I hope this poem has the same effect on
you as it did for me – then my forwarding
it will be worth the effort. Walk with me
by the water – worth the read…
Shit… I forgot the words.
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The above was found in the email inbox.
A little of this. A little of that.
I hope this poem has the same effect on
you as it did for me – then my forwarding
it will be worth the effort. Walk with me
by the water – worth the read…
Shit… I forgot the words.
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The above was found in the email inbox.
Found in the email inbox.
Don’t you just hate it?…….you get all dressed up; you’re looking hot; smokin’ hot! As you strut your stuff down the street, you can almost feel all the eyes upon you.
Then, you happen to catch a quick glimpse of yourself in a mirror, and you suddenly REALIZE…you forgot the lipstick…the whole look you were after is gone to hell, right then and there!.
DANG !!
Burn your toast, anyone?
You do have options.
Eat it.
Toss it in the trash.
Scrape it, then eat it.
Give it to the birds.
Or save it, and use it in place of sandpaper,
or an emergency coaster for the coffee and/or end table.
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Okay, so I’m outside getting some air. It is late, like 11:55 night late. A neighbor of comes out, and says,
“Nice Night.”
Me: “Yes it is, and a delightful one.”
He: “Nice and warm.”
Me: “Yup.”
He: “The moon looks nice too.”
Me: “In all its glory.”
He: When he decided to go back inside, he said, “Have a good day.”
Me: Why say that, when the time according to my phone reads 11:59 PM. I mean the day is already shot to hell. In another 60 seconds a new day will start. So why didn’t this moron wish me a good day then, instead of say, 10-11 hours earlier, when the day was still in its earlier stages. It would have picked up my spirits, feel lively, full of piss and vinegar, the cats meow, the bees knees, do an Irish Jig. But no. It never happened. Such is life.
A bit of fictitious humor, observation and/or rant: chuckle, chuckle, ha ha, groan, by A Pondering Mind.
From the email inbox:
Mick and Paddy have made a promise to their uncle.
They had an Uncle Seamus who was a seafaring gent all his life and a while
before he passed away, he made the boys promise to bury him at sea.
Of course he did pass away and the boys remembered to keep their promise.
So off they set with Uncle Seamus all stitched up in a burial bag and loaded
onto their rowing boat.
After a while Mick says, “Do yer tink dis is fer enuff out, Paddy?”
Without a word Paddy slips over the side only to be standing in water up to
his knees. “Dis’ll never do Mick. Let’s row some more.”
After a bit more rowing Paddy slips over the side again but the water is
only up to his belly, so on they row.
Again Mick asks Paddy, “Do yer tink dis is fer enuff out Paddy?”
Once again Paddy slips over the side and almost immediately says, “No dis’ll
neva do.” The water was only up to his chest.
So on they row and row and row when finally Paddy slips over the side and
disappears! Quite a bit of time goes by and poor Mick is really getting
himself into a state when suddenly Paddy breaks the surface gasping for
breath.
“Well is it deep enuff yet, Paddy?”
“Aye it tis! Can yer hand me da shovel?”
Note: When I took a break from blogging, the very next day, I came down with a nasty head cold. And it happened on the first day of spring. So my thinking is still bit foggy. With that said, here is a bit of humor from the email inbox.
Thought you should know that the abridged version of “Understanding Women” is finally out in paperback.
From the email inbox:
Got to love this kid…
A Daughter is visiting her Father. She asks: “Tell me dad, how are you
managing with the new I-Pad we gave you for your birthday?”
He says “Good”.
This is in German but no subtitles needed:
Just click on the link below
http://www.snotr.com/video/8965/
It seems that mother nature has a problem.
The problem is, she must have a very itchy scalp.
With all the dandruff falling from the sky above,
it looks like she needs a good shampooing, with
a good rinsing.
Then a apply some conditioning, then rinse
and repeat.
Now, all this dandruff is landing on planet
earth, and are the ones who have to deal with it.
When the weather warms up, then a real good
rinsing will commence, and then it will wash away
all the built up dandruff, that she wanted to
share with us.
— A Pondering Mind
If you saw a heat wave, would you wave back?
— Steven Wright
Brainy Quote
Our bathroom has been remodeled, and quite frankly, it is quaint.
Photographer unknown
From the email inbox:
The Air Canada plane leaves Pearson Airport under the control of a Jewish
captain; his co-pilot is Chinese.
It’s the first time they’ve flown together and an awkward silence between
the two seems to indicate a mutual dislike.
Once they reach cruising altitude, the Jewish captain activates the
auto-pilot, leans back in his seat, and mutters,
‘I don’t like Chinese..’
‘No rike Chinese?’ asks the co-pilot, ‘why not?’
‘You people bombed Pearl Harbor, that’s why!’
‘No, no’, the co-pilot protests, ‘Chinese not bomb Peahl Hahbah!
That Japanese, not Chinese.’
‘Japanese, Chinese, Vietnamese….doesn’t matter, you’re all alike!’
There’s a few minutes of silence.
‘I no rike Jews!’ the co-pilot suddenly announces.
‘Oh yeah, why not?’ asks the captain.
‘Jews sink Titanic!’ says the co-pilot.
‘What? You’re insane! Jews didn’t sink the Titanic!’ exclaims the captain,
‘It was an iceberg!’
Iceberg, Goldberg, Greenberg, Rosenberg , ..no mattah…all the same….
From the email inbox:
When everybody on earth was dead and waiting to enter Paradise, God appeared and said, “I want the men to make two lines.
One line for the men who were true heads of their household, and the other line for the men who were dominated by their women.
I want all the women to report to St.Peter.” Soon, the women were gone, and there were two lines of men.
The line of the men who were dominated by their wives was 100 miles long,and in the line of men
who truly were heads of their household, there was only one man.
God said to the long line, “You men should be ashamed of yourselves, I created you to be the head of your household!
You have been disobedient and have not fulfilled your purpose! Of all of you, only one obeyed. Learn from him.”
God turned to the one man, “How did you manage to be the only one in this line?”
The man replied, “My wife told me to stand here.”
From the email inbox:
Reporters interviewing a 104-year-old woman:
‘And what do you think is the best thing
about being 104?’ the reporter asked…
She simply replied, ‘No peer pressure.’
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From the email inbox
Know how to prevent sagging?
Just eat till the wrinkles fill out.
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From the email inbox
Wife texts husband on a cold winter’s morning:
“Windows frozen, won’t open.”
Husband texts back:
“Gently pour some lukewarm water over it.”
Wife texts back 5 minutes later:
“Computer really screwed up now.”
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From the email inbox.
From the email inbox:
After a tiring day, a commuter settled down in his seat and closed his eyes.
As the train rolled out of the station, the young woman sitting next to him pulled
out her cell phone and started talking in a loud voice:
“Hi sweetheart. It’s Sue. I’m on the train”.
“Yes, I know it’s the six thirty and not the four thirty, but I had a long meeting”.
“No, honey, not with that Kevin from the accounting office. It was with the boss”.
“No sweetheart, you’re the only one in my life”.
“Yes, I’m sure, cross my heart!”
Fifteen minutes later, she was still talking loudly.
When the man sitting next to her had enough, he leaned over and said into the phone,
“Sue, hang up the phone and come back to bed.”
Sue doesn’t use her cell phone in public any longer
From my email inbox:
She asked: “Now Maria, why do you want a pay increase?”
Maria: “Well, Senora, there are tree reasons why I wanna increaze.
The first is that I iron better than you.”Wife: “Who said you iron better than me?”
Wife: “Oh yeah?”
Maria: “The second reason eez that I am better cook than you.”
Maria: “Jor hozban deed.”
Maria: “The third reason is that I am better at sex than you in the bed.”
Wife, really boiling now and through gritted teeth
, “And did my husband say that as well?”Maria: “No Senora
, the gardener deed.”
street and up my driveway and
knocked on my door.
“I just got home, and I am so horny! I have
this strong urge to have a good
time, get drunk, and make love all night long!
Are you busy tonight?”
From my email inbox:
A Sheriff in a small town in Wyoming walks out in the street
and sees a blond haired cowboy coming toward him with nothing on but his cowboy hat, his gun and his boots.
He arrests him for indecent exposure.
As he is locking him up, he asks
‘Why in the world are you walking around like this?’
The cowboy says,
‘Well it’s like this Sheriff, I was in this bar down the road
and this pretty little red head asks me to go out to her motor home with her.
So I did.
We go inside and she pulls off her top and asks me to pull off my shirt….
So I did.
Then she pulls off her skirt and asks me to pull off my pants…..
So I did.
Then she pulls off her panties and asks me to pull off my shorts…..
So I did.
Then she gets on the bed and looks at me kind of sexy and says,
‘Now go to town cowboy. ‘
‘And here I am.’
From my email inbox:
From my email inbox:
A MALE FAIRY TALE:
Once upon a time, a Prince asked a beautiful Princess, “Will you marry
me?”
The Princess said, “No!!!” And the Prince lived happily ever after and
rode motorcycles and dated skinny long-legged full-breasted women
and hunted and fished and raced cars and went to naked bars and
dated ladies half his age and drank whiskey, beer and Captain Morgan
and never heard bitching and never paid child support or alimony and
dated cheerleaders and kept his house and guns and ate Spam and
potato chips and beans and blew enormous farts and never got
cheated on while he was at work and all his friends and family
thought he was friggin cool as hell and he had tons of money in
the bank and left the toilet seat up.
The end
From my email inbox:
From my email inbox:
So you think you’re having a bad day…
From my email inbox:
THE POLISH DIVORCE
A Polish man moved to the USA and married an American girl. Although his English was far from perfect, they got along very well. One day he rushed into a lawyer’s office and asked him if he could arrange a divorce for him.
The lawyer said that getting a divorce would depend on the circumstances, and asked him the following questions:
Q: Have you any grounds?
A: Yes, an acre and half and nice little home.
Q: No, I mean what is the foundation of this case?
A: It made of concrete.
Q: I don’t think you understand. Does either of you have a real grudge?
A: No, we have carport, and not need one.
Q: I mean what are your relations like?
A: All my relations still in Poland …
Q: Is there any infidelity in your marriage?
A: We have hi-fidelity stereo and good DVD player.
Q: Does your wife beat you up?
A: No, I always up before her.
Q: Is your wife a nagger?
A: No, she white.
Q: Why do you want this divorce?
A: She going to kill me.
Q: What makes you think that?
A: I got proof.
Q: What kind of proof?
A: She going to poison me. She buy a bottle at drugstore and put on shelf in bathroom. I can read English pretty good, and it say:
Charlie, who is a grown man, likes to slide down on the circular railing, which is long and steep. He always likes to slide down it, side saddle. This time, Charlie was wearing silk pajamas, and this in turn would turn out to be a big mistake.
It was time for him to go down stairs, and have is breakfast, when he decided to straddle the railing, which was just polished by the maid. Charlie started down the railing with a big WEEEEEEEEEE, then a nano second later, OWWWWWWWWWWWW.
I’m sure you will figure out what happened to poor old Charlie.
A bit of humor from my email inbox:
From my email inbox:
From my email inbox:
Lean a board up against the side and it works all year without checking it and no smell.
From my email inbox:
A middle-aged couple had finally learned how to send and receive texts
on their cell phones.
The wife, being a romantic at heart, decided one day that she’d send
her husband a text while she was
out of the house having coffee with a friend.
She texted:
If you are sleeping, send me your dreams.
If you are laughing, send me your smile.
If you are eating, send me a bite.
If you are drinking, send me a sip.
If you are crying, send me your tears.
I love you.
The husband, being a no-nonsense sort of guy, texted back:
I’m on the toilet. Please advise.
(Brings a tear to the eye, doesn’t it?)
When I retired, I could hardly wait to spend time enjoying my favorite pastime
� fishing.I bought my own little fishing boat and tried to get my wife to join me, but she just never liked fishing.
Finally, one day down at the Bait & Tackle Shop, I got to talking to Sam the shop owner, who it turned out, loves fishing as much as I do. We quickly became fishing buddies.
As I said, the wife doesn’t care about fishing. She not only refuses to join us, but she always complains that I spend too much time out on the lake.
A few weeks ago Sam and I had the best fishing trip ever. Not only did I catch the most beautiful fish you’ve ever seen, only a few minutes later Sam must have caught its twin brother!
So I took a picture of Sam holding up the two nice fish that we caught and showed the picture to my wife, hoping that maybe she’d get interested.
Instead she says she doesn’t want me to go fishing at all anymore! And she wants me to sell the boat!
I think she just doesn’t like to see me enjoying myself.
What would you do? Tell the wife to forget it and continue my hobby, or quit fishing and sell the boat as she insists?
Thanks,
Dear
JohnFour guys were all at a deer camp. They had two cabins, two men per cabin. After the first night, no one wanted to room with Bob because he snored so badly. They decided it wasn’t fair to make one of them stay with him the whole time, so they voted to take turns. The next night, Joe slept with Bob and came dragging to breakfast the next morning with his hair a mess and his eyes all bloodshot.They said,”Man, what happened to you?”He said, “Bob snored so loudly, I just sat up and watched him all night.”The next night it was Mike’s turn. In the morning, same thing, hair all standing up, eyes all bloodshot.They said, “Man, what happened to you? You look awful!”He said, “That Bob shakes the roof with his snoring. I watched him all night.”Then it was Fred’s turn. Fred was a tanned older cowboy, a man’s man. The next morning he came to breakfast bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.“Good morning!” he said.They couldn’t believe it. They said, “Man, what happened? How did you survive the snoring?”He said, “Well, we got ready for bed. I patted Bob on the butt, tucked him into bed, and kissed him good night. Bob sat up and watched me all night.”
I failed a Health and Safety course at the Senior Center today.
One of the questions was:
“In the event of a fire, what steps would you take?”
“F*ckin’ big ones” was apparently the wrong answer.
Perfect example of why men can’t understand women.
I was at the bar the other night and heard three girls, with a significant overabundance of flesh, talking at the bar. Their accent appeared to be Scottish, so I approached and asked, “Hello, are you three lassies from Scotland?”
One of them screeched, “It’s WALES, you bloody idiot!”
So I apologized and replied, “I am so sorry. Are you three whales from Scotland?”
And… that’s when the fight started…
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