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4 January 2008
Hi Everyone!
Start your new year off right with these great fUNNIES! Stay great in 2008!
:-)> Dr Bernie
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Contributions This Week From -
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- Irving4 Happy New
Year Wishes
- cousin Toby New Law
- Steven Imberman Old is When
- Tom Sokolowski
Old Rancher
- Rich Olcott Greetings
- Stan Kegel Christmas is Over
- Sigal Louchheim
Fishing
- Norman & Linda via the Imberbabe
Dear All
- Denny
- Tom Sokolowski
Old Italian Guy
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from Irving4
Happy New Year Wishes
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May you get a clean bill of health from your dentist, your
cardiologist, your gastro-enterologist, your
urologist, your proctologist, your podiatrist, your psychiatrist, your plumber
and the I.R.S.
May your hair, your teeth, your face-lift,your abs and your stocks not fall; and may your
blood pressure, your triglycerides, your cholesterol, your white blood count
and your mortgage interest not rise.
May New Year's Eve find you seated around the table, together with
your beloved family and cherished friends. May you
find the food better, the environment quieter, the cost much cheaper, and the
pleasure much more fulfilling than anything else you might ordinarily do that
night.
May what you see in the mirror delight you,
and what others see in you delight them. May someone love you enough to forgive
your faults, be blind to your blemishes, and tell the world about your virtues.
May the telemarketers wait to make their sales calls until you
finish dinner, may the commercials on TV not be louder than the program you
have been watching, and may your check book and your budget balance - and
include generous amounts for charity.
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from cousin Toby New Law
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According
to a proposed new law that would go into effect Jan 1, 2008 you will no longer
be able to use a cell phone while driving unless you have a 'hands free'
adapter. I went to
These kits are compatible with any mobile phone and one size fits all. I
paid him $0.08 each because he bought in quantity. Then we tried it with
Motorola, Sprint, Verizon, T-Mobile and Nokia units and they worked perfectly.
A photo is attached so scroll down & take a look and let me know if you u
want one. Also, forward this to anyone you know, who has a cell phone,
and who may want one!
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from Steven Imberman Old is When
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OLD" IS WHEN . Your sweetie says, "Let's
go upstairs and make love," and you answer, "Pick one; I can't do
both!"
"OLD " IS WHEN ...
Your friends compliment you on your new alligator shoes and you're
barefoot.
"OLD" IS WHEN . A
sexy babe catches your fancy and your pacemaker opens the garage door..
"OLD" IS WHEN ....
Going bra less pulls all the wrinkles out of your face.
"OLD" IS WHEN .. You don't
care where your spouse goes, just as long as you don't have to go along.
"OLD" IS WHEN .. You are
cautioned to slow down by the doctor instead of by the
police.
"OLD" IS WHEN
"Getting a little action" means you don't need to take any
fiber today
"OLD" IS WHEN .. "Getting lucky" means
you find your car in the parking lot.
"OLD" IS WHEN . An
"all nighter" means not getting up to use
the bathroom.
AND.......
"OLD" IS WHEN .... You are not sure these are
jokes
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from Tom Sokolowski Old Rancher
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The
banker
saw his old friend Tom, an eighty-year old rancher, in town.
Tom had lost his wife a year or so before and
rumor had it that he was marrying a "mail order" bride.
Being a good friend, the banker asked Tom if the
rumor was true. Tom assured him that it was. The
banker then asked Tom the age of his new bride to be. Tom
proudly said,
"She'll be twenty-one in November."
Now the banker, being the wise man that he was,
could see that the sexual appetite of a young woman could not be
satisfied by an eighty-year-old man.
Wanting his old friend's remaining years to be happy the banker
tactfully suggested that Tom should consider getting a hired hand to help
him out on the ranch, knowing nature would take its own course.
Tom thought this was a good idea and said he
would look for one that afternoon.
About four months later, the banker ran into Tom
in town again.
"How's the new wife?", asked the
banker.
Tom proudly said, "Good - she's
pregnant."
The banker, happy that his sage advice had
worked out, continued, "And how's the hired hand?"
Without hesitating, Tom said, "She's
pregnant too."
Don't
ever underestimate old Geezers.
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from Rich Olcott - Greetings
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January 1, 2008 - I had
hoped to wish a happy new year to all my friends.
To my disappointment, I
discovered that I do not have sufficient authority to do so. My authority covers just a bit over four
months. I will inquire up the chain if
someone more senior than I am could wish you all a happy new year on my behalf
or, if, perhaps, I could extend my best wishes incrementally - every four
months - thereby covering 2008 completely.
The latter approach will probably be ruled an attempt to circumvent
regulations and disallowed, but it doesn't hurt to ask.)
Meanwhile,
acting within my authority, I wish you all four months, three days, and six
hours of happiness in 2008.
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from Stan Kegel Christmas is
Over
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Christmas
was over. Santa and his reindeer finally had a chance to rest. And they
deserved it. They had done a good job. Rudolph had a chance to do something he
had wanted to do for a long time. He made an appointment with a plastic surgeon
because he was so sensitive about his looks. However it wasnt his glowing
proboscis that he wanted changed. He was proud of his nose and the help he had
given Santa because of it. No, he was sensitive about his long ears which were
much more prominent than the ears of the average rain deer, or bear for that
matter. So one week after Christmas, he let the good doctor do the pinna reconstructive surgery procedure, and since that
time, January 1st has been celebrated as New Ears Day.
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from Sigal Louchheim - Fishing
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A couple goes on vacation
to a fishing resort in northern
Along comes a game warden
in his boat. He pulls up alongside the woman and says, "Good morning,
Ma'am. What are you doing?" "Reading a book, "
she replies, [thinking "Isn't it obvious?"] "You're in a
restricted fishing area," he informs her. "I'm sorry, officer, but
I'm not fishing; I'm reading." "Yes, but you have all the
equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment. I'll have to take you
in and write you up."
"If you do that, I'll
have to charge you with sexual assault," says the woman. "But I
haven't even touched you," says the game warden. "That's true,
but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any
moment." "Have a nice day, ma'am," and he left.
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from Norman & Linda via the Imberbabe
Dear All
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Dear
All:
My thanks to all those who have sent me emails this past year.
I must send my thanks to whoever sent me the one about rat poop
in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet towel with
every envelope that needs sealing. Also, I now have to scrub the top
of every can I open for the same reason.
I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl Penny
Brown); who is about to die in the hospital for the 1,387,258th time.
I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive
the $15,000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOL are sending me for
participating in their special e-mail program, or when the senior bank
clerk in Nigeria who wants to split $7 million with me for pretending
to be a long lost relative of a customer who died intestate sends my
share on to me.
I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,2
14 angels looking
out for me, and St. Theresa's novena has granted my every wish.
I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a
water buffalo on a hot day.
Thanks to you, I have learned that my prayers only get answered if
I forward e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.
Because of your concern I no longer drink Coca-Cola because it can
remove toilet stains.
I no longer can buy gasoline without taking someone along to watch the
car so a serial killer won't crawl in my back seat when I'm filling up.
I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a
perfume sample and rob me.
I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a
number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to
Thanks to you, I can't use anyone's toilet but mine because a big brown
African spider is lurking under the seat to cause me instant death when
it bites my butt.
And thanks to your great advice, I can't even pick up the $5.00 I found
dropped in the car park because it probably was placed there by a sex
molester waiting underneath my car to grab my leg.
If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the Next 70
minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 pm this
afternoon and the fleas from 12 camels will infest your back, causing you
to grow a hairy hump.
I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next
door neighbor's ex-mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's beautician.
By the way....a South African scientist
after a lengthy study has
discovered that people with low IQ who have infrequent sexual activity
always read their e-mails with their hand on the mouse.
Don't bother taking it
off now, it's too late.
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from Denny
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Once there was an Indian chief who divorced his
squaw, to marry a younger woman. Some time after this occurred,
he was out on a hunting party with some of his braves. They came upon a
hippopotamus which had escaped from a travelling circus show. The chief shot
it, and took the hide home to his new bride to use for a bedspread.
His two sons by his former marriage became all
upset and jealous at this because all their mother had for her bedspread were a
couple of very ordinary cowhides. Day by day their jealousy grew, until finally
they challenged their new stepmother to a duel. They stepped out to the edge of
the reservation at sunrise, and fought tooth and nail all day long. At sunset
nobody had budged an inch! So they had to declare it an even draw.
What this serves to demonstrate is:
That the squaw of the hippopotamus is equal to the
sons of the squaw of the two hides!!
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from Tom Sokolowski Old Italian
Guy
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An elderly Italian man who lived on the outskirts of
local church for confession.
When the priest slid open the panel in the confessional, the man said,
Father during World War II, a beautiful woman knocked on my door and asked
me to hide her from the Germans. So I hid her in my attic.
The priest replied, That was a wonderful thing you
did, my son! And you
have no need to confess that.
It's worse than that, Father. She started to repay me with sexual favors
every day and twice on weekends.
The priest said, By doing that, you were both in great
danger. However, two
people under those circumstances can be very tempted to act that way. But if
you are truly sorry for your actions, you are indeed forgiven.
Thank you, Father. That's a great load off my mind. But I do have
one more
question.
And what is that? asked the priest.
Should I tell her the war is over?
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If you are 30 or older you
will think this is hilarious!
When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes
about how hard things were when they were growing up; what with walking
twenty-five miles to school every morning ... uphill BOTH ways ..
through year 'round blizzards. Carrying their younger
siblings on their backs ... to their one-room schoolhouse, where they
maintained a Straight-A average, despite their full-time, after-school job at
the local textile mill
.... where they worked for 35 cents an hour just to
help keep their family from starving to death! And I remember promising myself
that when I grew up, there was no way in hell I was going t o lay a bunch of
crap like that on
kids about how hard I had it and how easy they've got it!
But now........
I'm over the ripe old age of thirty, I can't help but look around and notice
the youth of today. You've got it so easy! I mean, compared to my childhood,
you live in a damn Utopia! And I hate to say it but you kids today you don't
know how good you've got it! I mean, when I was a kid we didn't have The
Internet. If we wanted to know something, we had to go to the damn library and
look it up ourselves, in the card catalog!
There was no email! We had to actually write somebody a letter ... with a pen!
Then you had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the mailbox
and it would take like a week to get there!
There were no MP3's or Napsters! You wanted to steal
music, you had to hitchhike to the damn record store and shoplift it yourself!
Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio and the DJ'd usually talk over the beginning and @#
And talk of about hardship? You couldn't just download porn! You had to steal
it from your brother or bribe some homeless dude to buy you a copy of
"Hustler" at the 7-11! Those were your options!
We didn't h have fancy crap like Call Waiting! If you were on the phone and
somebody else called they got a busy signal, that's it! And we didn't have fancy
Caller ID Boxes either! When the phone rang, you had no idea who it was! It
could be your school, your mom, your boss, your bookie, your drug dealer, a
collections agent, you just didn't know!!! You had to pick it up and take your
chances, mister!
We didn't have any fancy Sony Playstation video games
with high-resolution 3-D graphics! We had the Atari 2600! With games like
"Space Invaders" and "Asteroids" and the graphics sucked
ass! Your guy was a little square! You actually had to use your imagination!
And there were no multiple levels or screens, it was
just one screen forever! And you could never win. The game just kept getting
harder and harder and faster and faster until you died! ... Just like LIFE!
When you went t o the movie theater there no such thing as stadium seating! All
the seats were the same height! If a tall guy or some old broad with a hat sat
in front of you and you couldn't see, you were just screwed!
Sure, we had cable television, but back then that was only like 15 channels and
there was no onscreen menu and no remote control! You had to use a little book
called a TV Guide to find out what was on! You were screwed when it came to
channel surfing! You had to get off your ass and walk over to the TV to change
the channel and there was no Cartoon Network either! You could only get
cartoons on Saturday Morning. Do you hear what I'm saying!?! We had to wait ALL
WEEK for cartoon s, you spoiled little bastards!
And we didn't have microwaves, if we wanted to heat something up ... we had to
use the stove or go build a frigging fire ..imagine
that! If we wanted popcorn, we had to use that stupid Jiffy Pop thing and shake
it over the stove forever like an idiot.
That's exactly what I'm talking about! You kids today have got it too easy.
You're spoiled.
You guys wouldn't have lasted five minutes back in 1980.
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