Fair Compensation
A motorist, driving by a Texas ranch, hit and killed a
calf that was crossing the road. The driver went to the owner of the calf and
explained what had happened. He then asked what the animal was worth. "Oh, about $200 today," said the
rancher. "But in six years it would have been worth $900. So $900 is what
I'm out." The motorist sat down and
wrote out a check and handed it to the farmer.
"Here," he said, "is the check for $900. It's postdated
six years from now."
Ladies, Read Only The First Part -- Men, The Rest
A woman was out golfing one day when she hit the ball
into the woods. She went into the woods to look for it and found a frog in a
trap. The frog said to her, "If you release me from this trap, I will
grant you three wishes." The woman
freed the frog, and the frog said, "Thank you, but I failed to mention
that there was a condition to your wishes. Whatever you wish for, your husband
will get times ten!" The woman
said, "That's okay." For her first wish, she wanted to be the most
beautiful woman in the world. The frog
warned her, "You do realize that this wish will also make your husband the
most handsome man in the world, an Adonis to whom women will flock." The woman replied, "That's okay, because
I will be the most beautiful woman and he will have eyes only for me."
So, KAZAM -- she's the most beautiful woman in the world!
For her second wish, she wanted to be the richest woman
in the world. The frog said, "That will make your husband the richest man
in the world. And he will be ten times richer than you." The woman said, "That's okay, because
what's mine is his and what's his is mine."
So, KAZAM -- she's the richest woman in the world!
The frog then inquired about her third wish, and she
answered, "I'd like a mild heart attack." Moral of the story: Women are clever. Don't
mess with them. Attention female
readers: This is the end of the joke for you. Stop here and continue feeling
good.
Male readers, continue reading ...
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The man had a heart attack ten times milder than his
wife. Moral of the story: Women think
they're so smart. Let them continue to think that way and just enjoy the show.
When I win the lottery
Bubba and Bo, two good ole boys, were sitting' on the front
porch when a large truck hauling rolls and rolls of sod went by.
"I'm gonna do that when I win the lottery," said Bubba.
"Do what?" asked Bo. "Send my grass out to be mowed,"
answered Bubba.
Why oh Why???
Why do supermarkets make the sick walk all the way to the
back of the store to get their prescriptions while healthy people can buy
cigarettes at the front?
Why do people order double cheeseburgers, large fries,
and a diet coke?
Why do banks leave vault doors open and then chain the
pens to the counters?
Why do we leave cars worth thousands of dollars in our
driveways and put our useless junk in the garage?
Ever Wonder...
Why the sun lightens our hair, but darkens our skin?
Why can't women put on mascara with their mouth closed?
Why don't you ever see the headline 'Psychic Wins
Lottery'?
Why is 'abbreviated' such a long word?
Why is it that doctors and attorneys call what they do
'practice'?
Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavoring, and dish
washing liquid made with real lemons?
Why is the man who invests all your money called a
broker?
Why is the time of day with the slowest traffic called
rush hour?
Why isn't there mouse-flavored cat food?
Why didn't Noah swat those two mosquitoes?
Why do they sterilize the needle for lethal injections?
You know that indestructible black box that is used on
airplanes? Why don't they make the whole plane out of that stuff??
Why don't sheep shrink when it rains?
Why are they called apartments when they are all stuck
together?
If flying is so safe, why do they call the airport the
terminal?
Bad golfer
Bad Golfer: "I'd move heaven and earth to break 100
on this course."
Caddy: "Try heaven, you've already moved most of the
earth."
Today’s Thought
From now on, ending a sentence with a preposition is
something up with which I will not put.
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