Chuckles of the Day... - Page 651
  1. #9751
    Philosophic Questions

    Ponder these questions when you don't want to think about
    important stuff!

    If you choke a Smurf, what color does it turn?

    Is it OK to use the AM radio after noon?

    What do chickens think we taste like?

    What do people in China call their good plates?

    What do you call a male ladybug?

    What hair color do they put on the driver's license of a bald
    man?

    When dog food is new and improved tasting, who tests it?

    Why didn't Noah swat those two mosquitoes?

    Why do they sterilize the needle for lethal injections?

    Why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle?

    Why is it called tourist season if we can't shoot at them?

    Why do you need a driver's license to buy liquor when you can't
    drink and drive?

    Why isn't phonetic spelled the way it sounds?

    Why are there Interstates in Hawaii?

    Why are there flotation devices in the seats of planes instead
    of parachutes?

    Why are cigarettes sold at gas stations where smoking is
    prohibited?

    Have you ever imagined a world without hypothetical situations?

    How does the guy who drives the snowplow get to work?

    If the 7-11 is open 24 hours a day, 365 days a year, why does it
    have locks on the door?

    Why is a bra singular and panties plural?

    You know that indestructible black box that is used on
    airplanes? Why don't they make the whole plane out of that stuff?

    If a firefighter fights fire and a crime fighter fights crime,
    what does a freedom fighter fight?

    If they squeeze olives to get olive oil, how do they get baby
    oil?

    If a cow laughs, does milk come out of her nose?

    If you are driving at the speed of light and you turn your
    headlights on, what happens?

    Why do they put Braille dots on the keypad of a drive-up ATM?

    Why is it that when you transport something by car it is called
    shipment, but when you transport something by ship it's called
    cargo?

    Why don't sheep shrink when it rains?

    What would Geronimo say if he jumped out of an airplane?

    Why are they called apartments when they are all stuck together?

    If con is the opposite of pro, is Congress the opposite of
    progress?

    If flying is so safe, why do they call the airport the terminal?

    If you throw a cat out of the house, does it become kitty litter?

    If aspirins are always "Take Two," why not increase the size of
    ONE?

    IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY LATE HUSBAND, SSgt Roger A. Alfano, USMC
    ONE PROUD MARINE
    1961-1977
    Vietnam 1968/69
    Once a Marine...Always a Marine

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  2. #9752
    God is Missing


    A couple had two little boys, ages 8 and 10, who were
    excessively mischievous. They were always getting into trouble
    and their parents knew that, if any mischief occurred in their
    town, their sons were probably involved.

    They boys' mother heard that a clergyman in town had been
    successful in disciplining children, so she asked if he would
    speak with her boys. The clergyman agreed, but asked to see them
    individually. So the mother sent her 8-year-old first, in the
    morning, with the older boy to see the clergyman in the
    afternoon.

    The clergyman, a huge man with a booming voice, sat the younger
    boy down and asked him sternly, "Where is God?".

    They boy's mouth dropped open, but he made no response, sitting
    there with his mouth hanging open, wide-eyed. So the clergyman
    repeated the question in an even sterner tone, "Where is God!!?"
    Again the boy made no attempt to answer. So the clergyman raised
    his voice even more and shook his finger in the boy's face and
    bellowed, "WHERE IS GOD!?"

    The boy screamed and bolted from the room, ran directly home and
    dove into his closet, slamming the door behind him. When his
    older brother found him in the closet, he asked, "What happened?"

    The younger brother, gasping for breath, replied, "We are in BIG
    trouble this time, dude. God is missing - and they think WE did
    it!"

    IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY LATE HUSBAND, SSgt Roger A. Alfano, USMC
    ONE PROUD MARINE
    1961-1977
    Vietnam 1968/69
    Once a Marine...Always a Marine

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  3. #9753
    1. Two peanuts walk into a bar. One was asalted.

    2. A jumper cable walks into a bar. The barman says, "I'll serve you, but
    don't start anything."

    3. A sandwich walks into a bar. The barman says, "Sorry we don't serve food
    in here."

    4. A dyslexic man walks into a bra.

    5. A man walks into a bar with a slab of asphalt under his arm and says, "A
    beer please, and one for the road."

    6. Two antennas meet on a roof, fall in love and get married. The ceremony
    wasn't much, but the reception was great.

    7. Two cannibals are eating a clown. One says to the other, "Does this taste
    funny to you?"

    8. Man: "Doc, I can't stop singing 'The green, green grass of home.'" Doc:
    "That sounds like Tom Jones syndrome." Man: "Is it common?" Doc: "It's not
    unusual."

    9. Two cows were standing next to each other in a field. Daisy says to
    Dolly, "I was artificially inseminated this morning." "I don't believe you,"
    said Dolly. "It's true, no bull!" Exclaimed Daisy.

    10. A guy walks into the psychiatrist wearing only Glad Wrap shorts.
    The shrink says, "Well, I can clearly see you're nuts."

    11. Two hydrogen atoms walk into a bar. One says, "I've lost my electron."
    The other says, "Are you sure?" The first replies, "Yes, I'm positive..."

    12. A man takes his Rottweiler to the vet and says, "My dog's cross-eyed. Is
    there anything you can do for him?" "Well," says the vet, "let's have a look
    at him." So he picks the dog up and examines his eyes, then checks his
    teeth. Finally, he says "I'm going to have to put him down." "What? Because
    he's cross-eyed?" "No, because he's really heavy."

    13. I went to buy some camouflage trousers the other day, but I couldn't
    find any.

    14. I went to the butcher's the other day and I bet him $50 that he couldn't
    reach the meat on the top shelf. He said, "No, the steaks are too high."

    15. A man came to the hospital after a serious accident. He shouted,
    "Doctor, doctor, I can't feel my legs!" The doctor replied, "I know you can't, I've cut off your arms".
    16. Went to a seafood disco rave last week and pulled a mussel.

    18. A man walks into doctor's office. "What seems to be the problem?" asks
    the doc. "It's... um...well... I have five penises" replies the man.
    "Blimey!" says the doctor, "How do your trousers fit?" The man answers,
    "Like a glove."

    19. What do you call a fish with no eyes? A fsh.

    20. Life isn't like a box of chocolates. It's more like a jar of jalapeƱos.
    What you do today might burn your a$$ tomorrow.



  4. #9754
    E-Mail Errors..


    It's wise to remember how easily this wonderful technology can
    be misused, sometimes unintentionally, with serious consequences.

    Consider the case of the Illinois man who left the snow-filled
    streets of Chicago for a vacation in Florida. His wife was on a
    business trip and was planning to meet him there the next day.
    When he reached his hotel, he decided to send his wife a
    quicke-mail. Unable to find the scrap of paper on which he had
    written her e-mail address, he did his best to type it in from
    memory.

    Unfortunately, he missed one letter, and his note was directed
    instead to an elderly preacher's wife, whose husband had passed
    away only the day before. When the grieving widow checked her
    e-mail, she took one look at the monitor, let out a piercing
    scream, and fell to the floor in a dead faint.

    At the sound, her family rushed into the room and saw this note
    on the screen:

    Dearest Wife,

    Just got checked in. Everything prepared for your arrival
    tomorrow.

    PS. Sure is hot down here.

    IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY LATE HUSBAND, SSgt Roger A. Alfano, USMC
    ONE PROUD MARINE
    1961-1977
    Vietnam 1968/69
    Once a Marine...Always a Marine

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  5. #9755
    How could I ever repay you?


    A married couple was in a terrible accident where the woman's
    face was severely burned.

    The doctor told the husband that they couldn't graft any skin
    from her body because she was too skinny. So the husband offered
    to donate some of his own skin.

    However, the only skin on his body that the doctor felt was
    suitable would have to come from his buttocks. The husband and
    wife agreed that they would tell no one about where the skin
    came from, and requested that the doctor also honor their
    secret. After all, this was a very delicate matter.

    After the surgery was completed, everyone was astounded at the
    woman's new beauty. She looked more beautiful than she ever had
    before! All her friends and relatives just went on and on about
    her youthful beauty!

    One day, she was alone with her husband, and she was overcome
    with emotion at his sacrifice. She said, "Dear, I just want to
    thank you for everything you did for me. There is no way I could
    ever repay you."

    "My darling," he replied, "think nothing of it. I get all the
    thanks I need every time I see your mother kiss you on the
    cheek."

    IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY LATE HUSBAND, SSgt Roger A. Alfano, USMC
    ONE PROUD MARINE
    1961-1977
    Vietnam 1968/69
    Once a Marine...Always a Marine

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  6. #9756
    Corporate Lessons


    Lesson Number One:

    A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all day. A small
    rabbit saw the crow, and asked him, "Can I also sit like you and
    do nothing all day long?"

    The crow answered: "Sure, why not."

    So, the Rabbit sat on the ground below the crow, and rested. All
    of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.

    Moral of the story: To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be
    sitting very, very high up.

    *************************

    Lesson Number Two:

    A turkey was chatting with a bull. "I would love to be able to
    get to the top of that tree," sighed the turkey, "but I haven't
    got the energy."

    "Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?" replied
    the bull.

    "They're packed with nutrients." The turkey pecked at a lump of
    dung and found that it actually gave him enough strength to
    reach the first branch of the tree.

    The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second
    branch. Finally after a fortnight, there he was proudly perched
    at the top of the tree. Soon, he was promptly spotted by a
    farmer, who shot the turkey out of the tree.

    Moral of the story: Bull**** might get you to the top, but it
    won't keep you there.

    *************************

    Lesson Number Three:

    A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold,
    the bird froze and fell to the ground in a large field. While it
    was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on it. As
    the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, it began to
    realize how warm it was. The dung was actually thawing him out!
    He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy.
    A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate.

    Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile
    of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him!

    The morals of this story are:
    1) Not everyone who drops **** on you is your enemy.
    2) Not everyone who gets you out of **** is your friend.
    3) And when you're in deep ****, keep your mouth shut

    IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY LATE HUSBAND, SSgt Roger A. Alfano, USMC
    ONE PROUD MARINE
    1961-1977
    Vietnam 1968/69
    Once a Marine...Always a Marine

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  7. #9757
    Jesus is Watching You


    Late one night, a burglar broke into a house that he thought was
    empty. He tiptoed through the living room but suddenly he froze
    in his tracks when he heard a loud voice say: "Jesus is watching
    you!"

    Silence returned to the house, so the burglar crept forward
    again. "Jesus is watching you," the voice boomed again.

    The burglar stopped dead again. He was frightened.
    Frantically,he looked all around. In a dark corner, he spotted a
    bird cage and in the cage was a parrot.

    He asked the parrot, "Was that you who said Jesus is watching
    me?"

    "Yes", said the parrot.

    The burglar breathed a sigh of relief, then asked the parrot,
    "What's your name?"

    "Clarence," said the bird.

    "That's a dumb name for a parrot", sneered the burglar. "What
    idiot named you Clarence?"

    The parrot replied, "The same idiot who named the Rottweiler
    Jesus."

    IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY LATE HUSBAND, SSgt Roger A. Alfano, USMC
    ONE PROUD MARINE
    1961-1977
    Vietnam 1968/69
    Once a Marine...Always a Marine

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  8. #9758
    Jackass


    In case your frustration level rises today, this is for everyone
    who occasionally has a really bad day when you just need to take
    it out on someone:

    I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a telephone call that
    I had to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered
    nicely saying, "Hello?"

    I politely said, "This is Patrick Hanifin and may I please speak
    to Robin Carter?" Suddenly the phone was slammed down on me! I
    couldn't believe that anyone could be that rude. I tracked down
    Robin's correct number and called her. She had transposed the
    last two digits.

    After I hung up with Robin, I spotted the wrong number still
    laying on my desk. I decided to call it again. When the same
    person once more answered, I yelled, "You're a jackass!" and
    hung up. Next to his phone number I wrote the word "jackass" and
    put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks when I was
    paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up. He would
    answer and I'd yell, "You're a jackass!" It always cheered me up.

    Later in the year the phone company introduced caller ID. This
    was a real disappointment for me. I would have to stop calling
    the jackass. Then one day I had an idea. I dialed his number and
    heard his voice. "Hello?"

    I made up a name. "Hi. This is the sales office of the telephone
    company and I'm just calling to see if you're familiar with our
    new caller ID program." He answered, "No!" and slammed down the
    receiver. I quickly called him back and said, "That's because
    you're a jackass!"

    The reason I'm taking the time to tell you this story is to show
    you how if there's ever anything bothering you, you can do
    something about it. Just dial 555-1212.

    (Keep reading, it gets better.)

    One day an old lady at the mall was really taking her time
    pulling out of her parking space. I didn't think she was ever
    going to leave. Finally, her car began to move ever so slowly
    and she began backing out. I backed up a little more to give her
    plenty of room. Great, I thought, she's finally leaving. All of
    a sudden this black Camero came flying up the parking aisle in
    the wrong direction and pulled into her space. I started honking
    my horn and yelling, "You can't do that, buddy! I was here
    first!"

    The guy got out of his Camero completely ignoring me. He walked
    toward the mall as if he didn't even hear me. I thought to
    myself, this guy is a jackass. There sure are a lot of jackasses
    in this world. I noticed he had a "For Sale" sign in the back
    window of his car. I wrote down the number. Then I hunted for
    another place to park.

    The next day I was at home sitting at my desk. I had just gotten
    off the phone after calling 555-1212 and yelling, "You're a
    jackass!" (It's really easy to call him now since I have his
    number on speed dial.) Then I noticed the phone number of the
    guy with the black Camaro and decided to call him too. After a
    couple of rings someone answered the phone. I asked, "Are you
    the man with the black Camaro for sale?"

    "Yes."

    "Can you tell me where I can see it?"

    "Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th Street. It's a yellow house and
    the car is parked right out front."

    I asked, "What's your name?"

    "My name is Don Hansen."

    "When's a good time to catch you, Don?"

    "I'm home in the evenings."

    "Listen, Don, can I tell you something?"

    "Sure."

    "Don, you're a jackass!" And I slammed the phone down.

    After I hung up I added Don's number to my speed dialer. Now I
    had two jackasses to call whenever I had a bad day. However this
    wasn't as much fun as it used to be. So I thought about it and
    came up with a solution.

    First, I had my phone dial jackass #1. The man answered nicely
    and I yelled, "You're a jackass!" But I didn't hang up.

    The jackass said, "Are you still there?"

    I said, "Yeah."

    He said, "Stop calling me."

    I said, "No!"

    He said, "What's your name, pal?"

    I said, "Don Hansen."

    He said, "Where do you live?"

    "1802 West 34th Street. It's a yellow house and my black Camaro
    is parked out front."

    "I'm coming over right now, Don. You'd better start saying your
    prayers."

    "Yeah, like I'm really scared, Jackass!" And I hung up.

    Then I called Jackass #2. He answered, "Hello."

    I said, "Hello, jackass!"

    He said, "If I ever find out who you are..."

    "You'll what?"

    "I'll kick your butt."

    "Well, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now, jackass!"

    And I hung up. Then I picked up the phone and called the police.
    I told them I was at 1802 West 34th Street and that I was going
    to kill my gay lover as soon as he got home. Another quick call
    to Channel 13 news about the gang war going down on West 34th
    Street. After that I climbed into my car and headed over to 34th
    Street to watch the whole thing. Glorious!

    I watched two jackasses kicking the crap out of each other in
    front of 6 squad cars and a police helicopter I also taped it
    off the evening news!

    IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY LATE HUSBAND, SSgt Roger A. Alfano, USMC
    ONE PROUD MARINE
    1961-1977
    Vietnam 1968/69
    Once a Marine...Always a Marine

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  9. #9759
    Dad's Practical Jokes
    Parents are embarrassing, Take my dad. Every time a friend comes
    to stay the night, he does something that makes my face go red.
    Now don't get me wrong. He is a terrific dad. I love him but
    sometimes I think he will never grow up. He loves playing
    practical jokes.

    This behavior first started one night when Anna came to sleep
    over. Unknown to me, dad sneaks into my room and puts Doona, our
    cat, on the spare bed. Doona loves sleeping on beds. What cat
    doesn't? Next dad unwraps a little package that he has bought at
    the magic shop. Do you know what is in it? Can you believe this?
    It is a little piece of brown plastic cat poo. Pretend cat poo.
    He puts this piece of cat poo on Anna's pillow and pulls up the
    blankets. Then he tiptoes out and closes the door.

    I do not know any of this is happening. Annna and I are sitting
    up late watching videos. We eat chips covered in sauce and drink
    two whole bottles of Diet Coke. Finally we decide to go to bed.
    Anna takes ages and ages cleaning her teeth. She is one of those
    kids who is into health. She has a thing about germs. She always
    places paper on the toilet seat before she sits down. She is So
    clean.

    She puts on her tracksuit bottoms and gets ready for bed. Then
    she pulls back the blankets. Suddenly she sees the bit of cat's
    poo. "Ooh, ooh, ooh," she screams. "Oh, look, disgusting. Foul.
    Look what the cat's done on my pillow." Suddenly dad bursts into
    the room. "What's up, girls?" he says with a silly grin on his
    face. "What's all the fuss about?"

    Anna is pulling a terrible face. "Look," she says in horror as
    she points to the pillow.

    Dad goes and examines the plastic poo. "Don't let a little thing
    like that worry you," he says. He picks up the plastic poo and
    pops it into his mouth. He gives a grin. "D'licioush," he says
    through closed lips.

    "Aargh," screams Anna. She rushes over to the window and throws
    up chips, sauce, and Diet Coke. Then she looks at dad in disgust.

    Dad is a bit taken aback at Anna being sick. "It's okay," he
    says, taking the plastic poo out of his mouth. "It's not real."
    Dad gives a laugh and off he goes. And off goes Anna. She
    decides that she wants to go home to her own house. And I don't
    blame her.

    "Dad," I yell after Anna is gone. "I am never speaking to you
    again." "Don't be such a baby," he says. "It's only a little
    joke." It's always the same. Whenever a friend comes over to
    stay, dad plays practical jokes. We have fake hands in the
    trash, exploding drinks, pepper in the food, short-sheeted beds,
    and Dracula's blood seeping out of dad's mouth. Some of the kids
    think its great. They wish their dads were like mine. But I hate
    it. I just wish he were normal. He plays trick on Bianca. And
    Yasmin. And Nga. And Karla. None of them go home like Anna. But
    each time I am so embarrassed.

    And now I am worried. Cynthia is coming to stay. She is the
    school captain. She is beautiful. She is smart. Everyone wants
    to be her friend. And now she is sleeping over at our house.
    "Dad," I say. "No practical jokes. Cynthia is very mature. Her
    father would never play practical jokes. She might not
    understand." "No worries," says dad.

    Cynthia arrives, but we do not watch videos. We slave away on
    our English homework. We plan our speeches for the debate in the
    morning. We go over our parts in the school play. After all
    that, we go out and practice shooting baskets, because Cynthia
    is captain of the basketball team. Every now and then I pop into
    the bedroom to check for practical jokes. It is best to be on
    the safe side. We also do the dishes because Cynthia
    offers--yes--offers to do it.

    Finally it is time for bed. Cynthia changes into her nightie in
    the bathroom and then joins me in the bedroom. "The cat's on my
    bed," she says. "But it doesn't matter. I like cats." She pulls
    back the blankets. And screams. "Aagh. Cat poo. Filthy cat poo
    on my pillow." She yells and yells and yells. Just then dad
    bursts into the room with a silly grin on his face. He goes over
    and looks at the brown object on the pillow. He picks it up and
    pops it into his mouth. But this time he does not give a grin.
    His face freezes over. "Are you looking for this?" I say. I hold
    up a bit of plastic poo that Dad had hidden under the blankets
    earlier that night. Dad looks at the cat. Then he rushes over to
    the window and is sick. Cynthia and I laugh like mad. We do love
    a good joke.

    IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY LATE HUSBAND, SSgt Roger A. Alfano, USMC
    ONE PROUD MARINE
    1961-1977
    Vietnam 1968/69
    Once a Marine...Always a Marine

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  10. #9760
    Murder Conviction


    A defendant was on trial for murder. There was strong evidence indicating
    guilt, but there was no corpse. In the defense's closing statement the
    lawyer, knowing that his client would probably be convicted, resorted to a
    trick.

    "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I have a surprise for you all," the
    lawyer said as he looked at his watch. "Within one minute, the person
    presumed dead in this case will walk into this courtroom." He looked
    toward the courtroom door. The jurors, somewhat stunned, all looked on
    eagerly. A minute passed. Nothing happened.

    Finally the lawyer said, "Actually, I made up the previous statement. But
    you all looked on with anticipation. I therefore put to you that you have
    a reasonable doubt in this case as to whether anyone was killed and insist
    that you return a verdict of not guilty."

    The jury, clearly confused, retired to deliberate. A few minutes later,
    the jury returned and pronounced a verdict of guilty.

    "But how?" inquired the lawyer. "You must have had some doubt; I saw all
    of you stare at the door."

    The jury foreman replied, "Oh, we did look, but your client didn't."

    IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY LATE HUSBAND, SSgt Roger A. Alfano, USMC
    ONE PROUD MARINE
    1961-1977
    Vietnam 1968/69
    Once a Marine...Always a Marine

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  11. #9761
    Not My Drink!


    There's this guy on a bar, just looking at his drink. He stays
    like that for half-an-hour. Then, this big trouble-making truck
    driver steps next to him, takes the drink from the guy, and just
    drinks it all down.

    The poor man starts crying. The truck driver says: "Come on man,
    I was just joking. Here, I'll buy you another drink. I just
    can't see a man crying."

    "No, it's not that. This day is the worst of my life. First, I
    fall asleep, and I go late to my office. My boss, outrageous,
    fires me. When I leave the building, to my car, I found out it
    was stolen. The police, they say they can do nothing. I get a
    cab to return home, and when I leave it, I remember I left my
    wallet and credit cards there. The cab driver just drives away.
    I go home, and when I get there, I find my wife in bed with the
    gardener. I leave home, and come to this bar. And when I was
    thinking about putting an end to my life, you show up and drink
    my poison..."

    IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY LATE HUSBAND, SSgt Roger A. Alfano, USMC
    ONE PROUD MARINE
    1961-1977
    Vietnam 1968/69
    Once a Marine...Always a Marine

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  12. #9762
    Porsche 911 Twin Turbo and Moped

    A very self-important young man goes out and buys what he
    believes is the best car available: a 1997 Porsche 911 Turbo. It
    is one of the fastest and most expensive cars in the world.

    That night, he takes it out for a spin and, while doing so,
    stops at a red light. An old man on a moped (both looking about
    90 years old) pulls up next to him. The old man looks over the
    sleek, shiny surface of the car and asks, "What kind of car ya'
    got there, sonny?"

    The young man replies, "A 1997 Porsche 911 Turbo. It cost me
    $100,000."

    "That's a lot of money," replies the old man. "Why do they cost
    so much?"

    "Because this car can do up to 180 miles an hour!" states the
    young man proudly.

    The moped driver asks, "Can I take a look inside?"

    "Sure," replies the owner.

    So the old man pokes his head in the window and looks around.
    Leaning back on his moped, the old man says, "That's a pretty
    nice car, all right!"

    Just then the light changes, so the young guy decides to show
    the old man what his car can do. He floors it, and within 10
    seconds the speedometer reads 120 MPH. Suddenly, he notices a
    dot in his rear view mirror that seems to be getting closer! He
    slows down to see what it could be and suddenly, whhhoooossshhh!
    Something whips by him, going much faster!

    "What on earth could be going faster than my Porsche 911 Turbo?"
    the young man asks himself. Then, ahead of him, he sees a dot
    coming toward him. Whoooooosh! It goes by again, heading the
    opposite direction! And, it almost looked like the old man on
    the moped!

    "Couldn't be," thinks the guy. "How could a moped outrun a
    Porsche 911 Turbo?"

    Again, he sees a dot in his rear view mirror! Whooooosh-BLAMMM!
    It plows into the back of his car. The young man jumps out. It
    is the old man! Of course, the moped and the old man are hurting
    for certain. He runs up to the old man and says, "You're hurt
    bad! Is there anything I can do for you?"

    The old man groans and replies, "Yes. Unhook my suspenders from
    your side mirror, please."

    IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY LATE HUSBAND, SSgt Roger A. Alfano, USMC
    ONE PROUD MARINE
    1961-1977
    Vietnam 1968/69
    Once a Marine...Always a Marine

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  13. #9763
    Cool Signs


    Over a gynecologist's office: "Dr. Jones, at your cervix."

    On a Plumber's truck: "We repair what your husband fixed."

    At a dry cleaners: "Drop your pants here."

    On the trucks of a local plumbing company in NE Pennsylvania:
    "Don't sleep with a drip. Call your plumber."

    Pizza shop slogan: "7 days without pizza makes one weak."

    Outside a muffler shop: "No appointment necessary. We hear you
    coming."

    In a veterinarian's waiting room: "Be back in 5 minutes. Sit!
    Stay!"

    Door of a plastic surgeon's office: "Hello. Can we pick your
    nose?"

    On an electrician's truck: "Let us remove your shorts."

    In a non-smoking area: "If we see smoke, we will assume you are
    on fire and take appropriate action."

    On a maternity room door: "Push. Push. Push."

    At an optometrist's office: "If you don't see what you're
    looking for,
    you've come to the right place."

    In the front yard of a funeral home: "Drive carefully. We'll
    wait."

    IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY LATE HUSBAND, SSgt Roger A. Alfano, USMC
    ONE PROUD MARINE
    1961-1977
    Vietnam 1968/69
    Once a Marine...Always a Marine

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  14. #9764
    Quotes. . . .

    - Some mornings, it just ain't worth chewing through the leather
    straps.

    - Chaos, panic, and disorder; my job is done here.

    - Few women admit their age, even fewer men act theirs.

    - Oh, wait, sorry, I didn't mean to look interested.

    - DAMMIT, YOU'RE STILL TALKING?!

    - Sex on the television can't hurt you . . . unless you fall off.

    - Never play leapfrog with a unicorn.

    - Just remember, if the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off.

    - I went to hell, it was full, so I came back.

    - Ya know what, it really don't matter if I win or lose, just as
    long as I **** you off in the process.

    - ****ed off? Hey, it's better than being ****ed on.

    - I want to die peacefully in my sleep, like my
    grandfather...not screaming and yelling like the people in his
    car.

    - I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it.

    - It's not an optical illusion, it just looks that way.

    - Always remember you're unique, just like everyone else.

    - We're born naked, wet, and hungry. . . .then things get worse.

    - God bless America. But, God, please help Canada.

    - Hey, the light at the end of that tunnel may be an oncoming
    train.

    - Laugh and the world laughs with you. Cry and the world laughs
    louder.

    - Love thine enemies...it REALLY ****es them off.

    - Friends come and go, but enemies seem to accumulate.

    - You can only be young once, but you can be immature FOREVER!.

    - Gravity sucks.

    - There are few problems that cannot be solved with the usage of
    high explosives.

    IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY LATE HUSBAND, SSgt Roger A. Alfano, USMC
    ONE PROUD MARINE
    1961-1977
    Vietnam 1968/69
    Once a Marine...Always a Marine

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  15. #9765
    The Good, Bad and Ugly


    Good: Your hubby and you agree, no more kids
    Bad: You can't find your birth control pills
    Ugly: Your daughter borrowed them

    Good: Your son studies a lot in his room
    Bad: You find several porn movies hidden there.
    Ugly: You're in them

    Good: Your husband understands fashion
    Bad: He's a cross-dresser
    Ugly: He looks better than you

    Good: Your son's finally maturing
    Bad: He's involved with the woman next door
    Ugly: So are you

    Good: You give the birds and bees talk to your daughter
    Bad: She keeps interrupting
    Ugly: With corrections

    Good: You wife's not talking to you
    Bad: She wants a divorce
    Ugly: She's a lawyer

    Good: The postman's early
    Bad: He's wearing fatigues and carrying an AK47
    Ugly: You gave him nothing for Christmas

    Good: You're daughter got a new job
    Bad: As a hooker
    Ugly: Your coworkers are her best clients
    Way ugly: She makes more money than you do

    Good: You're son is dating someone new
    Bad: It's another man
    Ugly: He's you're best friend

    Good: You're wife is pregnant.
    Bad: It's triplets
    Ugly: You had a vasectomy five years ago.

    IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY LATE HUSBAND, SSgt Roger A. Alfano, USMC
    ONE PROUD MARINE
    1961-1977
    Vietnam 1968/69
    Once a Marine...Always a Marine

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