Yearly Physical
I went to
the doctor for my yearly physical. The nurse starts with the basics. "How
much do you weigh?" she asks. "115," I say. The nurse
puts me on the scale. It turns out my weight is 140. The nurse asks, "Your
height?" "5 foot 8," I say. The nurse checks and sees that I
only measure 5'5". She then takes my blood pressure and tells me it is
very high. "OF COURSE IT'S HIGH!" I scream, "When I came in here
I was tall and slender! Now I'm short and fat!"
Job Title
I had to take a whole load of tree limbs
to the dump today in my trailer at work. I came to realize that when I prayed
for a job as a branch manager, I needed to be a little more specific.
Panic Attacks
Carpooling to work, a man got
increasingly stressed with each trip. After a week of panic attacks, he went to
the doctor. "I'm fine on the bridges, in the traffic and even in the dark
after a long day," the man explained. "But when I go through the
tunnels with those three other guys, I feel like I'm gonna explode. Am I
crazy?" "Not at all," the doctor said. "You just have Car-pool
Tunnel Syndrome."
Ways To Tell You're Over The Hill
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You find your foot
tapping along with accordion music.
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You're sitting on a
park bench one day and a Boy Scout comes up and helps you cross your legs.
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Lawn care is the
highlight of your week.
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You light the
candles on your birthday cake ... and a group of campers joins hands around it
and begins singing "Kum Ba Yah."
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Your insurance
company sends you their calendar ... one month at a time.
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You've noticed that
gelatin desserts are a lot tougher to chew these days.
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Your bed has more
options than your car.
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One of the throw
pillows on your sofa is a hot water bottle.
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It takes a couple
of tries to get over speed bumps.
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You discover that
the words, "whippersnapper," "scalawag," and "by
cracky" have begun creeping into your vocabulary.
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You hear yourself
saying, "Why, I remember when...." more than three times a day.
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You run out of
breath walking DOWN a flight of stairs.
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You look both ways
before crossing a room.
Good News And Bad News For A Pastor
Good News: The Women's Guild voted to send you a
get-well card.
Bad News: The vote passed 31-30.
Good News: The Elder Board accepted your job
description the way you wrote it.
Bad News: They were so inspired by it, they also
formed a search committee to find somebody capable of filling the position.
Good News: You finally found a choir director
who approaches things exactly the same way you do.
Bad News: The choir mutinied.
Good News: The trustees finally voted to add
more church parking.
Bad News: They are going to blacktop the front
lawn of your parsonage.
Good News: Church attendance rose dramatically
the last three weeks.
Bad News: You were on vacation.
Good News: Your biggest critic just left your
church.
Bad News: She has been appointed the District
Supervisor of your denomination's region.
Good News: The youth in your church come to your
house for a surprise visit.
Bad News: It's in the middle of the night and
they're armed with toilet paper and shaving cream.
Kids' Kwotes
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"Close the curtains,"
requested a tot, sitting in a pool of bright light. "The sun's looking at
me too hard."
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Someone asked a youngster when he
would turn 6. He replied, "When I'm tired of being 5."
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Seeing her first hailstorm, a
3-year-old exclaimed, "Mommy, it's raining dumplings!"
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As her gramma frantically waved away
a pesky fly with a white dishtowel, the granddaughter observed, "Maybe he
thinks you're surrendering."
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When a child heard that her aunt just
had a baby and it looked like her uncle, she said, "You mean he has a
mustache?"
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While shampooing her son, age 4, the
mom noted his hair was growing so fast he'd soon need it cut. He replied,
"Maybe we shouldn't water it so much."
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When complimented on her vocabulary,
the 5-year-old nonchalantly responded, "I have words in my head I haven't
even used yet."
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His mom informed Brian that she was
going outside to get a little sun. "But Mommy," he gulped, "You
already have a little son -- me!"
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When a boy reported two look-alike
classmates at school, his parents said they were probably twins. The next day,
he came home all bubbly and said, "Guess what? They're not only twins,
they're brothers!"
Truth Tells
After being retired for a couple of years and completing all the jobs my wife
had lined up for me, I began to feel somewhat useless and decided to enroll in
a couple of courses at the local adult-education school. I noted, upon
registration, that there was no tuition fee for a person over 60. As I handed
my tediously-filled-out papers to the clerk, I announced, "I'm 63."
Then, pulling out my wallet, I asked if she wanted to see my driver's license.
She replied, "No, that's okay." A little surprised, I asked,
"Oh, do I look honest?" "No," she answered. "You look
63."
Today’s Thought
I talk to myself, because sometimes I need expert advice.
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