FOOD FOR THOUGHT

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.

 

A guy is really bored and and really lonely, so he has a few drinks. The drinks don't help, except that when he gets so bored and so lonely that he thinks about sex with the vacuum cleaner, it seems like a good idea. It really wasn't a good idea and just before he passed out with the pain he was able to dial 999 (or 911). When he comes to, in hospital, the doctor says, "I've got some good news and some bad news. The good news is, we saved your testicles. The bad news is, they are in this jar.

 

 

 

     

 

 

 

 

 

 











 

John, the solicitor, was so stressed out by his job in London that he decided to pack it all in and buy a cottage up a very remote part of the Scottish Highlands, so that he could chill out. After three months of total quietness, and a lot of fishing and hunting, he is feeling much better and is thinking about making contact with humanity again. Then, one morning, there's a knock on the door. He answers to find hairy great big ginger haired Jock in a kilt, who introduces himself as Hamish.
"Would you like to come to a party?" asked Hamish.
"Yes please," answered John.
"Well, I'm having one on Saturday night, but I must warn you, there'll be some heavy drinking going on!"
"No problem," replies John, "I drank with the best of them when I was in the City."
"Well there's usually fighting too at my parties."
"I'm not worried about that," says John, "I boxed at university, I can look after myself."
"Well that's just fine, " says Hamish, "But, I also have to warn you about the wild, wild sex that always happens at my parties!"
"After three months up here I'm more than ready for some wild, wild sex," says John, "What time shall I come over on Saturday?"
"Please yourself, there'll just be the two of us."

 

An American couple were vacationing in Wales. One day they came to the village of Llanhyfryddawellehynafolybarrcudprindanfygy and stopped for lunch. When ordering their meal they asked the girl who served them, "Could you please pronounce where we are, very slowly?"

 
"Certainly," said the girl, " It's Burr gurr kiing."

Two vultures are standing in line at the check-in desk. One of them has a suitcase, the other is holding a dead rabbit.

The vultures step up and hand over their tickets and passports. The Check-in girl tags the first vulture's suitcase, then looks at the second vulture, pointing at the dead rabbit: "Are you checking that through as well?"

The second vulture says, "No, this is carrion."


 

The passengers on a commercial airliner were seated, waiting for the cockpit crew to show up and get the flight underway. The pilot and co-pilot finally appeared in the rear of the plane and began walking up to the cockpit through the centre aisle.

Both appeared to be blind and had their eyes covered with huge sunglasses. The pilot was using a white cane, bumping into passengers as he stumbled down the aisle and the co-pilot was using a guide dog. At first the passengers didn't react, thinking that it must be some sort of practical joke. However, after a few minutes, the engines started spooling up and the airplane started moving down the runway.

The passengers looked at each other with some uneasiness, whispering among themselves, and looking desperately to the flight attendants for reassurance. As the airplane started accelerating rapidly, people began to panic and some passengers were praying. As the plane got closer and closer to the end of the runway, the voices became more hysterical. Finally, when the airplane had almost no runway remaining, everyone screamed at once and, at that very moment, the airplane lifted off and became airborne.

Up in the cockpit, the co-pilot breathed a sigh of relief and turned to the captain, "You know, one of these days, the passengers aren't going to scream and we're gonna get killed!"


 

Three New Zealanders liked to go deer hunting every year. So last year they hired a Cessna 172 and a pilot to fly them to a remote forest. They had a successful day's hunting, and met back at the plane, each carrying a buck.

They loaded up the plane, and as the pilot started up the engine, he said to the men, "I don't think she'll be able to get off the ground with this load."

Two of the men looked disappointed, but the third quickly responded, "Don't worry about it, we got the same amount last year, and we got off the ground without any problem."

So the pilot said OK, and the plane started down the runway, and sure enough got off the ground.

But then the plane's stall warning started to make its noise and the little plane stopped climbing and crashed in the woods.

Luckily, the three men and the pilot sustained only some bruises.

One of the hunters asked, "Any idea where we are?"

His Kiwi mate said, "I don't know, but I think we're about a mile or two from where we crashed last year."


 

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."

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.
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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 nigh