Taking careful aim he shot it.

When he reached the scene he saw there was no corpse. He stepped around the tree to check and found a long line of smiling bears.

At which time a familiar voice said: "You’re not really here for the hunting, are you?"


One of Microsoft's finest techs was drafted and sent to boot camp. At the rifle range, he was given some instruction, a rifle, and bullets. He fired several shots at the target. The report came from the target area that all attempts had completely missed the target.

The Microsoft tech looked at his rifle and then at the target again. He looked at the rifle again, and then at the target again. He put his finger over the end of the rifle barrel and squeezed the trigger with his other hand. The end of his finger was blown off, whereupon he yelled toward the target area: It's leaving here just fine. The trouble must be at your end!


 

A guy went home from work one night and heard a voice.
The voice whispered to him, "Quit your job, sell your
house, take your money, and go to Vegas."

The man was disturbed about what he heard and ignored
the voice. The next day when he got home from work,
the same thing happened. The voice whispered to him,
"Quit your job, sell your house, take your money, and
go to Vegas."

Again the man ignored the voice, though he was very
troubled by the event. Every day, the man was
tormented by the same voice when he came home from
work: " Quit your job, sell your house, take your
money, and go to Vegas."

Each time the man heard the voice he became
increasingly upset. Finally, after two weeks, he
succumbed to the pressure. He quit his job, sold his
house, got together all his money, and headed to
Vegas. The moment the man got off the plane in Vegas,
the voice told him, "Go to Harrah's."
So he hopped into a cab and rushed over to Harrah's.
As soon as he set foot in the casino, the voice
echoed, "Go to the roulette table." The man did as he
was told.

When he arrived at the roulette table, the voice
firmly told him, "Put all your money on 17."
Nervously, the man cashed in his money for chips and
then put them all on 17. The dealer wished the man
good luck and spun the roulette wheel.

Around and around the ball caromed. The man anxiously
watched the ball as it slowly lost speed, until
finally it settled into number... 21.

The voice said, "Damn..."


 
A couple lived near the ocean and used to walk the beach a lot. One
summer they noticed a girl who was at the beach pretty much every day.

She wasn't unusual, nor was the travel bag she carried, except for one
thing; she would approach people who were sitting on the beach, glance
around furtively, then speak to them.

Generally the people would respond negatively and she would wander off,
but occasionally someone would nod and there would be a quick exchange
of money and something she carried in her bag.

The couple assumed she was selling drugs, and debated calling the cops,
but since they didn't know for sure they just continued to watch her.

After a couple of weeks the wife said, "Honey, have you ever noticed
that she only goes up to people with boom boxes and other electronic
devices?"
He hadn't, and said so.

Then she said, "Tomorrow I want you to get a! towel and our big radio
and go lie out on the beach. Then we can find out what she's really
doing."

Well, the plan went off without a hitch and the wife was almost hopping
up and down with anticipation when she saw the girl talk to her husband
and then leave. The man walked up the beach and met his wife at the
road.

"Well, Is she selling drugs?" she asked excitedly.

"No, she's not," he said, enjoying this probably more than he should
have.

"Well, What is it, then? What does she do?" his wife fairly shrieked.

The man grinned and said, "She's a battery salesperson."
"Batteries?" cried the wife.

"Yes," he replied.

She sells C cells down by the sea shore.


How old is Grandma?
Stay with this -- the answer is at the end and will surprise
you.

 One evening a grandson was talking to his grandmother about current
events.
The grandson asked his grandmother what she thought about the
shootings at schools, the computer age, and just things in general.

The Grandma replied, "Well, let me think a minute, I was born, before television,
penicillin, polio shots, frozen foods, Xerox, contact lenses, Frisbees
and the pill. There were no credit cards, laser beams or ball-point pens.
Man had not invented pantyhose, air conditioners, dishwashers, clothes dryers, and the clothes were hung out to dry in the fresh air and man had yet to walk on the moon.
Your Grandfather and I got married first and then lived together.
Every family had a father and a mother. Until I was 25, I called every man older than I, "Sir"- - and after I turned 25, I still called policemen and every man with a title, "Sir."
We were before gay-rights, computer-dating, dual careers, daycare centers, and group therapy. Our lives were governed by the Ten Commandments, good judgment,
and common sense. We were taught to know the difference between right and
wrong, and to stand up and take responsibility for our actions. Serving your country was a privilege; living in this country was a bigger privilege. We thought fast food was what people ate during Lent. Having a meaningful relationship meant getting along with your cousins. Draft dodgers were people who closed their front doors when the evening breeze started. Time-sharing! Meant time the family spent together in t! he
evenings and weekends -- not purchasing condominiums.
We never heard of FM radios, tape decks, CDs, electric typewriters, yogurt, or guys wearing earrings. We listened to the Big Bands, Jack Benny, and the President's
speeches on our radios. And I don't ever remember any kid blowing his brains out from
listening to Tommy Dorsey. If you saw anything with 'Made in Japan' on it, it was junk.
The term 'making out' referred to how you did on your school exam.  Pizza Hut, McDonald's, and instant coffee were unheard of. We had 5 &10-cent store where you could actually buy things for 5 and 10 cents.  Ice-cream cones, phone calls, rides on a streetcar, and a Pepsi were all a nickel. If you wanted to splurge, you could spend your nickel on enough stamps to mail one letter and two postcards. You could buy a new Chevy Coupe for $600 but who could afford one? Too bad, because gas was 11 cents a gallon. In my day, "grass" was mowed, "coke" was a cold drink, "pot" was something your mother cooked in, and "rock music" was your grandmother's lullaby. "Aids" were helpers in the Principal's office, "chip" meant a piece of wood, "hardware" was found in a hardware store, and "software" wasn't even a word. And we were the last generation to actually believe that a lady needed a husband to have a baby. No wonder people call us "old and confused" and say there is a generation gap...and how old do you think I am ???

 Read on to see -- Pretty scary if you thin! k about it, and rather sad at the same time.
> >
> >
> >
Grandma is Only 58.  Born in 1946!!!


The following item is by George Carlin.

      The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings
but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.

      We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less.  We have
bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time.

      We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less
judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

      We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too
little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired,
read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

      We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.  We talk
too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
      We've learned how to make a living, but not a life.  We've added years
to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but
have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor.

      We conquered outer space but not inner space.  We've done larger
things, but not better things.  We've cleaned up the air, but  polluted the
soul.  We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.

      We write more, but learn less.  We plan more, but accomplish less.
We've learned to rush, but not to wait.  We build more computers to hold
more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less
and less.

      These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and
small character, steep profits and shallow relationships.  These are the
days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier hou! ses, but broken homes.

      These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality,
one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from
cheer, to quiet, to kill.  It is a time when there is much in the showroom
window and nothing in the stockroom.

      A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when
you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.

      Remember, spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not
going to be around forever.

      Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe,
because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

      Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is
the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

      Remember,! to say, "I love you" to your spouse and your loved ones, but
most of all mean it.  A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes
from deep inside of you.

      Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person
will not be there again.

      Give time to love, give time to speak, and give time to share the
precious thoughts in your mind.


 

Since the Pledge of Allegiance

and

 The Lord's Prayer

are not allowed in most
public schools anymore

because the word "God" is mentioned....

a kid in Arizona wrote the attached
NEW
School
prayer.

Now I sit me down in school

Where praying is against the rule

For this great nation under God

Finds mention of Him very odd.

 

If Scripture now the class recites,

It violates the Bill of Rights.

And anytime my head I bow

Becomes a Federal matter now.

Our hair can be purple, orange or green,

That's no offense; it's a freedom scene.

The law is specific, the law is precise.

Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.

 

For praying in a public hall

Might offend someone with no faith at all.

In silence alone we must meditate,

God's name is prohibited by the state.

 

We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,

And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks.

They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible.

To quote the Good Book makes me liable.

We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,

And the 'unwed daddy,' our Senior King.

It's "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong,

We're taught that such "judgments" do not belong.

 

We can get our condoms and birth controls,

Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles.

But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,

No word of God must reach this crowd.

 

It's scary here I must confess,

When chaos reigns the school's a mess.

So, Lord, this silent plea I make:

Should I be shot; My soul please take!

Amen


A man walks up to the bar with an ostrich behind him. As he sits down, the bartender comes over and asks for their order. The man says, "I'll have a beer." He turns to the ostrich and asks, "What's yours?" "I'll have a beer, too," says the ostrich.

The bartender pours the beer and says, "That will be $3.40 please."

The man reaches into his pocket and pulls out the exact change for payment.

The next day, the man and the ostrich come in again, and the man says, "I'll have a beer," and the ostrich says, "I'll have the same." Once again the man reaches into his pocket and pays with the exact change.

This becomes a routine until, late one evening, the two enter again.

"The usual?" asks the bartender.

"Well, it's close to last call, so I'll have a large scotch," says the man.

"Same for me," says the ostrich.

"That will be $7.20," says the bartender. Once again, the man pulls exact change out of his pocket and places it on the bar.

The bartender can't hold back his curiosity any longer. "Excuse me sir. How do you manage to always come up with the exact change out of your pocket every time?" the bartender asks.

"Well," says the man. "Several years ago I was cleaning the attic and found an old lamp. When I rubbed it a Genie appeared and offered me two wishes. My first wish was that if I ever had to pay for anything, I just put my hand in my pocket, and the right amount of money will always be there."

"That's brilliant!" says the bartender, "Most people would wish for a million dollars or something, but you'll always be as rich as you want for as long as you live!"

"That's right! Whether it's a gallon of milk or a Rolls Royce, the exact money is always there," says the man.

The bartender asks, "One other thing, sir, what's with the ostrich?"

The man replies, "My second wish was for a chick with long legs."


The morning after a night on the town in Minneapolis, Bob told his friend about the Golden Club that he had been drinking in. Everything in the club was lined with gold. The glasses had a gold rim, the rail on the bar was plated with gold, even the urinals were gold plated.

Bob was ready to believe his buddy until he mentioned the gold plated urinals so he phoned the Golden Club. "Is it true that the glasses in your club have a gold rim?" Bob asked.

"Yes, it's true" replied the voice on the other end.

"And is the rail on the bar plated with gold?" asked Bob.

"Yes it is" was the reply from the other end. "

"And, one more thing, is it true that the urinals are gold plated?" inquired Bob.

Bob could hear the person on the other end yell to the band "Hey Joe, I think I found the guy that took a leak in your saxophone last night!"


Two friends were playing golf when one pulled out a cigar. He didn't have a lighter so he asked his friend if he had one.

"I sure do," he replied and reached into his golf bag and pulled out a 12 inch bic lighter.

"Wow!" said his friend, "Where did you get that monster?"

"I got it from my genie."

"You have a genie?"

"Yes, right here in my golf bag."

"Could I see him?"

He opens his golf bag and out pops a genie. The friend asks the genie, "I'm a good friend of your master. Will you grant me one wish?"

"Yes I will," the genie replies so he asks him for a million bucks.

The genie hops back into the golf bag and leaves him standing there waiting for his million bucks. Suddenly, the sky begins to darken and the sound of a million ducks flying overhead in heard.

The friend tells his golfing partner, "I asked for a million bucks not ducks!"

He answers, "I forgot to tell you that the genie is hard of hearing. Do you really think I asked him for a 12 inch bic?!"


A man met a beautiful lady and he decided he wanted to marry her right away.
She said, "But we don't know anything about each other."
He said, "That's all right, we'll learn about each other as we go along."
So she consented, and they were married, and went on a honeymoon to a very nice resort.

So one morning they were lying by the pool, when he got up off of his towel, climbed up to the 10 Metre board and did a two and a half tuck gainer, this followed by a three rotations in jack-knife position, where he straightened out and cut the water like a knife.

After a few more demonstrations, he came back and lay down on the towel.

She said, "That was incredible!"

He said, "I used to be an Olympic diving champion. You see, I told you we'd learn more about ourselves as we went along."

So she got up, jumped in the pool, and started doing laps.

After about thirty laps she climbed back out and lay down on her towel hardly out of breath.

He said, "That was incredible! Were you an Olympic endurance swimmer?"

"No," she said, "I was a hooker in Venice and I worked both sides of the canal...


HOW TO SURVIVE A HEART ATTACK ALONE
> >    
> > 
> >              From F. Daniel Rochman MD
> > 
> >    If everyone who gets this sends it to 10
> >  people, you can bet that we'll save at least one
> >  life.
> > 
> >              Let's say it's 6:15 p.m. and you're
> >  driving home
> >              (alone of course), after an unusually
> >  hard day on the job. You're really
> >              tired, upset and frustrated. Suddenly
> >  you start experiencing severe pain
> >           in your chest that starts to radiate out
> >  into your arm and up into your jaw.
> >              You are only about five miles from the
> >  hospital nearest your home;
> >              unfortunately you don't know if you'll
> >  be able to make it that far.
> > 
> >              WHAT CAN YOU DO?
> > 
> >              You've been trained in CPR but the guy
> >  that taught the course neglected
> >              to tell you how to perform it on
> >  yourself. Since many people are alone
> >           when they suffer a heart attack, this
> >  article seemed to be in order. Without
> >              help, the person whose heart stops
> >  beating properly and who begins to
> >              feel faint, has only about 10 seconds!
> >  left before losing consciousness.
> >              However, these victims can help
> >  themselves by coughing repeatedly and
> >     very vigorously.
> > 
> >              A deep breath should be taken before
> >  each cough, and the cough must be deep and
> >  prolonged, as when producing sputum from deep inside
> >  the chest, and a cough must be repeated about every
> >  2 seconds without let up until
> >              help arrives, or until the heart is felt
> >  to be beating normally again.
> > 
> > 
> >              Deep breaths get oxygen into the lungs
> >  and coughing movements squeeze the heart and keep
> >  the blood circulating. The squeezing pressure on the
> >  heart also helps it regain normal rhythm.
> > 
> >              In this way, heart attack victims can
> >  get to a hospital.


Mel and Tino were both patients in an El Camino mental hospital.  One day while they were walking past the hospital swimming pool, Mel suddenly jumped into the deep end.

He sank to the bottom of the pool and stayed there.  Tino promptly jumped in to save him.  He swam to the bottom and pulled Mel out.

When the medical director became aware of Tino's heroic act, he immediately ordered him to be discharged from the hospital, as he now considered him to be mentally stable.

When he went to tell Tino the news, he said, "Tino, I have good news and bad news.  The good news is you're being discharged.  Since you were able to rationally respond to a crisis by jumping in and saving the life of another patient,  I have concluded that your act displays a sound mind.  The bad news is, Mel, the patient you saved, hung himself with his bathrobe belt in the bathroom, right after you saved him.  I am so sorry, but he's dead."

Tino replied: "He didn't hang himself; I put him there to dry.  How soon can I go home?"


A man at the bar looks sad and worried. When asked why, he says: "Well, my wife has started to go to all the bars in town."
 
"So sad! She's becoming an alcoholic, then?"
 
"No. She's looking for me."
 

A man walked in to Joe's Barber Shop for his regular haircut.

As he snips away, Joe asks "What's up?"

The man proceeds to explain he's taking a vacation to Rome.

"ROME?!" Joe says, "Why would you want to go there? It's a crowded dirty city full of Italians! You'd be crazy to go to Rome! So how ya getting there?"

"We're taking TWA," the man replies.

"TWA?!" yells Joe. "They're a terrible airline. Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly and they're always late! So where you staying in Rome?"

The man says "We'll be at the downtown International Marriot."

"That DUMP?!" says Joe. "That's the worst hotel in the city! The rooms are small, the service is surly and slow and they're overpriced! So whatcha doing when you get there?"

The man says "We're going to go see the Vatican and hope to see the Pope."

"HA! That's rich!" laughs Joe. "You and a million other people trying to see him. He'll look the size of an ant. Boy, good luck on THIS trip. You're going to need it!"

A month later, the man comes in for his regular haircut. Joe says, "Well, how did that trip to Rome turn out? Betcha TWA gave you the worst flight of your life!"

"No, quite the opposite" explained the man. "Not only were we on time in one of their brand new planes, but it was full and they bumped us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful, and I had a beautiful 28 year old flight attendant who waited on me hand and foot!"

"Hmmm," Joe says, "Well, I bet the hotel was just like I described."

"No, quite the opposite! They'd just finished a $25 million remodelling. It's the finest hotel in Rome, now. They were overbooked, so they apologized and gave us the Presidential suite for no extra charge!"

"Well," Joe mumbles, "I KNOW you didn't get to see the Pope!"

"Actually, we were quite lucky. As we toured the Vatican, a Swiss guard tapped me on the shoulder and explained the Pope likes to personally meet some of the visitors, and if I'd be so kind as to step into this private room and wait, the Pope would personally greet me. Sure enough, after 5 minutes the Pope walked through the door and shook my hand. I knelt down as he spoke a few words to me."

Impressed, Joe asks, "Tell me, please! What'd he say?"

"Oh, not much really. Just 'Where'd you get that lousy haircut?'"


 

Tax Cuts - A Simple Lesson In Economics


This is how the cookie crumbles. Please read it carefully.

Let's put tax cuts in terms everyone can understand. Suppose that every day, ten men go out for dinner. The bill for all ten comes to $100.

If they paid their bill the way we pay our taxes, it would go something like this:
The first four men (the poorest) would pay nothing.
The fifth would pay $1.
The sixth would pay $3.
The seventh $7.
The eighth $12.
The ninth $18.
The tenth man (the richest) would pay $59.

So, that's what they decided to do.

The ten men ate dinner in the restaurant every day and seemed qu ite happy with the arrangement, until one day, the owner threw them a curve.

"Since you are all such good customers," he said, "I'm going to reduce the cost of your daily meal by $20."

So, now dinner for the ten only cost $80. The group still wanted to pay their bill the way we pay our taxes.

So, the first four men were unaffected. They would still eat for free. But what about the other six, the paying customers? How could they divvy up the $20 windfall so that everyone would get his 'fair share'?

The six men realized that $20 divided by six is $3.33. But if they subtracted that from everybody's share, then the fifth man and the sixth man would each end up being 'PAID' to eat their meal.

So, the restaurant owner suggested that it would be fair to reduce each man's bill by roughly the same amount, and he proceeded to work out the amounts each should pay.

And so:
The fifth man, like the first four, now paid nothing (100% savings).
The sixth now paid $2 instead of $3 (33% savings).
The seventh now paid $5 instead of $7 (28% savings).
The eighth now paid $9 instead of $12 (25% savings).
The ninth now paid $14 instead of $18 (22% savings).
The tenth now paid $49 instead of $59 (16% savings).

Each of the six was better off than before. And the first four continued to eat for free. But once outside the restaurant, the men began to compare their savings.

"I only got a dollar out of the $20," declared the sixth man. He pointed to the tenth man "but he got $10!"

"Yeah, that's right," exclaimed the fifth man. "I only saved a dollar, too. It's unfair that he got ten times more than me!"

"That's true!!" shouted the seventh man. "Why should he get $10 back when I got only $2? The wealthy get all the breaks!"

"Wait a minute," yelled the first four men in unison. "We didn't get anything at all. The system exploits the poor!" The nine men surrounded the tenth and beat him up.

The next night the tenth man didn't show up for dinner, so the nine sat down and ate without him. But when it came time to pay the bill, they discovered something important. They didn't have enough money between all of them for even half of the bill!

And that, boys and girls, journalists and college professors, is how our tax system works. The people who pay the highest taxes get the most benefit from a tax reduction. Tax them too much, attack them for being wealthy, and they just may not show up at the table anymore. There are lots of good restaurants in Europe and the Caribbean.

David R. Kamerschen, Ph.D
Distinguished Professor of Economics
536 Brooks Hall
University of Georgia

A man wakes up one morning to find a bear on his roof So he looks in the
>yellow pages and sure enough, there's an ad for "Bear Removers." He
>calls
>the number, and the bear remover says he'll be over in 30 minutes.
>
>The bear remover arrives, and gets out of his van. He's got a ladder, a
>baseball bat, a shotgun and a mean old pit bull. "What are you going to
>do,"
>the homeowner asks?
>
>I'm going to put this ladder up against the roof, then I'm going to go
>up there and knock the bear off the roof with this baseball bat. When
>the
>bear falls off, the pit bull is trained to grab his testicles and not
>let
>go. The bear will then be subdued enough for me to put him in the cage
>in
>the back of the van."
>
>He hands the shotgun to the homeowner.
>
>"What's the shotgun for?" asks the homeowner.
>
>"If the bear knocks me off the roof, shoot the dog"


A small boy was lost at a large shopping mall.

He approached a uniformed policeman and said, "I've lost my grandpa!"

The cop asked, "What's he like?"

The little boy replied, "Jack Daniels, and women with big tits".


After a terrible storm, a sailor, a sheep, and a dog were survivors of a shipwreck, and they found themselves stranded on a desert island.  After being there for a while, they got into the habit of going to the beach every evening to watch the sun set.

One particular evening, the sky was a fiery red with beautiful cirrus clouds, the breeze was warm and gentle; a perfect night for romance.  As they sat there, the sheep started looking better and better to the sailor.

Soon, he leaned over to the sheep and put his arm around it.  But the dog became jealous, growling fiercely until the sailor took his arm from around the sheep.  After that, the three of them continued to enjoy the sunsets together, but there was no more cuddling.

A few weeks passed by and during another storm, there was yet another shipwreck.  The only survivor was a beautiful young woman, the most beautiful woman the sailor had ever seen.  She was in a pretty bad way when they rescued her, and they slowly nursed her back to health.

When the young maiden was well enough, they introduced her to their evening beach ritual.  It was another beautiful evening: red sky, cirrus clouds, a warm and gentle breeze; perfect for a night of romance.

Pretty soon, the sailor started to get "those feelings" again.  He fought them as long as he could, but he finally gave in and leaned over to the young woman, cautiously, and whispered in her ear...

"Would you mind taking the dog for a walk?"


Before Computers
 
An application was for employment
A program was a TV show
A cursor used profanity
A keyboard was a piano!

Memory was something that you lost with age
A CD was a bank account
And a floppy disk was something
Terribly wrong in your back.

Compress was something you did to garbage
Not something you did to a file
And if you unzipped anything in public
You'd be in jail for awhile!

Log on was adding wood to a fire
Hard drive was a long trip on the road
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived
And a backup happened to your commode!

Cut - you did with a pocket knife
Paste you did with glue
A web was a spider's home
And a virus was the flu!

I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper
And the memory in my head
I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash
But when it happens they wish they were dead!

A man goes into the doctor.  He says, "Doc, you gotta check my leg. 
Something's wrong.  Just put your ear up to my thigh, you'll hear
it!" 
 
The doctor cautiously placed his ear to the man's thigh only to hear:
"Gimme 20 bucks, I really need 20 bucks."
 
"I've never seen or heard anything like this before, how long has this
been going on," the doctor asked.
 
"That's nothing Doc, put your ear to my knee."
 
The doctor put his ear to the man's knee and heard it say: "Man, I
really need 10 dollars, just lend me 10 bucks!!"
 
"Sir, I really don't know what to tell you.  I've never seen anything
like this."  The doctor was dumbfounded.
 
"Wait Doc. that's not all.  There's more, just put your ear up to my
ankle,"  the man urged him.
 
The doctor did as the man said and was blown away to hear his ankle
plead, "Please, I just need 5 dollars.  Lend me 5 bucks please if you
will."
 
"I have no idea what to tell you," the doctor said.  "There's nothing
about it in my books!" he said as he frantically searched all his
medical reference books. 
"I can make a well educated guess though.  Based on life and all my
previous experience I can tell you that your leg seems to be broke in
three places." 

 


Home Remedies

1. If you are choking on an ice cube, don't panic.  Simply pour a cup of boiling water down your throat and presto!  The blockage will be almost instantly removed.

2. Clumsy?  Avoid cutting yourself while slicing vegetables by getting someone else to hold them while you chop away.

3. Don't buy expensive 'ribbed' condoms, just buy an ordinary one and slip a handful of frozen peas inside it before you put it on.

4. Putting just the right amount of gin in your goldfish bowl makes the fishes' eyes bulge and causes them to swim in an amusing manner.

5. An empty aluminum cigar tube filled with angry wasps makes a wonderful inexpensive vibrator.

6. Avoid arguments with the missus about lifting the toilet seat by simply peeing in the sink.

7. High blood pressure sufferers: simply cut yourself and bleed for a while, thus reducing the pressure in your veins.

8. A mouse trap, placed on top of your alarm clock, will prevent you from hitting the snooze button so that you can roll over and go back to sleep.

9. If you have a bad cough, take a large dose of laxatives; then you will be afraid to cough.

l0. Have a bad toothache? Hit your thumb with a hammer and you will forget about the tooth.


 

The scene is a newspaper office. The editor says to one of his reporters: "There's a fire raging out of control west of town and I want you to get out there fast. And above all, get some good shots. If that means you have to hire an airplane, just do it. Don't worry about the expense."

So, the reporter calls the local FBO and orders a plane. He rushes out to the airport, spots a small aircraft with a young pilot in it, pulls open the door, jumps in and says to the pilot: "Let's go, take off".

As directed, the pilot takes off, gets up to altitude, and the reporter then tells him: "See that fire raging to the west? I want you to fly over that and get down as close as you can".

Incredulous, the pilot says: "You want me to fly over that fire?"

"Sure, the reporter says, I am a photojournalist and that's why I am here--to take dramatic shots of the fire!"

The pilot looks over with a quizzical look on his face and says: "You're not the flight instructor?"


THE 25 RULES OF ORDER

1. I can only please one person per day. Today is not your day.
Tomorrow is not looking good either.

2. I love deadlines. I especially like the whooshing sound they make
as they go flying by.

3. Tell me what you need, and I'll tell you how to get along without
it.

4. Accept that some days you are the pigeon and some days the statue.

5. Needing someone is like needing a parachute. If he isn't there the
first time, chances are you won't be needing him again.

6. I don't have an attitude problem, you have a perception problem.

7. Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky, and I
thought to myself, where the hell is the ceiling?

8. My reality check bounced.

9. On the keyboard of life, always keep one finger on the escape key.

10. I don't suffer from stress. I am a carrier.

11. You are slower than a herd of turtles stampeding through peanut
butter.

12. Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, because you are crunchy
and taste good with ketchup.

13. Everybody is somebody else's weirdo.

14. Never argue with an idiot. They drag you down to their level, then
beat you with experience.

15. A pat on the back is only a few centimetres from a kick in the
butt.

16. Don't be irreplaceable -- if you can't be replaced, you can't be
promoted.

17. After any salary raise, you will have less money at the end of the
month than you did before.

18. The more crap you put up with, the more crap you are going to get.

19. You can go anywhere you want if you look serious and carry a
clipboard.

20. Eat one live toad the first thing in the morning and nothing worse
will happen to you the rest of the day.

21. If it wasn't for the last minute, nothing would get done.

22. When you don't know what to do, walk fast and look worried.

23. Following the rules will not get the job done.

24. When confronted by a difficult problem, you can solve it more
easily by reducing it to the question, "How would the Lone Ranger
handle this?"

25. Don't let yesterday take up too much of today.

Computer Tech for Kids by Seuss

If a packet hits a pocket on a socket on a port,
And the bus is interrupted as a very last resort,
And the address of the memory makes your floppy disk abort,
Then the socket packet pocket has an error to report!

If your cursor finds a menu item followed by a dash,
And the double-clicking icons put your window in the trash,
And your data is corrupted 'cause the index doesn't hash,
Then your situation's hopeless, and your system's gonna crash!

If the label on your cable on the gable at your house,
Says the network is connected to the button on your mouse,
But your packets want to tunnel to another protocol,
That's repeatedly rejected by the printer down the hall.

And your screen is all distorted by the side effects of gauss,
So your icons in the window are as wavy as a souse,
Then you may as well reboot and go out with a bang,
'Cause as sure as I'm a poet, the sucker's gonna hang!

When the copy of your floppy's getting sloppy on the disk,
And the microcode instructions cause unnecessary risk,
Then you have to flash your memory and you'll want to RAM your ROM,
Quickly turn off your computer and be sure to tell your mom!

DRUG PROBLEM

I had a drug problem when I was young.

I was drug to church on Sunday morning.

I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.

I was drug to family reunions no matter what the weather. 

I was drug to the bus stop to go to school every weekday.  

I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults and teachers. 

 I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents.

 Those drugs are still in my veins; and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say and think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin, and if today's children had this kind of drug problem, AMERICA MIGHT BE A BETTER PLACE!


Women's English 
1. YES = NO 
2. NO = YES 
3. MAYBE = NO 
4. WE NEED = I WANT 
5. I AM SORRY = YOU'LL BE SORRY 
6. WE NEED TO TALK = I NEED TO COMPLAIN 
7. SURE, GO AHEAD = I DON'T WANT YOU TO 
8. DO WHAT YOU WANT = YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS LATER 
9. I AM NOT UPSET = OF COURSE I'M UPSET YOU MORON! 
10. ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME? = TOO LATE, YOU'RE DEAD 
11. YOU HAVE TO LEARN TO COMMUNICATE = JUST AGREE WITH ME 
12. YOU'RE SO MANLY = YOU NEED TO SHAVE AND YOU SWEAT ALOT 
13. BE ROMANTIC, TURN OUT THE LIGHTS = I HAVE FLABBY THIGHS AND I DON'T 
WANT YOU TO SEE THEM 
14. DO YOU LOVE ME? = I AM GOING TO ASK FOR SOMETHING EXPENSIVE 
15. IT'S YOUR DECISION = THE CORRECT DECISION SHOULD BE OBVIOUS BY NOW 
16. YOU'RE CERTAINLY ATTENTIVE TONIGHT = IS SEX ALL YOU EVER THINK ABOUT 
17. I'LL BE READY IN A MINUTE = KICK OFF YOUR SHOES AND FIND A GOOD GAME 
ON TV 
18. HOW MUCH DO YOU LOVE ME? = I DID SOMETHING TODAY THAT YOU'RE REALLY 
NOT GOING TO LIKE 
 
 
Men's English 
1. I AM HUNGRY = I AM HUNGRY 
2. I AM SLEEPY = I AM SLEEPY 
3. I AM TIRED = I AM TIRED 
4. NICE DRESS = NICE CLEAVAGE 
5. I LOVE YOU = LET'S HAVE SEX NOW 
6. I AM BORED = DO YOU WANT TO HAVE SEX? 
7. WHAT'S WRONG? = I GUESS SEX IS OUT OF THE QUESTION 
8. MAY I HAVE THIS DANCE? = I'D LIKE TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU 
9. CAN I CALL YOU SOMETIME? = I'D LIKE TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU 
10. DO YOU WANT TO GO TO A MOVIE? = I'D LIKE TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU 
11. CAN I TAKE YOU OUT TO DINNER? = I'D LIKE TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU 
12. WILL YOU MARRY ME? = I WANT TO MAKE IT ILLEGAL FOR OTHER MEN TO HAVE 
SEX WITH YOU 
13. YOU LOOK TENSE, LET ME GIVE YOU A MASSAGE = I WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH 
YOU WITHIN THE NEXT 3 MINUTES 
14. LET'S TALK = I AM TRYING TO IMPRESS YOU BY SHOWING THAT I AM A DEEP 
PERSON AND I'D LIKE TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU 
15.I DON'T THINK THOSE SHOES GO WITH THAT OUTFIT = I'M GAY
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An Irishman, Englishman, and Scotsman were sitting in a bar in Sydney.
The view was fantastic, the beer excellent, and the food exceptional.

"But," said the Scotsman, "I still prefer the pubs back home. Why in
Glasgow there's a little bar called McTavish's. Now the Landlord there
goes out of his way for the locals so much that when you buy 4 drinks,
he'll buy the 5th one for you."

"Well," said the Englishman, "At my local, The Red Lion, the barman
there will buy your 3rd drink after you buy the first 2."

"Ha, that's nothing," said the Irishman. "Back home in Dublin, there's
Ryan's Bar. Now the moment you set foot in the place they'll buy you a
drink, then another...all the drinks you like. Then when you've had
enough drinks they'll take you upstairs and see that you get laid. All
of this is on the house."

The Englishman and the Scotsman immediately pour scorn on the Irishman's
claims, but he swears that it's true. "Well," said the Englishman, "Did
this actually happen to you?"

"No, not meself personally, no." said the Irishman, "But it did happen
to my sister!"


The Test
A first-grade teacher, Ms Brooks was having trouble with one of her
students. The teacher asked, "Harry what is your problem?"

Harry answered, "I'm too smart for the first-grade. My sister is in the
third-grade and I'm smarter than she is! I think I should be in the
third-grade too!"

Ms Brooks had had enough. She took Harry to the principal's office.
While Harry waited in the outer office, the teacher explained to the
principal what the situation was. The principal told Ms Brooks he would
give the boy a test and if he failed to answer any of his questions he
was to go back to the first-grade and behave.

She agreed. Harry was brought in and the conditions were explained to
him and he agreed to take the test.

Principal: "What is 3 x 3?"

Harry: "9".

Principal: "What is 6 x 6?"

Harry: "36".

And so it went with every question the principal thought a third-grader
should know.

The principal looks at Ms Brooks and tells her, "I think Harry can go to
the third-grade."

Ms Brooks says to the principal, "Let me ask him some questions?" The
principal and Harry both agree.

Ms Brooks asks, "What does a cow have four of that I have only two of ?

Harry, after a moment: "Legs."

Ms Brooks: "What is in your pants that you have but I do not have?" The
principal wondered, why does she ask such a question!

Harry replied: "Pockets."

Ms Brooks: "What does a dog do that a man steps into?"

Harry: "Pants"

Ms Brooks: What's starts with a C and ends with a T, is hairy, oval,
delicious and contains thin whitish liquid?

Harry: Coconut

The principal's eyes open really wide and before he could stop the
answer, Harry was taking charge.

Ms Brooks: What goes in hard and pink then comes out soft and sticky?

Harry: Bubblegum

Ms Brooks: What does a man do standing up, a woman do sitting down and a
dog do on three legs?" The principal's eyes open really wide and before
he could stop the answer.

Harry: Shake hands

Ms Brooks: Now I will ask some "Who am I" sort of questions, okay?

Harry: Yep.

Ms Brooks: You stick your poles inside me. You tie me down to get me up.
I get wet before you do.

Harry: Tent

Ms Brooks: A finger goes in me. You fiddle with me when you're bored.
The best man always has me first. The Principal was looking restless and
bit tense.

Harry: Wedding Ring

Ms Brooks: I come in many sizes. When I'm not well, I drip. When you
blow me, you feel good.

Harry: Nose

Ms Brooks: I have a stiff shaft. My tip penetrates. I come with a
quiver.

Harry: Arrow

Ms Brooks: What word starts with an 'F' and ends in 'K' that means a lot
of heat and excitement ?

Harry: Firetruck

The principal breathed a sigh of relief and told the teacher, "Put Harry
in the fifth-grade, I got the last ten questions wrong myself."

 

A man in a hot air balloon realized he was lost. He reduced altitude and spotted a woman below. He descended a bit more and shouted, "Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friend I would meet him an hour ago, but I don't know where I am."

The woman below replied, "You're in a hot air balloon hovering approximately 30 feet above the ground. You're between 40 and 41 degrees north latitude and between 59 and 60 degrees west longitude."

"You must be an engineer," said the balloonist.

"I am," replied the woman, "How did you know?"

"Well," answered the balloonist, "everything you told me is, technically correct, but I've no idea what to make of your information, and the fact is I'm still lost. Frankly, you've not been much help at all. If anything, you've delayed my trip."

The woman below responded, "You must be in Management."

"I am," replied the balloonist, "but how did you know?"

"Well," said the woman, "you don't know where you are or where you're going. You have risen to where you are due to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise, which you've no idea how to keep, and you expect people beneath you to solve your problems. The fact is you are in exactly the same position you were in before we met, but now, somehow, it's my fault."


You probably missed it in the rush of news last week, but there was actually a report that someone in Pakistan had published in a newspaper an offer of a reward to anyone who killed an American, any American. So, an Australian dentist wrote the following to let everyone know what an American is, so they would know when they found one.

"An American is English, or French, or Italian, Irish, German, Spanish, Polish, Russian, or Greek. An American may also be Canadian, Mexican, African, Indian, Chinese, Japanese, Australian, Iranian, Asian, or Arab, or Pakistani, or Afghan. An American may also be a Cherokee, Osage, Blackfoot, Navaho, Apache or one of the many other tribes known as native Americans. An American is Christian, or he could be Jewish, or Buddhist, or Muslim. In fact, there are more Muslims in America than in Afghanistan. The only difference is that in America, they are free to worship as each of them chooses. An American is also free to believe in no religion. For that, he will answer only to God, not to the government, or to armed thugs claiming to speak for the government and for God.

An American is from the most prosperous land in the history of the world. The root of that prosperity can be found in the Declaration of Independence, which recognizes the God-given right of each man and woman to the pursuit of happiness. An American is generous. Americans have helped out just about every other nation in the world in their time of need. When Afghanistan was overrun by the Soviet army twenty years ago, Americans came with arms and supplies to enable the people to win back their country. As of the morning of September 11, 2001, Americans had given more than any other nation to the poor in Afghanistan.

Americans welcome the best-the best products, the best books, the best music, the best food, the best athletes. But they also welcome the least. The national symbol of America, The Statue of Liberty, welcomes your tired and your poor, the wretched refuse of your teeming shores, the homeless, tempest-tossed. These, in fact, are the people who built America. Some of them were working in the Twin Towers the morning of September 11, earning a better life for their families. I've been told that the World Trade Center victims were from at least thirty other countries, cultures, and first languages-including those that aided and abetted the terrorists.

So, you can try to kill an American if you must. Hitler did. So did General Tojo, and Stalin, and Mao, and every blood thirsty tyrant in the history of the world. But, in doing so, you would just be killing yourself, because Americans are not a particular people from a particular place. They are the embodiment of the human spirit and freedom. Everyone who holds to that spirit, everywhere, is an American.


Puns

 
 
Practice safe eating - always use condiments.
 
Condoms should be used on every conceivable occasion.
 
A Freudian slip is when you say one thing but mean your mother.
 
A pessimist's blood type is always b-negative.
 
A hangover is the wrath of grapes.
 
A successful diet is the triumph of mind over platter.
 
A gossip is someone with a great sense of rumor.
 
A chicken crossing the road is poultry in motion.
 
A boiled egg in the morning is hard to beat.
 
A plateau is a high form of flattery.
 
Dancing cheek-to-cheek is really a form of floor play.
 
Corduroy pillows are making headlines.
 
Shotgun wedding: A case of wife or death.
Marriage is the mourning after the knot before.
 
Acupuncture is a jab well done.
 
Santa's helpers are subordinate clauses.
 
Every calendar's days are numbered.
 
Those who jump off a Paris bridge are in Seine.
 
Is a book on voyeurism a peeping tome?
 
Does the name Pavlov ring a bell?
 
What's the definition of a will? (It's a dead giveaway.)
 
Sea captains don't like crew cuts.
 
A backward poet writes inverse.
 
Energizer Bunny arrested - charged with battery.
 
Dijon vu - the same mustard as before.
 
Local Area Network in Australia: the LAN down under.
 
If you don't pay your exorcist, you get repossessed.
 
When two egotists meet, it's an I for an I.
 
When a clock is hungry, it goes back four seconds.
 
When you dream in color, it's a pigment of your imagination.
 
When an actress saw her first strands of gray hair, she thought she'd
dye.
 
Reading whilst sunbathing makes you well-red.
 
With her marriage, she got a new name and a dress.
 
Without geometry, life is pointless.
 
A man's home is his castle, in a manor of speaking.
 
A man needs a mistress just to break the monogamy.
 
A bicycle can't stand on its own because it is two-tired.
 
In democracy your vote counts. In feudalism your Count votes.
 
A lot of money is tainted. It taint yours and it taint mine.
 
Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.
 
I used to work in a blanket factory, but it folded.
 
She had a boyfriend with a wooden leg, but broke it off.
 
He had a photographic memory that was never developed.
 
Bakers trade bread recipes on a knead-to-know basis.
 
You feel stuck with your debt if you can't budge it.
 
He often broke into song because he couldn't find the key.
 
The man who fell into an upholstery machine is fully recovered.
 
A grenade thrown into a kitchen in France would result in Linoleum
Blownapart.
 
Show me a piano falling down a mine shaft, and I'll show you A flat
minor.
 
Once you've seen one shopping center, you've seen a mall.
 
The short fortune teller who escaped from prison was a small medium at
large.
 
The poor guy fell into a glass grinding machine and made a spectacle of
himself.
Those who get too big for their britches will be exposed in the end.
 
Marathon runners with bad footwear suffer the agony of defeat.

"Dear Abby:
> > I have been engaged for almost a year.
> > I am to be married next month. My fiancee's mother is
> > not only very attractive but really
> > great and understanding. She is putting the entire wedding
> > together and invited me to her place
> > to go over the invitation list because it had grown a bit
> > beyond what we had expected it to be.
> > When I got to her place we reviewed the list and trimmed
> > it down to just under a hundred ...
> > then she floored me. She said that in a month I would be a
> > married man and that before that
> > happened, she wanted to have sex with me. Then she just
> > stood up and walked to her bedroom and
> > on her way said that I knew where the front door was if
> > I wanted to leave. I stood there for
> > about five minutes and finally decided that I knew exactly
> > how to deal with this situation. I
> > headed straight out the front door . . . there, leaning against my
> > car was her husband, my father-in-law
> > to be. He was smiling. He explained that they just wanted
> > to be sure I was a good kid and would
> > be true to their little girl. I shook his hand and he
> > congratulated me on passing their
> > little test. Abby, should I tell my fiancee what her parents did,
> > and that I thought their "little test"
> > was asinine and insulting to my character? Or should I keep
> > the whole thing to myself including
> > the fact that the reason I was walking out to my car was to
> > get a condom?"


SAYING'S IN COURT


These are things people actually said in court, word for word, taken
down and published by court reporters -- who had the torment of staying
calm while these exchanges were actually taking place.


Q: Are you sexually active?

A: No, I just lie there.


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Q: What is your date of birth?

A: July fifteenth.

Q: What year?

A: Every year.


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Q: What gear were you in at the moment of the impact?

A: Gucci sweats and Reeboks


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Q: This myasthenia gravis, does it affect your memory at all?

A: Yes.

Q: And in what ways does it affect your memory?

A: I forget.

Q: You forget. Can you give us an example of something that you have
forgotten?


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Q: How old is your son, the one living with you?

A: Thirty eight or thirty five, I can't remember which.

Q: How long has he lived with you?

A: Forty five years.


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Q: What was the first thing your husband said to you when he woke up
that morning?

A: He said, "Where am I Cathy?"

Q: And why did that upset you?

A: My name is Susan.


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Q: Do you know if your daughter has ever been involved in voodoo or
the occult?

A: We both do.

Q: Voodoo?

A: We do.

Q: You do?

A: Yes, voodoo.


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Q: Now doctor, Isn't it true that when a person dies in his sleep,
he doesn't know about it until the next morning?


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Q: The youngest son, the twenty-year old, how old is he?


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Q: Were you present when your picture was taken?


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Q: So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th?

A: Yes.

Q: And what were you doing at that time?


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Q: S! he had three children, right?

A: Yes. Q: How many were boys?

A: None.

Q: Were there any girls?


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Q: How was your first marriage terminated?

A: By death.

Q: And by whose death was it terminated?


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Q: Can you describe the individual?

A: He was about medium height and had a beard.

Q: Was this a male or a female?


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Q: Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a disposition
notice, which I sent to your attorney?

A: No, this is how I dress when I go to work.


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Q: Doctor, How many autopsies have you performed on dead people?

A: All my autopsies are performed on dead people.


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Q: All your responses must be oral, OK? What school did you go to?

A: Oral.


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Q: Do you recall the time that you examined the body?

A: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.

Q: And Mr. Dennington was dead at the time?

A: No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was doing an
autopsy.


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Q: Are you qualified to give a urine sample?


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Q: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?

A: No.

Q: Did you check for blood pressure?

A: No.

Q: Did you check for breathing?

A: No.

Q: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began
the autopsy?

A: No.

Q: How can you be so sure, doctor?

A: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.

Q: But could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless?

A: Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing
law somewhere.


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Q: And where was the location of the accident?

A: Approximately milepost 499.

Q: And where is milepost 499?

A: Probably between milepost 498 and 500.


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Q: Sir, What is your IQ?

A: Well, I can see pretty well, I think.


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Q: Did you blow your horn or anything?

A: After the accident?

Q: Before the accident.

A: Sure. I played for 10 years. I even went to school for it.


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Q: Trooper, when you stopped the defendant, were your red and blue
Lights flashing?

A: Yes.

Q: Did the defendant say anything when she got out of her car?

A: Yes, sir.

Q: What did she say?

A: What disco am I at?


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Q: You say the stairs went down to the basement?

A: Yes.

Q: And these stairs, did they go up also?


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Judge: Well Sir, I have reviewed this case and I've decided to give
your wife $775 a week."

Husband: "That's fair, you honor. I'll try to send her a few bucks
myself.


GREAT TRUTHS ABOUT LIFE, THAT ADULTS HAVE LEARNED:
1) Raising teenagers is like nailing Jell-O to a tree.
2) Wrinkles don't hurt.
3) Families are like fudge . . .mostly sweet, with a few nuts.
4) Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.
5) Laughing is good exercise. It's like jogging on the inside.
6) Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fiber,  not the
joy.

GREAT TRUTHS ABOUT GROWING OLD
1) Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.
2) Forget the health food. I need all the preservatives I can get.
3) When you fall down, you wonder what else you can do while  you're
down there.
4) You're getting old when you get the same sensation from a rocking
chair that you once got from a roller coaster.
5) It's frustrating when you know all the answers, but  nobody bothers
to ask you the questions.
6) Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician.
7) Wisdom comes with age, but sometimes age comes alone.

THE FOUR STAGES OF LIFE:
1) You believe in Santa Claus.
2) You don't believe in Santa Claus.
3) You are Santa Claus.
4) You look like Santa Claus.

SUCCESS:
At age 4 success is . . . not peeing in your pants.
At age 12 success is . . . having friends.
At age 16 success is . . . having a drivers license.
At age 20 success is . . . having sex.
At age 35 success is . . . having money.
At age 50 success is . . . having money.
At age 60 success is . . . having sex.
At age 70 success is . . . having a drivers license.
At age 75 success is . . . having friends.
At age 80 success is . . . not peeing in your pants.


THINGS YOU'D LOVE TO SAY... BUT DON'T DARE TO

1.
I can see your point, but I still think you're full of it.

2.
I don't know what your problem is, but I'll bet it's hard to pronounce.

3.
How about never? Is never good for you?

4.
I see you've set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public.

5.
I'm really easy to get along with once you people learn to worship me.

6.
I'll try being nicer if you'll try being smarter.

7.
I'm out of my mind, but feel free to leave a message.

8.
I don't work here. I'm a consultant.

9.
It sounds like English, but I can't understand a word you're saying.

10.I like you. You remind me of when I was young and stupid.

11.Ahhh...I see the screw-up fairy has visited us again...

12.You are validating my inherent mistrust of strangers.

13.I have plenty of talent and vision, I just don't give a darn.

14.Visualizing? I'm already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth.

15.I will always cherish the initial misconceptions I had about you
being competent.

16.Thank you. We're all refreshed and challenged by your unique point
of view.

17.The fact that no one understands you doesn't mean you're an artist.

18.Any connection between your reality and mine is purely coincidental.


Only in America...... ...........can a pizza get to your house
faster than an ambulance. ......are there handicap parking places in
front of a skating rink. ......do drugstores make the sick walk all the
way to the back of the store to get their prescriptions while healthy
people can buy cigarettes at the front. ......do people order double
cheeseburgers, large fries, and a diet coke. ......do banks leave both
doors open and then chain the pens to the counters. ....do we leave
cars worth thousands of dollars in the driveway and put our useless junk
in the garage. ......do we use answering machines to screen calls and
then have call waiting so we won't miss a call from someone we didn't
want to talk to in the first place. .....do we buy hot dogs in
packages of ten and buns in packages of eight. ......do we use the
word 'politics' to describe the process so well: 'Poli' in Latin
meaning 'many' and 'tics' meaning 'bloodsucking creatures'. only in
America ......do they have drive-up ATM machines with Braille lettering


 

Subject: Just what I wish for my grandchildren by Paul Harvey

We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse. For my grandchildren, I'd like better.

I'd really like for them to know about hand me down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meat loaf sandwiches. I really would.

I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated.

I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car.

And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen.

It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep.

I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.

I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother/sister. And it's all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room, but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he's scared, I hope you let him.

When you want to see a movie and your little brother/sister wants to tag along, I hope you'll let him/her.

I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.

On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don't ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won't be seen riding with someone as uncool as your Mom.

If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one.

I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books.

When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head.

I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a boy\girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like.

May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.

I don't care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don't like it. And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he is not your friend.

I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandma/Grandpa and go fishing with your Uncle.

May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.

I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through your neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Hanukah/Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.

These things I wish for you - tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness. To me, it's the only way to appreciate life.

Written with a pen, Sealed with a kiss, I'm here for you. And if I die before you do, I'll go to heaven and wait.


THE SENILITY PRAYER

 God grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway,
 the  good fortune to run into the ones that I do, and the eyesight to
 tell the difference.


Now that I'm 'older' (but refuse to grow up), here's what I've
 discovered:

 ONE- I started out with nothing, and I still have most of it.

TWO- My wild oats have turned into prunes and All Bran.

  THREE- I finally got my head together; now my body is falling apart.

FOUR- Funny, I don't remember being absent minded...

  FIVE- All reports are in; life is now officially unfair.
 SIX- If all is not lost, where is it?

SEVEN- It is easier to get older than it is to get wiser.

   EIGHT- Some days you're the dog; some days you're the hydrant.

  NINE- I wish the buck stopped here; I sure could use a few...

TEN- Kids in the back seat cause accidents.

 ELEVEN- Accidents in the back seat cause...kids.

  TWELVE- It's hard to make a comeback when you haven't been anywhere.

   THIRTEEN- The only time the world beats a path to your door is when you're in the bathroom.

  FOURTEEN- If God wanted me to touch my toes, he would have put them on my knees.

   FIFTEEN- When I'm finally holding all the cards, why does everyone decide to play chess?

   SIXTEEN- It's not hard to meet expenses...  they're everywhere.

   SEVENTEEN- The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth.

   EIGHTEEN- These days, I spend a lot of time thinking about the hereafter...I  go somewhere to get something and then wonder what I'm here after.


 NINETEEN- I  AM UNABLE TO REMEMBER IF I HAVE MAILED THIS TO YOU BEFORE OR NOT................


A wonderful Message by George Carlin

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but
shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but
have less. We buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller
families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees, but less
sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems,
more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little,
drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too
little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our
possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and
hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've
added years to life not life to years.
We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the
street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.
We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've
learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more
information, to produce more copies than, but communicate less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small
character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of
two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days
of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway mortality, one night stands,
overweight bodies, and pill that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to
kill.
It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the
stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time
when you can choose either to share this insight, or just hit delete.
Remember, spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going
to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only
treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.
Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most
of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep
inside of you. Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday
that person will not be there again. Give time to love, give time to speak and
give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.


What I've Learned

I've learned that I like my teacher because she cries when we sing "Silent Night" .........Age 6

I've learned that you can't hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk.......... Age 7

I've learned that when I wave to people in the country, they stop what they are doing and wave back .........Age 9

I've learned that just when I get my room the way I like it, Mom makes me clean it up .............Age 13

I've learned that if you want to cheer yourself up, you should try cheering someone else up ......Age 14

I've learned that although it's hard to admit it, I'm secretly glad my parents are strict with me .....Age 15

I've learned that everyone is insecure sometimes...........Age 19

I've learned that silent company is often more healing than words of advice .......Age 24

I've learned that brushing my child's hair is one of life's greatest pleasures ..........Age 26

I've learned that wherever I go, the world's worst drivers have followed me there ..........Age 29

I've learned that if someone says something unkind about me, I must live so that no one will believe it .............Age 39

I've learned that there are people who love you dearly but just don't know how to show it .........Age 41

I've learned that you make some one's day by simply sending them a little card ..........Age 44

I've learned that the greater a person's sense of guilt, the greater his need to cast blame on others ...........Age 46

I've learned that children and grandparents are natural allies........Age 47

I've learned that singing "Amazing Grace" can lift my spirits for hours........Age 49

I've learned that motel mattresses are better on the side away from the phone .....Age 50

I've learned that you can tell a lot about a man by the way he handles these 3 things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.......Age 52

I've learned that keeping a vegetable garden is worth a medicine cabinet full of pills ........ Age 52

I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you miss them terribly after they die........Age 53

I've learned that making a living is not the same thing as making a life.......Age 58

I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance..............Age 62

I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catchers mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back...........Age 64

I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But if you focus on your family, the needs of others, your work, meeting new people, and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you........Age 65

I've learned that whenever I decide something with kindness, I usually make the right decision .....Age 66

I've learned that everyone can use a prayer .........Age 72

I've learned that it pays to believe in miracles. And to tell you the truth, I've seen several ..........Age 73

I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one........Age 82

I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love that human touch - holding hands, a warm hug, or just a
friendly pat on the back ............Age 85

I've learned that I still have a lot to learn ..........Age 92


The following is by ANDY ROONEY

I've learned.... That the best classroom in the 
> world is at the feet of an elderly person. 

> I've learned.... That when you're in love, it 
> shows. 

> I've learned.... That just one person saying to 
> me, "You've made my day!" makes my day. 

> I've learned.... That having a child fall asleep 
> in your arms is one of the most peaceful 
> feelings in the world. 

> I've learned.... That being kind is more 
> important than being right. 

> I've learned.... That you should never say no to 
> a gift from a child. 

> I've learned.... That I can always pray for 
> someone when I don't have the strength to help him in some other way. 

> I've learned.... That no matter how serious your life requires you to be, everyone needs a friend to act goofy with. 

> I've learned.... That sometimes all a person 
> needs is a hand to hold and a heart to 
> understand. 

> I've learned.... That simple walks with my father around the block on summer nights when I as a child did wonders for me as an adult. 

> I've learned.... That life is like a roll of 
> toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the 
> faster it goes. 

> I've learned.... That we should be glad God 
> doesn't give us everything we ask for. 

> I've learned.... That money doesn't buy class. 

> I've learned.... That it's those small daily 
> happenings that make life so spectacular. 

> I've learned... That under everyone's hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved. 

> I've learned.... That the Lord didn't do it all 
> in one day. What makes me think I can? 

> I've learned.... That to ignore the facts does 
> not change the facts. 

> I've learned.... That when you plan to get even 
> with someone, you are only letting that person 
> continue to hurt you. 

> I've learned.... That love, not time, heals all 
> wounds. 

> I've learned.... That the easiest way for me to 
> grow as a person is to surround myself with 
> people smarter than I am. 

> I've learned.... That everyone you meet deserves to be greeted with a smile. 

> I've learned.... That there's nothing sweeter 
> than sleeping with your babies and feeling their breath on your cheeks. 

> I've learned.... That no one is perfect until you 
> fall in love with them. 

> I've learned.... That life is tough, but I'm 
> tougher. 

> I've learned.... That opportunities are never 
> lost; someone will take the ones you miss. 

> I've learned.... That when you harbor bitterness, happiness will dock elsewhere. 

> I've learned.... That I wish I could have told my Dad that I love him one more time before he 
> passed away. 

> I've learned.... That one should keep his words 
> both soft and tender, because tomorrow he may have to eat them. 

> I've learned.... That a smile is an inexpensive 
> way to improve your looks. 

> I've learned.... That I can't choose how I feel, 
> but I can choose what I do about it. 

> I've learned.... That when your newly born 
> grandchild holds your little finger in his little 
> fist, that you're hooked for life. 

> I've learned.... That everyone wants to live on 
> top of the mountain, but all the happiness and 
> growth occurs while you're climbing it. 

> I've learned ... That it is best to give advice 
> in only two circumstances; when it is requested and when it is a life-threatening situation. 

> I've learned.... That the less time I have to 
> work with, the more things I get done. 


Guns Vs. Doctors

Number of physicians in the US: 700,000.

Accidental deaths caused by physicians per year: 120,000 (More than twice the number of U.S. service members lost in Vietnam).

Accidental deaths per physician: 0.171 (U.S. Dept. of Health & Human Services)

Number of gun owners in the US: 80,000,000.
Number of accidental gun deaths per year (all age groups): 1,500.
Accidental deaths per gun owner: 0.0000188

Statistically, doctors are approximately 9,000 times more dangerous than gun owners.

"FACT: Not everyone has a gun, but everyone has at least one Doctor."

Please alert your friends to this alarming threat. We must ban doctors before this gets out of hand.

As a Public Health Measure, I have withheld the statistics on Lawyers for fear that the shock could cause people to seek medical aid.


An English doctor of the Royal Army Medical Corps, during the Great War, was
posted to a Field Hospital belonging to a Scottish division . One of the
Scottish doctors shows him around, first they visit a ward with men with
bullet and shrapnel wounds, next a ward of men with broken limbs, then a
ward full of gas casualties, and one with men with trench foot and trench
fever. Finally he is shown into a ward with a number of patients who show no
obvious signs of injury.

He goes to examine the
first man he sees, and the man proclaims: "Fair fa' yer sonsie face,
Great chieftain e' the puddin' race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
painch tripe or thairm: Weel are ye wordy o' a grace as lang's my arm."

The Englishman, somewhat
taken aback, goes to the next patient,and immediately the patient
launches into: "Some hae meat, and cannaeat, And some wad eat that want
it, But we hae meat and we can eat, Andsae the Lord be thankit."

This continues with the
next patient: "Wee sleekit cow'rin tim'rousbeastie, O what a panic's in
thy breastie! Thou need na start awa saehasty, Wi bickering brattle I
wad be laith to run and chase thee, Wi murdering prattle!"

"Well," the Englishman
mutters to his Scottish colleague, "I see you saved the psychiatric ward
for the last."

"Nay, nay," the Scottish
doctor corrected him, "this is the Serious Burns unit."


Can you imagine working for a company that has a little more than 500 
employees and has the following statistics: 
29 have been accused of spousal abuse 
7 have been arrested for fraud 
19 have been accused of writing bad checks 
117 have directly or indirectly bankrupt at leased 2 businesses 
3 have done time for assault 
71 cannot get a credit card due to bad credit 
14 have been arrested on drug-related charges 
8 have been arrested for shoplifting 
21 are currently defendants in lawsuits 
84 have been arrested for drunk driving in the last year 
.
Can you guess which organization this is?
.
It's the 535 members of the United States Congress. The same group that crank out hundreds of new laws each year designed to keep the rest of us in line. 



Three men were discussing aging at the nursing home. 

"Sixty is the worst age to be," said the 60-year-old. You always feel
like you have to pee. And most of the time, you stand at the toilet and
nothing comes out!" 

"Ah, that's nothin'," said the 70-year-old. "When you're seventy, you can't even crap anymore. You take laxatives, eat bran, you sit on the toilet all day and nothin' comes out!" 

"Actually," said the 80-year-old, "Eighty is the worst age of all." 

"Do you have trouble peeing too?" asked the 60-year-old. 

"No, not really. I pee every morning at 6:00. I pee like a racehorse on a flat rock; no problem at all." 

"Do you have trouble crapping?" "No, I crap every morning at 6:30." 

With great exasperation, the 60-year-old said, "Let me get this straight.
You pee every morning at 6:00 and crap every morning at 6:30. So what's so tough about being 80?" 

"I don't wake up until 7:00." 


A young Jewish man excitedly tells his mother he's fallen in love and going
to get married. He says, "Just for fun, Ma, I'm going to bring over 3 women
and you try and guess which one I'm going to marry."

The mother agrees. The next day, he brings 3 beautiful women into the house
and sits them down on the couch and they chat for a while. He then says,
"Okay, Ma. Guess which one I'm going to marry."

She immediately replies, "The red-head in middle."

"That's amazing, Ma. You're right. How did you know?"

"I don't like her."


Something to think about:

If we could shrink the earth's population to a village of precisely 100
people, with all the existing human ratios remaining the same, it would look
something like the following.

There would be:

57 Asians
21 Europeans
14 from the Western Hemisphere, both north and south
8 Africans

52 would be female
48 would be male

70 would be non-white
30 would be white

70 would be non-Christian
30 would be Christian

89 would be heterosexual
11 would be homosexual

6 people would possess 59% of the entire world's wealth and all six would be
from the United States.
80 would live in substandard housing
70 would be unable to read
50 would suffer from malnutrition
1 would be near death; 1 would be near birth
1 (yes, only 1) would have a college education
and only 1 would own a computer

When one considers our world from such a compressed perspective, the need
for acceptance, understanding and education becomes glaringly apparent.

The following is also something to ponder...

If you woke up this morning with more health than illness...you are more
blessed than the million who will not survive this week.

If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation ... you are ahead of 500 million people in the world.

If you can attend a church meeting without fear of harassment, arrest, torture, or death...you are more blessed than three billion people in the world.

If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep... you are richer than 75% of this world.

If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish someplace...you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy.

If your parents are still alive and still married... you are very rare, even in the United States and Canada.

If you hold up your head with a smile on your face and are truly thankful...you are blessed because the majority can, but most do not.

If you can hold someone's hand, hug them, or even touch them on the shoulder...you are blessed because you can offer healing touch.

If you can read this message, you just received a double blessing in that someone was thinking of you, and furthermore, you are more blessed than over
two billion people in the world that cannot read at all.

And the sin of all of this is that we still want more..... Makes you think doesn't it?


Changes to the English Language...


The European Commission has just announced an agreement whereby English will be the official language
of the European Union rather than German, which was the other possibility. As part of the negotiations, Her
Majesty's Government conceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a
5-year phase-in plan that would be known as "Euro-English".

In the first year, 's' will replace the soft 'c'. Sertainly, this will make the sivil servants jump with joy. The hard 'c'
will be dropped in favor of the 'k'. This should klear up konfusion and keyboards kan have one less letter.

There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year when the troublesome 'ph' will be replased with
the 'f'. This will make words like 'fotograf' 20% shorter!

In the 3rd year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expected to reach the stage where more
komplikated changes are possible. Governments will enkorage the removal of double leters which have
always ben a deterent to akurate speling. Also, al wil agre that the horible mes of the silent 'e' in the languag is
disgrasful and it should go away.

By the 4th year, peopl wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing 'th' with 'z' and 'w' wiz 'v'. During ze fifz year ze
unesesary 'o' kan be dropd from vords kontaining 'ou' and similar changes vud of kurs be aplid to ozer
kombinations of leters. After ze fifz yer ve vil hav a rali sensibl ritn styl. Zer vil be no mor trubl or difikultis and
evriun vil find it ezi tu undrstand ech ozer.

Zen Z Drem Vil Finali Kum Tru !!! 


An older couple went to a sex therapist's office. 
The doctor asked, "What can I do for you?" 
The man said, "Will you watch us have sexual intercourse?" 
The doctor looked puzzled, but agreed. 
When the couple finished, the doctor said, "There's nothing wrong with the way you have intercourse," and charged them $50 for his services. 
This happened several weeks in a row. The couple would make an
appointment, have intercourse with no problems, pay the doctor, then
leave. 
Finally the doctor asked, "Just exactly what are you trying to find
out?" 
The man said, "We're not trying to find out anything. She's married, so we can't go to her house. I'm married, so we can't go to my house. The Holiday Inn charges $110. The Hilton charges $118. We do it here for $50, and I get $43 back from Medicare." 


For 50 years, the Harvard Law School Forum has been sponsoring speeches
by luminaries ranging from Fidel Castro to Gerald Ford to Dr. Ruth.
Sometimes the speeches have generated a bit of media coverage, sometimes

not. But one given last month by Charlton Heston has taken on a life of
its
own.

Heston, the actor and conservative activist, delivered a stem-winder to about 200 listeners about "a cultural war that's about to hijack your birthright to think and say what resides in your heart."

"He knew he was coming to a liberal environment, and clearly a group of his listeners was conservative and another was more liberal," said David

Christopherson, president of the forum. "About half respectfully challenged him during the questions. It generated a lot of debate around the campus. But what happened caught us off-guard."

What happened was Rush Limbaugh's radio talk show. On March 15, Limbaugh read the entire speech on the air, only to find himself bombarded with thousands of requests for a copy of it. The same thing happened at Harvard Law.

"We couldn't keep up with all the requests," said Mike Chmura at Harvard. "It really didn't have legs and might have been forgotten if Mr. Limbaugh hadn't decided to deliver it."

'Winning the Cultural War' - Charlton Heston's Speech to the Harvard Law School Forum, Feb 16, 1999

I remember my son when he was five, explaining to his kindergarten class what his father did for a living. "My Daddy," he said, "pretends to be people." There have been quite a few of them. Prophets from the Old and New Testaments, a couple of Christian saints, generals of various nationalities and different centuries, several kings, three American presidents, a French cardinal and two geniuses, including Michelangelo.

If you want the ceiling repainted I'll do my best. There always seem to be a lot of different fellows up here. I'm never sure which one of them gets to talk. Right now, I guess I'm the guy.

As I pondered our visit tonight it struck me: If my Creator gave me the gift to connect you with the hearts and minds of those great men, then I want to use that same gift now to reconnect you with your own sense of liberty of your own freedom of thought ... your own compass for what is right.

Dedicating the memorial at Gettysburg, Abraham Lincoln said of America, "We are now engaged in a great Civil War, testing whether this nation or any nation so conceived and so dedicated can long endure." Those words are true again. I believe that we are again engaged in a great civil
war, a cultural war that's about to hijack your birthright to think and say what resides in your heart. I fear you no longer trust the pulsing lifeblood of liberty inside you ... the stuff that made this country rise from wilderness into the miracle that it is.

Let me back up. About a year ago I became president of the National Rifle Association, which protects the right to keep and bear arms. I ran for office, I was elected, and now I serve ... I serve as a moving target for the media who've called me everything from "ridiculous" and "duped" to a "brain-injured, senile, crazy old man." I know ... I'm
pretty old ... but I sure, Lord, ain't senile.

As I have stood in the crosshairs of those who target Second Amendment freedoms, I've realized that firearms are not the only issue. No, it's much, much bigger than that.

I've come to understand that a cultural war is raging across our land, in which, with Orwellian fervor, certain acceptable thoughts and speech are mandated. For example, I marched for civil rights with Dr. King in 1963 - long before Hollywood found it fashionable. But when I told an audience last year that white pride is just as valid as black pride or red pride or anyone else's pride, they called me a racist.

I've worked with brilliantly talented homosexuals all my life. But when I told an audience that gay rights should extend no further than your rights or my rights, I was called a homophobe. I served in World War II against the Axis powers. But during a speech, when I drew an analogy
between singling out innocent Jews and singling out innocent gun owners, I was called an anti-Semite. Everyone I know knows I would never raise a closed fist against my country. But when I asked an audience to oppose this cultural persecution, I was compared to Timothy McVeigh.

From Time magazine to friends and colleagues, they're essentially saying, "Chuck, how dare you speak your mind. You are using language not authorized for public consumption!" But I am not afraid. If Americans
believed in political correctness, we'd still be King George's boys --subjects bound to the British crown.

In his book, "The End of Sanity," Martin Gross writes that "blatantly irrational behavior is rapidly being established as the norm in almost every area of human endeavor. There seem to be new customs, new rules, new anti-intellectual theories regularly foisted on us from every direction. Underneath, the nation is roiling. Americans know something without a name is undermining the nation, turning the mind mushy when it comes to separating truth from falsehood and right from wrong. And they don't like it."

Let me read a few examples. At Antioch college in Ohio, young men seeking intimacy with a coed must get verbal permission at each step of the process from kissing to petting to final copulation ... all clearly spelled out in a printed college directive.

In New Jersey, despite the death of several patients nationwide who had been infected by dentists who had concealed their AIDs --- the state commissioner announced that health providers who are HIV-positive need
not ..... need not ..... tell their patients that they are infected.

At William and Mary, students tried to change the name of the school team "The Tribe" because it was supposedly insulting to local Indians, only to learn that authentic Virginia chiefs truly like the name.

In San Francisco, city fathers passed an ordinance protecting the rights of transvestites to cross-dress on the job, and for transsexuals to have separate toilet facilities while undergoing sex change surgery.

In New York City, kids who don't speak a word of Spanish have been placed in bilingual classes to learn their three R's in Spanish solely because their last names sound Hispanic.

At the University of Pennsylvania, in a state where thousands died at Gettysburg opposing slavery, the president of that college officially set up segregated dormitory space for black students. Yeah, I know ...
that's out of bounds now. Dr. King said "Negroes." Jimmy Baldwin and most of us on the March said "black." But it's a no-no now. For me,hyphenated identities are awkward ... particularly "Native-American." I'm a Native American, for God's sake. I also happen to be a blood-initiated brother of the Miniconjou Sioux. On my wife's side, my grandson is a thirteenth generation native American ... with a capital letter on "American."

Finally, just last month ... David Howard, head of the Washington D.C. Office of Public Advocate, used the word "niggardly" while talking to colleagues about budgetary matters. Of course, "niggardly" means stingy
or scanty. But within days Howard was forced to publicly apologize and resign. As columnist Tony Snow wrote: "David Howard got fired because some people in public employ were morons who (a) didn't know the meaning of niggardly, (b) didn't know how to use a dictionary to discover the meaning, and (c) actually demanded that he apologize for their ignorance."

What does all of this mean? It means that telling us what to think has evolved into telling us what to say, so telling us what to do can't be far behind. Before you claim to be a champion of free thought, tell me: Why did political correctness originate on America's campuses? And why
do you continue to tolerate it? Why do you, who're supposed to debate ideas, surrender to their suppression?

Let's be honest. Who here thinks your professors can say what they really believe? It scares me to death, and should scare you too, that the superstition of political correctness rules the halls of reason. You are the best and the brightest. You, here in the fertile cradle of American academia, here in the castle of learning on the Charles River, you are the cream. But I submit that you, and your counterparts across
the land, are the most socially conformed and politically silenced generation since Concord Bridge. And as long as you validate that ... and abide it ... you are -- by your grandfathers' standards -- cowards.

Here's another example. Right now at more than one major university, Second Amendment scholars and researchers are being told to shut up about their findings or they'll lose their jobs. Why? Because their research findings would undermine big-city mayor's pending lawsuits that seek to extort hundreds of millions of dollars from firearm
manufacturers.

I don't care what you think about guns. But if you are not shocked atthat, I am shocked at you. Who will guard the raw material of unfettered
 ideas, if not you? Who will defend the core value of academia, if you supposed soldiers of free thought and expression lay down your arms and plead, "Don't shoot me."

If you talk about race, it does not make you a racist. If you see distinctions between the genders, it does not make you a sexist. If you think critically about a denomination, it does not make you anti-religion. If you accept but don't celebrate homosexuality, it does not make you a homophobe. Don't let America's universities continue to serve as incubators for this rampant epidemic of new McCarthyism.

But what can you do? How can anyone prevail against such pervasive social subjugation? The answer's been here all along. I learned it 36 years ago, on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial in Washington, DC, standing with Dr. Martin Luther King and two hundred thousand people.

You simply ... disobey. Peaceably, yes. Respectfully, of course. Nonviolently, absolutely. But when told how to think or what to say or how to behave, we don't. We disobey social protocol that stifles and stigmatizes personal freedom. I learned the awesome power of disobedience from Dr. King ... who learned it from Gandhi, and Thoreau, and Jesus, and every other great man who led those in the right against those with the might.

Disobedience is in our DNA. We feel innate kinship with that disobedient spirit that tossed tea into Boston Harbor, that sent Thoreau to jail, that refused to sit in the back of the bus, that protested a war in Viet Nam. In that same spirit, I am asking you to disavow cultural correctness with massive disobedience of rogue authority, social directives and onerous laws that weaken personal freedom.

But be careful ... it hurts. Disobedience demands that you put yourself at risk. Dr. King stood on lots of balconies. You must be willing to be humiliated .... to endure the modern-day equivalent of the police dogs at Montgomery and the water cannons at Selma. You must be willing to
experience discomfort. I'm not complaining, but my own decades of social activism have taken their toll on me. Let me tell you a story.

A few years back I heard about a rapper named Ice-T who was selling a CD called "Cop Killer" celebrating ambushing and murdering police officers. It was being marketed by none other than Time/Warner, the biggest entertainment conglomerate in the world. Police across the country were outraged. Rightfully so-at least one had been murdered. But Time/Warner was stonewalling because the CD was a
cash cow for them, and the media were tiptoeing around it because the rapper was black. I heard Time/Warner had a stockholders meeting scheduled in Beverly Hills. I owned some shares at the time, so I decided to attend.

What I did there was against the advice of my family and colleagues. I asked for the floor. To a hushed room of a thousand average American stockholders, I simply read the full lyrics of "Cop Killer"- every vicious, vulgar, instructional word.

"I GOT MY 12 GAUGE SAWED OFF. I GOT MY HEADLIGHTS TURNED OFF. I'M
ABOUT TO BUST SOME SHOTS OFF. I'M ABOUT TO DUST SOME COPS OFF..."

It got worse, a lot worse. I won't read the rest of it to you. But trust me, the room was a sea of shocked, frozen, blanched faces. The Time/Warner
executives squirmed in their chairs and stared at their shoes. They hated me for that. Then I delivered another volley of sick lyric brimming with racist filth, where Ice-T fantasizes about sodomizing two 12-year old nieces of Al and Tipper Gore. "SHE PUSHED HER BUTT AGAINST MY ...."

Well, I won't do to you here what I did to them. Let's just say I left the room in echoing silence. When I read the lyrics to the waiting press corps, one of them said "We can't print that." "I know," I replied, "but Time/Warner's selling it." Two months later, Time/Warner terminated Ice-T's contract. I'll never be offered another film by Warner's, or get a good review from Time magazine. But disobedience means you must be willing to act, not just talk.

When a mugger sues his elderly victim for defending herself ... jam the switchboard of the district attorney's office.

When your university is pressured to lower standards until 80% of the students graduate with honors ... choke the halls of the board of regents.

When an 8-year-old boy pecks a girl's cheek on the playground and gets hauled into court for sexual harassment ... march on that school and block its doorways.

When someone you elected is seduced by political power and betrays you...petition them, oust them, banish them.

When Time magazine's cover portrays millennium nuts as deranged, crazy Christians holding a cross as it did last month ... boycott their magazine and the products it advertises.

So that this nation may long endure, I urge you to follow in the hallowed footsteps of the great disobedience's of history that freed exiles, founded religions, defeated tyrants, and yes, in the hands of an aroused rabble in arms and a few great men, by God's grace, built this country.

If Dr. King were here, I think he would agree. Thank you


I wonder how much deeper the ocean would be without sponges.


Dirt Roads

What's mainly wrong with society today is
that too many Dirt Roads have been paved.
There's not a problem in America today --
crime, drugs, education, divorce, delinquency
 -- that wouldn't be remedied, if we just had
more Dirt Roads, because Dirt Roads give
character.

People that live at the end of Dirt Roads learn early on that life is a bumpy ride. That it can jar you right down to your teeth sometimes, but it's worth it, if at the end is home . . . a loving spouse, happy kids,  and a dog. We wouldn't have near the trouble with our educational system if our kids got their exercise walking a Dirt Road with other kids, from whom they learn how to get along.

There was less crime in our streets before
 they were paved. Criminals didn't walk two dusty miles to rob or rape if they knew
 they'd be welcomed by five barking dogs
and a double-barrel shotgun. And there
were no drive-by shootings.
Our values were better when our roads
were worse! People did not worship their
cars more than their kids, and motorists
were more courteous -- they didn't tailgate
by riding the bumper or the guy in front
 would choke you with dust and bust your
 windshield with rocks. Dirt Roads taught
 patience.

Dirt Roads were environmentally friendly.
You didn't hop in your car for a quart of milk -- you walked to the barn for your milk. For your mail, you walked to the mail box. What if it rained and the Dirt Road got washed out? That was the best part . . . then you stayed home and had some family time, roasted marshmallows, and popped popcorn, and pony rode on Daddy's shoulders, and learned how to
make prettier quilts than anybody.

At the end of Dirt Roads, you soon learned that bad words tasted like soap. Most paved roads lead to trouble; Dirt Roads more likely lead to a fishing creek or a swimming hole.

At the end of a Dirt Road, the only time
 we even locked our car was in August,
because if we didn't, some neighbor would fill it with too much zucchini.

At the end of a Dirt Road, there was always extra springtime income, from when city dudes would get stuck, you'd have to hitch up a team and pull them out. Usually you got a dollar . . . always you got a new friend . . . at the end of a Dirt Road.

 -- Paul Harvey


God populated the earth with broccoli and cauliflower and spinach, Green and yellow vegetables of all kinds, so Man and Woman would live long and healthy lives.

And the Devil created McDonald's. And McDonald's brought forth the 79-cent double cheeseburger.

And the Devil said to Man: "You want fries with that?"

And Man said: "Supersize them." And Man gained 5 pounds.

And God created the healthful yogurt, that woman might keep her figure that man found so fair.

And the Devil brought forth chocolate. And Woman gained 5 pounds. And Ben and Jerry's. And Woman gained 10 pounds.

And God sent heart-healthy vegetables and olive oil with which to cook them.

And the Devil brought forth chicken-fried steak so big it needed its own platter. And Man gained 10 pounds and his bad cholesterol went through the roof.

And God brought forth running shoes and Man resolved to lose those extra pounds.

And the Devil brought forth cable TV with remote control so Man would not have to toil to change channels between ESPN and ESPN2. And Man gained another 20 pounds.

And God brought forth the potato, a vegetable naturally low in fat and brimming with nutrition.

And the Devil peeled off the healthful skin and sliced the starchy center into chips and deep-fat fried them. And the Devil created sour cream dip.

And Man clutched his remote control and ate the potato chips swaddled in cholesterol. And Man went into cardiac arrest.

And God sighed and created quadruple bypass surgery.

And the Devil canceled Man's health insurance.

God showed Woman how to peel the skin off chicken and cook the nourishing whole grain brown rice.

And the Devil created light beer so Man could poison his body with alcohol while feeling righteous because he had to drink twice as much of the now-insipid brew to get the same buzz. And Man gained another ten pounds.

And God created the life-giving tofu. And Woman ventured forth into the land of Godiva Chocolate and upon returning asked Man: "Do I look fat?"

And the man told the truth. And Woman went out from the presence of man and dwelt in the land of the divorce lawyer, east of the marriage counselor.

And Woman put aside the seeds of the earth and took unto herself comfort food.

And God brought forth Weight-watchers. It didn't help.

And God created exercise machines with easy payments. And man brought forth his Visa at 21 percent. And the exercise machine went to dwell in the closet of Nod, east of the polyester leisure suit.

And in the fullness of time, Woman received the exercise machine from Man in the property settlement. It didn't help her, either.


A teacher gave her class an assignment - go home and ask your parents to
tell you a story that has a moral to it. The next day, the kids came back
and one by one began to tell their stories.

Kathy said, "My father is a farmer and we have a lot of egg-laying hens.
He told me about a time that he was taking the eggs to market in a basket on
the front seat of his pickup when he hit a bump and all the eggs went
flying and broke and made a mess."

"And what is the moral of the story?" asked the teacher.

"Don't put all your eggs in one basket!" Kathy replied.

"Very good," said the teacher. "Now, Lucy?"

"My dad is a farmer too but he raises chickens for the meat market. He
told me about a time when he had two dozen eggs but only got 15 chicks when
they hatched. The moral of the story is, don't count your chickens until
they are hatched."

"That was a fine story Lucy. Gus do you have a story to share?"

"Yes, ma'am. My daddy told me a story about my Aunt Karen. Aunt Karen was
a flight engineer in Desert Storm and her plane was shot down. She had to
bail out over Iraq and all she had was a bottle of whiskey, a machine gun
and a machete. On the way down, she drank the whiskey so it would not break.
When she landed, she was in the middle of 100 enemy troops. She killed
seventy of them with the machine gun until she ran out of bullets, then she
killed twenty more with the machete until the blade lodged in some bone and
broke, and then she killed the rest with her bare hands."

"Good heavens," said the horrified teacher, "What kind of moral did your
daddy tell you from that horrible story?"

"Don't screw with Aunt Karen when she's been drinking."


A teacher was helping her students with a math problem. She recited
the following story: "There are three birds sitting on a wire. A hunter
shoots one of the birds. How many birds are left on the wire?"

A boy pauses. "None." he replied thoughtfully.

"No, no, no, let's try again." the teacher says patiently. She holds
up three fingers. "There are three birds sitting on a wire. A hunter
shoots one," she puts down one finger, "how many birds are left on the wire?"

"None!" the boy says with authority.

The teacher sighs. "Tell me how you came up with that."

"It's simple," says the boy, "after the gunman shot one bird, he
scared the other two away."

"Well," she says, "it's not technically correct, but I like the way you think."

"Okay," chimes the boy, "now let me ask you a question. There are
three women sitting on a bench eating Popsicles. One woman is licking the
Popsicle, one woman is biting the Popsicle, and one is sucking the Popsicle.
Which one is married?" he asked.

The teacher looked at the boy's angelic face and she writhed in agony, turning three shades of red.

"C'mon," the boy said impatiently, "One is licking the
Popsicle, one is biting and one is sucking. Which one is
married?"

"Well,"she gulped and in a barely audible whisper replied, "the one who's sucking?"

"No," he says with surprise, "the one with the wedding ring on!!~!
But I like the way you think!"

 

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