Time
Have you been guilty of looking at others your own age
and thinking, "Surely I cannot look that old?" Well, I was sitting in
the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his DDS
diploma, which bore his full name. Suddenly,
I remembered that a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy with the same name had been
in my high school class some 40-odd years ago. Could he be the same guy that I
had a secret crush on, way back then? Upon
seeing him, however, I quickly discarded any such thought. This balding,
gray-haired man with the deeply lined face was way, way too old to have been my
classmate...or could he? After he
examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended Morgan Park High School. "Yes. Yes. I did...I'm a Morgan
Mustang," he gleamed with pride. "When
did you graduate?" I asked. He
answered, "In 1959. Why do you ask?"
"You were in my class!" I exclaimed. He looked at me closely...and that ugly, old,
wrinkled jerk asked, "What did you teach?"
Grades
Little Johnny wasn't getting good marks in school. One
day he confided in his teacher: "I don't want to scare you, but my daddy
says if I don't get better grades, somebody is going to get a spanking."
The Last Word
There was a feud between the Pastor and the Choir
Director of The Hicksville Southern Baptist Church. It seems the first hint of trouble came when
the Pastor preached on "dedicating yourselves to service" and the
Choir Director chose to sing: "I Shall Not Be Moved." Trying to believe it was a coincidence, the
Pastor put the incident behind him. The
next Sunday he preached on "giving." Afterwards, the choir squirmed
as the Director led them in the hymn: "Jesus Paid It All." By this time, the Pastor was losing his
temper. Sunday morning attendance swelled as the tension between the two built.
A large crowd showed up the next week to hear his sermon on "the sin of
gossiping." Would you believe the
Choir Director selected: "I Love To Tell The Story." There was no turning back. The following
Sunday the Pastor told the congregation that unless something changed he was
considering resignation. The entire church gasped when the Choir Director led
them in: "Why Not Tonight." Truthfully,
no one was surprised when the Pastor resigned a week later; explaining that
Jesus had led him there and Jesus was leading him away. The Choir Director could not resist:
"What A Friend We Have In Jesus."
Cross-country Trip
Four guys are driving cross-country together -- one from
Idaho, one from Iowa, one from Florida, and the last one is from New York. After a while the man from Idaho starts
pulling potatoes from his bag and throwing them out the window. The man from Iowa asks, "What in the world
are you doing?" The man from Idaho
says, "Man, we have so many of these things in Idaho -- I'm sick of
looking at them!" A few more miles,
and the man from Iowa begins pulling ears of corn from his bag and throwing
them out the window. The man from Florida asks, "What are you
doing?" The man from Iowa replies,
"Man, we have so many of these things in Iowa -- I'm sick of looking at
them!" Inspired by the others, the
man from Florida opens the car door and pushes the New Yorker out.
Q&A
Q: What do you call a snobbish inmate going down the
prison stairs?
A: A condescending con descending.
Three Wishes
A woman was out golfing one day when she hit the ball into
the woods. She went in 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," and 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 whom women
will flock to. "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."
ADDITIONAL:
But wait! There's more...
The man actually had a heart attack ten times MILDER than
his wife. Duh.
Games Old People Play
1. Sag, you're It.
2. Hide and go wee.
3. Twenty questions shouted into your good ear.
4. Kick the bucket
5. Musical recliners.
6. Simon says something incoherent.
7. Pin the Toupee on the bald guy.
The Porch Painter
A young blonde girl in her late teens, wanting to earn
some extra money for the summer, decided to hire herself out as a "handy
woman" and started canvassing a nearby well-to-do neighborhood. She went
to the front door of the first house and asked the owner if he had any odd jobs
for her to do. "Well, I guess I
could use somebody to paint the porch. How much will you charge me?" Delighted, the girl quickly responded,
"How about $50?" The man
agreed and told her that the paint and brushes and everything she would need
were in the garage. The man's wife,
hearing the conversation, said to her husband, "Does she realize that our
porch goes ALL the way around the house?"
"That's a bit cynical, isn't it?" he responded. The wife replied, "You're right. I guess
I'm starting to believe all those dumb blonde jokes." A few hours later the blonde came to the door
to collect her money. "You're
finished already??" the startled husband asked. "Yes," the blonde replied,
"and I even had paint left over so I gave it two coats." Impressed, the man reached into his pocket
for the $50 and handed it to her along with a $10 tip. "Thank you," the blonde said,
"And, by the way, it's not a Porch, it's a Mercedes."
Today’s Thought
Want to hear a word I just made up? Plagiarism.
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