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Birds of a feather flock together . . . and then crap on your car. A penny saved is a government oversight... The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the right time, but also to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.
When I was in grad school, I joined a business fraternity. Those pledging had to interview all the brothers.
Psychiatrists vs. Bartenders Ever since I was a child, I've always had a fear of someone under my bed at night. So I went to a shrink and told him, 'I've got problems. Every time I go to bed I think there's somebody under it. I'm scared. I think I'm going crazy.'
This was E-mailed to me today, and I found it to be a very interesting topic concerning health issues
What Makes 100%? What does it mean to give MORE than 100%? Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%? We have all been to those meetings where someone wants you to give over 100%. How about achieving 103%? What makes up 100% in life?
There was a Montana cowboyout in a remote, mountainus pasture, when a man came towards him in a brand new Cadillac. The man had on a new suit,hat, shoes, and sunglasses.The man asked the cowboy, " If I tell you exactly how many cows and calves you have, can I have a calf?"
The Wongs; Su Wong marries Lee Wong. The next year, the Wongs have a new baby. The nurse brings out a lovely, healthy, bouncy, but definitely a Caucasian, WHITE baby boy.
With all the new technology regarding fertility recently, a 65-year-old friend of mine was able to give birth.. When she was discharged from the hospital and went home, I went to visit.
Not too much good has happened today, but I have found three good reasons to be happy today. My daughter Stephanie is back on her meds to help stabilize her moods;
I was walking down the street when I was accosted by a particularly dirty and shabby-looking homeless woman who asked me for a couple of dollars for dinner.
This is from an article in the St. Petersburg Times Newspaper on Sunday. The Business Section asked readers for ideas on "How Would You Fix the Economy?" I think this guy nailed it! Dear Mr. President:
After three weeks in the Garden of Eden, God came to visit Eve. 'So, how is everything going?' inquired God. 'It is all so beautiful, God,' she replied. 'The sunrises and sunsets are breathtaking, the smells, the sights, everything is wonderful, but I have just one problem.
2 prostitutes were riding around town with a sign on top of their car which said: Two Prostitutes - $50.00 A policeman, seeing the sign, stopped them and told them they'd either have to remove the sign or go to jail.
I found it... And you thought there was no such place, huh???? You will all be so pleased to receive this...... How many times have we been 'up there without one!' My work is done. A coworker sent this to me, who knew she had such a sense of humor?
Three monkeys sat in a coconut tree, discussing things as they are said to be. Said one to the others," Now listen you two, there's a rumor going round that can't be true. That man decended from our noble race. The idea is a great disgrace."
Hello, my name is Squeezy, and I am here to tell you the story of how I came to meet Mr.Sleezy through a mutual friend of ours, Vdub / aka Ms. AssGrass, and consequently came to work for him as well. But first, here are a few words as to the origin of his name.
By far the most powerful hand-held we've ever tested!
**I have been keeping a lower profile on the vine the past week or so and after the vinecast I was energized to finish this thing and get it up on my column.**
When my dad was in high school he would do things like eat a dozen tomatoes whole, the same way one would normally eat an apple.
By now, most of us know who Roland Burris is - the Illinois Senator appointed to President Obama's old seat by the disgraced, former Governor of Illinois, Rod Blagojevich.
Trekkies, Not Just Harmless Geeks AnymoreI saw this article and cracked up; kind of funny, question is, who does he think he really is? lol
I've been thinking about making some postcards lately, and have experimented with some pictures I have recently taken, and these are the results. I now have 4 original postcards of my own, complete with the name and address areas on the back.
His love touches me like a warm, spring rain does young, green plants. It makes my heart open and bloom with pure joy at the sight of him. His laughter is like a favorite melody that echoes in my heart, the sun that touches the darkness of my soul.
My long, red fuzzy bathrobe that I got for Christmas is no longer my own. That's right, it has been nabbed, stolen, purloined even, by two little comfort thieves!
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