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Issue 10 2002

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Losing His Patience

A doctor of psychology was doing his normal morning rounds when he entered a patient's room. He found Patient #1 sitting on the floor, pretending to saw a piece of wood in half. Patient #2 was hanging from the ceiling, by his feet. The doctor asked patient number 1 what he was doing.
The patient replied, "Can't you see I'm sawing this piece of wood in half?"
The doctor inquired of Patient #1 what Patient #2 was doing.
Patient #1 replied, "Oh. He's my friend, but he's a little crazy. He thinks he's a light bulb."
The doctor looks up and notices Patient #2's face is going all red.
The doctor asks Patient #1, "If he's your friend, you should get him down from there before he hurts himself"
Patient #1 replies, "What? And work in the dark?"

Email submission from Albert Picard

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 Road Rage

An elderly couple was driving cross-country. The old lady was driving.
She gets pulled over by the highway patrol for driving way over the speed limit.
The officer asks, "Ma'am, did you know you were speeding?"
The woman turns to her husband and asks, "What did he say?"
The old man yells, "HE SAYS YOU WERE SPEEDING."
The patrolman says, "May I see your license?"
The woman turns to her husband and asks, "What did he say?"
The old man yells, "HE WANTS TO SEE YOUR LICENSE."
The woman gives him her license. The patrolman says, "I see you are
from Arkansas. I spent some time there once, had the worst sex with a woman I have ever had."
The woman turns to her husband and asks," What did he say?"
"HE THINKS HE KNOWS YOU," the old man yells.

An email submission from Clare Smith

Why Yelling At a Man Doesn't Work

What the wife says:

This place is a mess! C'mon,
You and I need to clean up.
Your stuff is lying on the floor and
you'll have no clothes to wear if we
don't do laundry right now!"

What the hubby hears

blah, blah, blah, blah, C'MON
blah, blah, blah, blah, YOU AND I
blah, blah,blah, blah, ON THE FLOOR
blah, blah, blah, blah, NO CLOTHES
blah, blah,blah, blah, RIGHT NOW.

An email submission from Darren Tremblay

More Sex Education!

A man walks into a drug store with his 7-year old son.
They happen to walk by the condom display, and the boy asks,
"What are these, Dad?"
The man matter-of-factly replies, "Those are called condoms, son.... Men use them to have safe sex."
"Oh I see." replied the boys pensively. "Yes, I've heard of that in health class at school."
He looks over the display and picks up a package of 3 and asks, "Why are there 3 in this package."
The dad replies, "Those are for high school boys. One for Friday, one for Saturday, and one for Sunday."
"Cool!" says the boy. He notices a 6 pack and asks "Then who are these for?"
"Those are for college men." the dad answers, "TWO for Friday, TWO for Saturday, and TWO for Sunday."
"WOW!" exclaimed the boy; "Then who uses THESE?" he asks, picking up a 12 pack.
With a sigh, the dad replied, "Those are for married men. One for January, one for February, one for March........"

An email submission from Al Minor

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  TRIVIA

How about some quotes from interesting people this week!

On Fertility...

The moon is nothing But a circumbulating aphrodisiac.
Divinely subsidized to provoke the worldInto a rising birthrate.

Christopher Fry, British Dramatist

The Law...

A judge knows nothing unless it has been explained to him three times.

Proverb
That laws were like cobwebs; where the small flies were caught, and the great brake through.

Francis Bacon (1561 - 1626), English Philosopher

There's no better way of exercising the imagination than the study of a poet.

No poet ever interpreted nature as freely as a lawyer interprets truth.

Jean Giraundoux (1882 - 1944), Frebch Dramatist

Laughter...

A good laugh and a long sleep are the best cures in the doctors' book.

Irish Proverb
Laughter is pleasant, but the exertion is too much for me.

Thomas love Peacock (1785 - 1866), British Novelist

I feel sorry for this guy!
Born with the gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad.

Rafael Sabatini (1875 - 1950), Italian-born Novelist

I think he was talking about me!
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;

Weep, and yu weep alone,

For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,

But has trouble enough of its own.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850 - 1919), Poet

Comedy...

Tragedy is if I cut my finger.

Comedy is if I walk into an open sewer and die!

Mel Brooks (Melvyn Kaminsky), Film director/Actor

All I need to make a comedy is a park, a policeman and a pretty girl.

Charlie Chaplin (Sir Chrles Spencer C., 1889 - 1977) British Actor

We participate in a tragedy; at a comedy we only look.

Aldus Huxley (1894 - 1964), British Novelist

Comedy, we may say, is society protecting itself - with a smile.

J. B. Priestley (1894 - 1984), British Novelist

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Submitted By Bill
  

THE OJ TRIAL AS TOLD BY DR. SUESS

I did not kill my lovely wife.
I did not slash her with a knife.
I did not bonk her on the head.
I did not know that she was dead.

I stayed at home that fateful night.
I took a cab, then took a flight.
The bag I had was just for me.
My bag. My bag. Hey, leave it be.

When I came home, I had a gash.
My hand was cut from broken glass.
I cut my hand on broken glass.
A broken glass did cause that gash.

I have nothing, nothing to hide.
My friend he took me for a ride.
Did you take this person's life?
Did you do it with a knife?

I did not do it with a knife.
I did not, could not kill my wife.
I did not do this awful crime.
I could not, would not anytime.

Did you hit her from above?
Did you drop this bloody glove?
I did not hit her from above.
I cannot even wear that glove.

I did not do it with a knife.
I did not, could not kill my wife.
I did not do this awful crime.
I could not, would not anytime.

And now I'm free, I can return
To my small house, for which I yearn,
And to family whom I love.
So now I'm free, give back my glove.

  

Mary Had a Little Clone

Mary had a little lamb,
its fleece was slightly grey.
It didn't have a father,
just some borrowed DNA.

It had a sort of mother,
Though the ovum was on loan,
It was not so much a lambkin
As a little lamby clone.

And soon it had a fellow clone,
And soon it had some more.
They followed her to school one day
All cramming through the door.

It made the children laugh and sing;
The teachers found it droll.
There were too many lamby clones
For Mary to control.

No other could control the sheep,
Since their program didn't vary,
So the scientists resolved it all
By simply cloning Mary.

But now they feel quite sheepish,
Those scientists, unwary.
One problem solved,
But what do do with Mary, Mary, Mary ?

found at Looney Limericks, http://home.earthlink.net/~kristenaa/index.html

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Since wasting your time is becoming top priority, we've got a few new links to try!

Looney Limericks
http://home.earthlink.net/~kristenaa/index.html
A few nice poems to send to your sweatheart, a lot of goofy limericks along with some laughable poems!

Just For Laughs
http://www.hahaha.com/acceuil.html
Ever want to know how to get tickets? When the festival starts? Check out this site!

Dead Poet's Society aka Project Gutenberg
http://www.promo.net/pg/index.html
You will find classic books from the start of this century and previous centuries, pre-1923. So, for you brainiacs who have always wanted to read Dante's Comedy, download it and readit without ever having to go all the way to the library!

Build Your Ego
http://www2.egosurf.com/
See if you can find yourself on the internet and build your ego at the same time! Or destroy it, depending on how many people are dissing you!

Just In Case Your Dog is Having a Bad Day!
http://www.doghoroscopes.com/
If you really want to know your dog better, check this site out. I'm a cat person myself!

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