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PepsiPopr Every Sunday, a little old lady placed $1,000 in the collection plate at her church. This went on for weeks until the pastor, overcome by curiosity, approached her. "Ma'am, I couldn't help but notice that you put $1,000 a week in the collection plate," he stated. "Why yes," she replied, "every week my son sends me money, and what I don't need I give to the church." The pastor replied... "That's wonderful, how much does he send you?" The old lady said.... "Oh, $20,000 a week." The pastor was amazed... "Your son is very successful, what does he do for a living? " "He is a veterinarian," she answered. "That is a very honorable profession," the pastor says."Where does he practice?"
The old lady says proudly....
The farmer looks very pleased. "The bull has serviced ALL of my cows! He
even broke through the fence, and serviced all my NEIGHBOR'S cows! Hell,
he's serviced just about everything in sight. He's like a machine!" One of them replied, "The people native to this one island had discovered the most amazing cure for constipation. Using only the leafs of the local palm trees they concocted a suppository which quickly cured the ailment." He held up a handful of exotic palm leaves. Another professor asked while examining the fronds, "A palm leaf suppository - - did it really WORK?"
"Sure!" replied the botanist. "With fronds like these, who needs
enemas?"
"Sam," says Moe, "You know how we have both loved baseball all our lives, and how we played minor league ball together for so many years. Sam, you have to do me one favor. When you get to Heaven, and I know you will go to Heaven, somehow you've got to let me know if there's baseball in Heaven." Sam looks up at Moe from his death bed, and says, "Moe, you've been my best friend many years. This favor, if it is at all possible, I'll do for you." And shortly after that, Sam passes on. It is midnight a couple of nights later. Moe is sound asleep when he is awakened by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calls out to him, "Moe.... Moe...." "Who is it?" says Moe sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?" "Moe, it's me, Sam." "Come on. You're not Sam. Sam just died." "I'm telling you," insists the voice. "It's me, Sam!" "Sam? Is that you? Where are you?" "I'm in heaven," says Sam, "and I've got to tell you, I've got really good news and a little bad news." "So, tell me the good news first," says Moe. "The good news," says Sam "is that there is baseball in heaven. Better yet, all our old buddies who've gone before us are there. Better yet, we're all young men again. Better yet, it's always spring time and it never rains or snows. And best of all, we can play baseball all we want, and we never get tired!" "Really?" says Moe, "That is fantastic, wonderful beyond my wildest dreams! But, what's the bad news?"
"You're pitching next Tuesday"
![]() ![]() Sammy The Sunday school teacher was carefully explaining the story of Elijah the Prophet and the false prophets of Baal. She explained how Elijah built the altar, put wood upon it, cut the steer in pieces, and laid it upon the altar. And then, Elijah commanded the people of God to fill four barrels of water and pour it over the altar. He had them do this four times. "Now," said the teacher, "can anyone in the class tell me why the Lord would have Elijah pour water over the steer on the altar?"
A little girl in the back of the room started waving her hand, "I know,
I know," she said. "To make the gravy!"
Finally, the assistant Pro said he would play with him and asked him how many strokes he wanted for a bet. The 80 year old said, "I really don't need any strokes as I have been playing quite well. The only real problem I have, is getting out of sand traps." And he did play well. Coming to the par four 18th, they were all even. The Pro had a nice drive and was able to get on the green and two-putt for a par. The old man had a nice drive, but his approach shot landed in a sand trap next to the green. Playing from the bunker he hit a high ball, which landed on the green and rolled into the cup. Birdie, match and all the money! The Pro walked over to the sand trap where his opponent was still standing in the trap. He said: "nice shot, but I thought you said you have a problem getting out of sand traps?" Replied the octogenarian "I do, would you please give me a hand."
The doomed man decided he'd have some fun while he still could. So he bought a flashy car, hired a chauffeur, and had the best tailor in town make him 30 suits. The he decided that even his shirts would be made to order. "Okay," said the shirt maker, "let's get your measurements. Hmm, 34 sleeve, 16 collar --" "Fifteen," the man said. "I've always worn a 15 collar."
"Sixteen collar," the shirt maker repeated, measuring again. "You keep
on wearing a 15-inch collar and first thing you know your eyes will pop
and you'll have ringing in your ears."
That clod repeating seventh grade? He's not a knucklehead; "Scholastic'lly persistent" is the phrase to use instead; Don't talk of "dwarfs" or "midgets" both are terms you should revise; Today, they're known as "persons of a non-excessive size;" You'll find you're not offending any group or race or sect As long as what you're saying is Politic'lly Correct. Our nation has no "Indians" in case you haven't heard, "Indigenous Americans" is now the term preferred; Don't call that drifter "homeless" that's the no-no of the year; He's a "worker in transition" or "an urban pioneer." Don't call that guy in women's clothes a weirdo or a freak; He's "a fashion nonconformist with a lifestyle that's unique." No lack of sensivity will anyone detect As long as ev'ry comment is Politic'lly Correct. To psychopathic killers, nicer labels we're now giving; They're "gentlemen who specialize in terminating living;" Don't call that creep a "rapist", he might think you were unkind; He's "a sexual crusader" who's "assertively inclined;" As for all those scuzzy pushers hooking kids throughout the land, They're now "inner city merchants with a product in demand;" So make certain that you're careful with the words that you select; And we guarantee you'll always be Politic'lly Correct.
![]() Lee Jack wakes up with a huge hangover after attending his company's Christmas party. Jack is not normally a drinker, but the drinks didn't taste like alcohol at all. He didn't even remember how he got home from the party. As bad as he was feeling, he wondered if he did something wrong. Jack had to force himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table. And, next to them, a single red rose!
Jack sits up and sees his clothing in front of him,
all clean and pressed. He looks around the room and
sees that it is in perfect order, spotlessly clean.
So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins,
cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at
him in the bathroom mirror. Then he notices a note
hanging on the corner of the mirror written in red
with little hearts on it and a kiss mark from his
wife in lipstick!: "Honey, breakfast is on the stove,
I left early to go get groceries to make you your
favorite dinner tonight. He stumbles to the kitchen and sure enough, there is hot breakfast, steaming hot coffee and the morning newspaper. His oldest son is also at the table, eating. Jack asks, "Son... what happened last night?" "Well, you came home after 3 A.M., drunk and out of your mind. You fell over the coffee table and broke it, and then you puked in the hallway, and got that black eye when you ran into the door." Confused he asked his son, "So, why is everything in such perfect order, so clean, I have a rose, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me?" His son replies, "Oh THAT!... Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you screamed, "Leave me alone, lady, I'm married!" Broken Coffee Table $39.99 Hot Breakfast $4.20 Two Aspirins .38
Saying the right thing, at the right time...Priceless!
At a jewelry store, a young man bought an expensive locket as a present for his girlfriend. "Don't you want her name engraved upon it?" asked the jeweler. The young man thought for a moment, and then, ever the pragmatic, steadfastly replied, "No, just engrave it: 'To My One And Only Love'. That way, if we break up and she throws it back to me in anger, I can use it again." ![]() |