Growing Older

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…

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Shit… I forgot the words.

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The above was found in the email inbox.

She Forgot The Lipstick

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!.
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Burnt Toast

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

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.

Uncle Seamus

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?”

Meaning of the Resurrection

From the email inbox:

Got to love this kid…

  MEANING OF THE RESURRECTION
           A Baptist pastor was presenting a children’s sermon. During the sermon, he asked the children if they knew what the resurrection was.  
Now, asking questions during children’s sermons is crucial, but at the same time, asking children questions in front of a congregation can also be very dangerous.
         Having asked the children if they knew the meaning of the resurrection, a little boy raised his hand……..ATT0000111
The pastor called on him and the little boy said,   “I know that if you have a resurrection that lasts more than four hours you are supposed to call the doctor.”  
It took over ten minutes for the congregation to settle down enough for the service to continue.

Mother Nature

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

Bad Pilots

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….

Paradise

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.”

My First Condom

From the email inbox:

         My First Condom.
I recall my first time with a condom. I was 14. I went in to buy a packet of condoms at Parchen’s pharmacy. In those days it took a lot   of guts to go in a store and ask for that kind of  item because everyone in town knew me and there was no doubt the young lady (I think her name was Nola) knew what they were for.
She was working as an assistant behind the counter, and she could  see that I was really embarrassed by the whole procedure. She handed me the package and asked if I knew how to wear one.
I honestly answered, ‘No, not really.’
So she unwrapped the package, took one out and slipped it over her thumb. She cautioned me to make sure it was on tight and secure.
I apparently still looked confused. So, she looked all around the store to see if it  were empty. It was. ‘Just a minute,’ she said, and walked me into the back room, unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. She unhooked her bra and laid it aside. ‘Do these excite you?’ She asked.
Well, I was so dumb-struck that all I could do was stand there with my mouth open and nod my head. She then said it was time to slip the condom on. As I was slipping it on, she dropped her skirt, removed her panties and lay down on a desk. ‘Well, come on’, she said, ‘We don’t have much time.’
So I climbed on her. It was so wonderful that, unfortunately, I could no longer hold back and KAPOW, I was done within a few moments.
She looked at me with a bit of a frown. ‘Did you put that condom on?’ she asked. I said, ‘sure did,’ and held up my thumb to show her.
Then she beat the shit out of me….

Windows

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.

Senior Moments

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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.
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Cell Phone Etiquette

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

Mexican Pay Raise

From my email inbox:

 

The Mexican Maid
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The Mexican maid asked for a pay increase.
The wife was very upset about this, and decided to talk to her about the raise.

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?”


Maria: “Jor huzban, he say so.”

Wife: “Oh yeah?”

Maria: “The second reason eez that I am better cook than you.”


Wife: “Nonsense, who said you were a better cook than me?”

Maria: “Jor hozban deed.”


Wife, increasingly agitated: “Oh he did, did he?”

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.”

Wife: “So, how much do you want?”

New Neighbor

This is my new neighbor…Neighbor

She’s single…


She lives right across the road.


I can see her place from my deck.


I watched as she got home from work this evening.


I was surprised when she walked across the

street and up my driveway and

knocked on my door.


I rushed to open it; she looks at me and says,

“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?”


I quickly replied, “Nope, I’m free,
and I have no plans at all!”


She said, “Great! Could you

watch my dog?”

Being a senior citizen really sucks!

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Above was from my email inbox.

The Naked Cowboy

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.’

Lawsuit

From my email inbox:

A recent article in the Kentucky Post reported that a woman, one Anne Maynard, has sued St Luke's hospital, saying that after her husband had surgery there, he  lost all interest in sex.
A hospital spokesman replied ... "Mr. Maynard was admitted 
in Ophthalmology – all we did was correct his eyesight."

Fairy Tale

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

Hot Air Balloon

From my email inbox:

So you think you’re having a bad day…


then you step outside of your house…
 

and look up into the beautiful blue sky… 

…and see this!!!!! image0010009All of a sudden, that smile comes back to your face and you say to yourself

”Now that’s a big ass balloon!!!”

…and things don’t seem quite so bad! 

HAVE A GREAT REST OF THE WEEK! 

Hello From An Old Man

 Did you ever wonder why it is so hard for older men to find a job and get hired???

Old Man

Job interview:
Human Resources Manager: “What is your greatest weakness?”
Old man: “Honesty.”
Human Resources Manager: “I don’t think honesty is a weakness.”
Old Man: “I don’t really give a shit what you think.”

The Polish Divorce

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:

Polish Remover

The Railing

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…

A bit of humor from my email inbox:

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Football and the Blonde


Of all the blonde jokes, this one has to be the best — because it makes football make sense!
A guy took his blonde girlfriend to her first football game. They had great seats right behind their team’s bench. After the game, he asked her how she liked it. 

“Oh, I really liked it,” she replied, “especially the tight pants and all the big muscles, but I just couldn’t understand why they were killing each other over 25 cents.”
Dumbfounded, her boyfriend asked, “What do you mean?” 
“Well, they flipped a coin, one team got it and then for the rest of the game, all they kept screaming was… ‘Get the quarterback! Get the quarterback!’ I’m like…Helloooooo? It’s only 25 cents!!!!”

Paramour

From my email inbox:

After a Southern man moved from Atlanta to a New Jersey suburb, a

fellow passenger on a train asked how he liked it in the country.

“It was difficult at first,” the man replied, “but it’s a lot better since I

got myself a paramour.”

The passenger was astonished.  “A paramour?” he said.  “Does your wife

know?”

“Sure”, said the Southerner.  “She doesn’t care how I cut the grass.”
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Paramour: an illicit lover

Redneck Mouse Trap

From my email inbox:

This is the best mousetrap I have ever used, 5 gal bucket with a gal of RV antifreeze dumped in the bottom,  plastic bottle with a coat hanger thru it and some peanut butter on the middle of the bottle.

Lean a board up against the side and it works all year without checking it and no smell.

I love rednecks, they are the most ingenious group of people I have ever seen.  

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Ah, Sweet Love

From my email inbox:

Ah, sweet love!!!!

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?)

Cletus

Cletus is passing by Billy Bob’s hay barn one day when, through a gap in the door,

he sees Billy Bob doing a slow and sensual striptease in front of an old John Deere.

Buttocks clenched, he performs a slow pirouette, and gently slides off first the

right strap of his overalls, followed by the left. He then hunches his shoulders

forward and in a classic striptease move, lets his overalls fall down to his hips,

revealing a torn and frayed plaid shirt. Then, grabbing both sides of his shirt,

he rips it apart to reveal his stained T-shirt underneath. With a final flourish,

he tears the T-shirt from his body, and hurls his baseball cap onto a pile of hay.

Having seen enough, Cletus rushes in and says, “What the world are you doing,

Billy Bob?”

“Good grief, Cletus, you scared the bejeebers out of me,” says an obviously

embarrassed Billy Bob. “But me ‘n the wife been having trouble lately in the

bedroom department, so the therapist suggested I do something sexy to a tractor.”

Forgot My Glasses

FORGOT MY GLASSES

Yesterday my daughter again asked why I didn’t do something useful with my time.

 

Talking about my “doing something useful” seemed to be her favorite topic of conversation.

She was “only thinking of me” and suggested I go down to the senior center and hang out with the guys.

I did this and when I got home last night I decided to teach her a lesson about staying out of my business.

I told her that I had joined a parachute club.

She said, “Are you nuts? You ‘re almost 79 years old and you’re going to start jumping out of airplanes?”

I proudly showed her that I even got a membership card.

She said to me, “Good grief, where are your glasses! This is a membership to a Prostitute Club,

not a Parachute Club.”

“I’m in trouble again, and I don’t know what to do… I signed up for five times a week,” I told her.  She fainted.

Life as a senior citizen is not getting any easier

but sometimes it can be fun.

 

Dear Dr. Phil

Dear Dr. Phil,

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,
  John


P.S. Enclosed is a picture of Sam with the two fish we caught.

Dear John
Get rid of that narrow-minded wife.
That’s two nice fish!

A doctor on his morning walk…

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A doctor on his morning walk, noticed the old lady pictured above:,
She was sitting on her front step smoking a cigar, so he walked up to her and said,
“I couldn’t help but notice how happy you look! What is your secret?”
“I smoke ten cigars a day,” she said. “Before I go to bed, I smoke a nice
big joint. Apart from that, I drink a whole bottle of Jack Daniels every
week, and eat only junk food. On weekends, I pop pills, have sex, and I
don’t exercise at all.”
“That is absolutely amazing! How old are you?”
“Forty,” she replied

With Age Comes Wisdom

Four 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.”
With age comes wisdom.

Senior Moment

image001000I 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.

Do You Drink?

Lady: Do you drink?
Man: Yes.
Lady: How much a day?
Man: Three 6 packs.
Lady: How much per 6 pack?
Man: About $10.00.
Lady: And how long have you been drinking?
Man: 15 years.
Lady: So one 6 pack costs $10.00, and you have 3 packs a day which puts your
spending each month at $900. In one year, it would be $10,800 correct?
Man: Correct.
Lady: If in 1 year you spend $10,800 not accounting for inflation, the past
15 years puts your spending at $162,000 correct?
Man: Correct.
Lady: Do you know that if you hadn’t drank, that money could have been put
in a step-up interest savings account and after accounting for compound
interest for the past 15 years, you could have now bought a Ferrari?
Man: Do you drink?
Lady: No.
Man: So where’s your Ferrari?

Perfect Example Of Why Men…

Perfect example of why men can’t understand women.

ImageI 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…