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RE: Your Friday Chuckle - Every Day Of The Week
2/27/2010 3:17:01 PM
Welfare Office
A woman walks into the Mississippi
welfare office, trailed by 15 kids.

"WOW!" the social worker exclaims.
"Are they all yours?''

"Yep, they are all mine," the flustered
momma sighs, having heard that
question a thousand times before.

She says, "Sit down Leroy." All the
children rush to find seats.

"Well," says the social worker, "then
you must be here to sign up. I'll
need all your children's names."

"Well, to keep it simple, the boys are
all named 'Leroy' and the girls are all
named 'Leighroy'."

In disbelief, the case worker. "Are you
serious? They're ALL named Leroy?"

Their momma replied, "Well, yes-it
makes it easier. When it's time to
get them out of bed and ready for
school, I yells, 'Leroy!' An when it's
time for dinner, I just yells 'Leroy!'
an they all comes a runnin. An'
if I need to stop the kid who's
running into the street, I just yells
Leroy' and all of them stop. It's the
smartest idea I ever had, namin'
them all Leroy."

The social worker thinks this over
for a bit, then wrinkles her forehead
and says tentatively, "But what if
you just want ONE kid to come, and
not the whole bunch?"


"Then I calls them by their last names."

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RE: Your Friday Chuckle - Every Day Of The Week
2/27/2010 3:53:08 PM
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"Then I calls them by their last names."


Loved it Evelyn. :) I think you'll enjoy this one too. :)

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White House Tid-bit:

Did you know that President Obama
signed his stimulus package at the
same desk where President Clinton
got his package stimulated?
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RE: Your Friday Chuckle - Every Day Of The Week
2/27/2010 3:55:58 PM
Hi All,

This one's to good not to share. :)

Shalom,

Peter

A Mexican, a Black, and a Texas Redneck were walking
together on a beach When the Black stumbled over a
bottle in the sand. He picked up the Bottle, rubbed the
sand off it, and a Genie appeared.
"I can only grant three wishes," the Genie said.
"Since there are three of you, you may have a wish apiece."
Pointing at the Black man, he said,
"Since you found the bottle, you may have the first wish."

The Black studied for a moment then said, "I wish for a
fleet of ships so that I can gather all my people and take
them back to our homeland of Africa."

Poof! It was done! Hundreds of ships appeared on the
skyline.

The Mexican said, "I weesh for enough Cheby peekups to
take all my people back to our homeland, May-he-co!"

Poof! It was done! Row after row of Chevrolet Pickups
appeared on the beach.

Turning to the Redneck, the Genie asked, "And what is
your wish?"

The Redneck watched as the loaded pickups began moving
toward the border, then looked out to sea and watched the
loaded ships sailing off into the sunset and said,

"Just give me a Beer. It doesn't get any better than this!"


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RE: Your Friday Chuckle - Every Day Of The Week
2/27/2010 3:59:57 PM
Hi All,

As you'll soon see sensitivity sure pays off. :)

Shalom,

Peter

The Sensitive Man

A woman meets a man in a bar.
They talk; they connect; they end
up leaving together.

They get back to his place.
and as he shows her around his
apartment.

She notices that one wall of his
bedroom is completely filled with soft,
sweet, cuddly teddy bears

There are three shelves in the
bedroom, with hundreds and hundreds of
cute, cuddly teddy bears carefully placed in
rows, covering the entire wall!

It was obvious that he had taken
quite some time to lovingly arrange them
and she was immediately touched by the
amount of thought he had put into organizing
the display.

There were small bears all along
the bottom shelf,

medium-sized bears covering the
length of the middle shelf, and huge,
enormous bears running all the way
along the top shelf

She found it strange for an obviously
masculine guy to have such a large
collection of Teddy Bears,

She is quite impressed by his sensitive side.
but doesn't mention this to him.

They share a bottle of wine and continue talking
and, after awhile, she finds herself thinking,

"Oh my God! Maybe, this guy could be the one!

Maybe he could be the future father of my
children?"She turns to him and kisses him
lightly on the lips

He responds warmly.
They continue to kiss, the passion builds,
and he romantically lifts here in his arms
and carries her into his bedroom where
they rip off each other's clothes and make
hot, steamy love.

She is so overwhelmed that she responds
with more passion, more creativity, more
heat than she has ever known.

After an intense, explosive night
of raw passion with this sensitive guy,

they are lying there together in
the afterglow.

The woman rolls over, to gently
strokes his chest and asks coyly,

'Well, how was it?'

The guy gently smiles at her, strokes
her cheek, looks deeply into her eyes,
and says:

'Help yourself to any prize
from the middle shelf'
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RE: Your Friday Chuckle - Every Day Of The Week
2/28/2010 2:45:42 AM

Hi Peter,

Thought y'all might enjoy these, especially the city Social Worker back in Dem Thar Hills...

Anyone Home?

A social worker who had recently transferred from the big
city to the mountains was touring her new territory. She
came upon the tiniest cabin she had ever seen. Intrigued,
she knocked on the door.

"Anybody home?"

A child's voice answered, "Yep."

"Is your father there?"

"Pa? Nope, he left before Ma came in."

"Well, is your mother there?"

"Nope, Ma left just before I got here."

"Are you never together as a family?"

"Sure, but not here. This is the outhouse!"

__________


__________

Do You Have a Life?

Have you ever been embarrassed by misunderstanding something
somebody said?

It happened to me a few days ago.

I was on a public bus. I was bored, so I was playing Tetris
on my cell phone. An elderly woman was sitting across from
me, and I heard her ask, "Do you have a life?"

I guessed she was making a snide remark about my not having
anything better to do on the bus than to play a silly little
game on a electronic device, but I didn't dare use a snide
response. So I just said, "Yes, I do."

Then she responded, "Where is it?"

I supposed that this was either an odd way to articulate her
disbelief in my having a life, or some weird sort of
philosophical catechism regarding life. I had trouble
answering, but I said, "Uh ... that's a hard question to
answer. It isn't a physical object of which you can pinpoint
the location." I didn't say much more about it, because I
didn't want to get into a religious discussion of the
location of life with her.

Then she replied in the way I least expected, "Yeah,
whatever. Can I borrow it for a sec?"

I thought it was extremely odd for her to ask to borrow my
life. It also piqued my curiosity about her intentions. So I
said, "Er ... how would you propose I do that?"

"Look, just give it to me, I'll use it for a little bit and
give it back to you."

I figured that before she chanted some incantation directing
spirits to temporarily donate my life, I would at least find
out why she wanted my life. So I ask just that, "What do you
want my life for?"

She gave me a puzzled look.

From our following discourse, which I do not remember very
well, I found out that she was actually asking me if I had a
cigarette lighter. ("Do you have a light?")

I can only imagine how odd my responses seemed to her.

__________

Bear Bells

In Alaska's Tongass National Forest, a tour guide was giving
a talk to a group of tourists about hiking in grizzly bear
territory: "Most bear encounters occur when hikers, being
extra quiet along the trails in hopes of viewing wildlife,
accidentally stumble into bears. The resulting surprise can
be catastrophic."

To avoid this, he suggested that each hiker wear tiny bells
on their clothing to warn the bears of their presence.
"Also," he said further, "be especially cautious when you
see signs of bears in the area, especially when you see bear
droppings."

One tourist asked, "How do you identify bear droppings?"

"Oh that's easy," the guide explained. "They're the ones
with all the tiny bells in them!"

__________

Dead Men Read No Mail

My father died on Jan 02, 1995. He left no forwarding
address.

Therefore, it fell to me to collect his mail. I didn't
expect much, really, since my sisters and I had been careful
to notify his bank, insurance agent, and a host of other
businesses that one of their customers was no more.

You would think a death notice would cut down on the amount
of correspondence from those firms. Quite the contrary.
Instead -- for months, mind you -- my deceased father
continued to receive mail from companies that had been told
of his passing but pressed on, determined to contact him
anyway.

The first to hope for a reply from beyond the grave was my
father's bank.

Dear Mr. Hanson,
Our records indicate payment is due for overdraft protection
on your checking account. Efforts to contact you have proven
unsuccessful. Therefore, we are automatically withdrawing
your monthly $28.00 service charge from you account. Please
adjust your records accordingly. Sincerely,
The Phoenix Branch

Dear Phoenix Branch,
This is to notify you once again that Mr. Hanson died Jan
02, 1995. It is therefore unlikely he will be overdrawing
his account. Please close his account, and adjust your books
accordingly. Sincerely,
Scott Hanson

Later that same week, I receive this note from Dad's
insurance company. Again, this is a firm that had been told
in no uncertain terms of his death.

Dear Mr. Hanson,
It's time to renew your auto insurance policy! To continue
your coverage, you must send $54.17 to this office
immediately. Failure to do so will result in the
cancellation of your policy and interruption of your
coverage.
Sincerely,
Your Insurance Agent

Dear Insurance Agent,
This is to remind you that Mr. Hanson has been dead since
January. As such, the odds he'll be involved in a collision
are quite minimal. Please cancel the policy and adjust your
books accordingly.
Sincerely,
Scott Hanson.

The next day, I went to my mailbox to find this:

Dear Mr. Hanson,
Let me introduce myself. I am a psychic reader, and it is
very important that you contact me immediately. I sense that
you are about to enter a time of unprecedented financial
prosperity. Please call the enclosed 900 number immediately,
so I can tell you how best to take full advantage of the
opportunities that are coming your way.
Sincerely,
Your Psychic Reader

Dear Psychic Reader,
My father regrets he will be unable to call your 900 number.
As a psychic reader, I'm sure you already know my father is
dead, and had been for more than three weeks when you mailed
your letter to him. I sense my father would be more than
happy to take you up on your offer of a psychic reading,
should you care to meet with him personally.
Sincerely,
Scott Hanson
P.S. Should you be in contact with my father in the future,
please ask him if he'd like to renew his car insurance.

A few months of calm passed, and then these arrived:

Dear Mr. Hanson,
Our records indicate a balance of $112 has accrued for
overdraft protection on your checking account. Efforts to
contact you have proven unsuccessful. Please pay the minimum
amount due, or contact this office to make other
arrangements. We appreciate your business and look forward
to serving all of your future borrowing needs.
Sincerely,
Your Bank's San Diego District Office

Dear San Diego District Office,
I am writing to you for the third time now to tell you my
father died in January. Since then, the number of checks
he's written has dropped dramatically. Being dead, he has no
plans to use his overdraft protection or pay even the
minimum amount due for a service he no longer needs. As for
future borrowing needs, well, don't hold your breath.
Sincerely,
Scott Hanson

Dear Mr. Hanson,
Records show you owe a balance of $54.17 to your insurance
agent. Efforts to contact you have proven unsuccessful.
Therefore, the matter has been turned over to us for
collection. Please remit the amount of $54.17 to our office
or we will be forced to take legal action to collect the
debt.
Sincerely,
Your Insurance Agent's Collection Agency

Dear Collection Agency,
I told your client. Now I'm telling you. Dad's dead. He
doesn't need insurance. He's dead. Dead, dead, dead. I doubt
even your lawyers can change that. Please adjust your books
accordingly.
Sincerely,
Scott Hanson

A few more months, and:

Dear Mr. Hanson,
Our records show an unpaid balance of $224 has accrued for
overdraft protection on your checking account. Our efforts
to contact you have proven unsuccessful. Please remit the
amount in full to this office, or the matter will be turned
over to a collection agency. Such action will adversely
affect your credit history.
Sincerely,
Your Bank's Los Angeles Regional Office

Dear Los Angeles Regional Office,
I am writing for the fourth time to the fourth person at the
fourth address to tell your bank that my father passed away
in January. Since that time, I've watched with a mixture of
amazement and amusement as your bank continues to transact
business with him. Now, you are even threatening his credit
history. It should come as no surprise that you have
received little response from my deceased father. It should
also be small news that his credit history is of minor
importance to him now. For the fourth and final time, please
adjust your books accordingly.
Sincerely,
Scott Hanson

Dear Mr. Hanson,
This is your final notice of payment due to your insurance
agent. If our firm does not receive payment of $54.17, we
will commence legal action on the matter. Please contact us
at once.
Sincerely,
Your Insurance Agent's Collection Agency

Dear Insurance Agent's Collection Agency,
You may contact my father via the enclosed 900 number.
Sincerely,
Scott Hanson

It has now been a couple of months since I've heard from
these firms. Either the people writing these letters finally
believe my father is dead, or they themselves have died and
are now receiving similar correspondence.

Actually, there has been a lesson in these letters. Any one
of them would be cause for great worry, if sent to a living
person. The dead are immune from corporate bullying. There's
nothing like dying to put business correspondence in its
proper perspective.

Perhaps that's the best reason not to fear death. There's no
post office there.

__________

Actually, There's One Type of Mail That God Reads...

Have A Blessed Weekend My Friends,

Phil

“There may be trouble all around, but I am calling you to a place of peace. Be still and know that I am God. Come to Me, and I will give you wisdom, strength, and grace for everything you face." Psalm 46:10
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