A little boy goes to his dad and asks, 'What
is Politics?'
Dad says, 'Well son, let me try to explain it this way:
I am the head of the family, so call me The President.
Your mother is the administrator of the money, so! we call her the
Government.
We are here to take care of your needs, so we will call you the People.
The nanny, we will consider her the Working Class.
And your baby brother, we will call him the Future.
Now think about that and see if it makes sense.'
S o the little boy! Goes off to bed thinking about what Dad has said.
Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to
check on him..
He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper.
So the little boy goes to his parents' room and finds his mother asleep.
Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny.
He gives up and goes back to bed.
The next morning, the little boy says to his father, 'Dad, I think I
understand the concept of politics now.'
The father says, 'Good, son, tell me in your own words what you think
politics is all about.'
The little boy replies: 'The President is screwing the Working Class while the Government is sound
asleep.
The People are being ignored and the Future is in deep shit.
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Customer: 'I've been
calling 700-1000 for two days and can't get through; can you help?'
Operator: 'Where did you get that number, sir?'
Customer: 'It's on the door of your business.'
Operator: 'Sir, those are the hours that we are open.'
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With the holidays close upon us, I would like to share a personal experience
with my friends about drinking and driving.
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As you know, some of us have been known to have brushes with the authorities
from time to time, often on the way home after a "social session"
with family or friends.
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Well, two days ago, this happened to me. I was out for an evening with friends
and had a few drinks. Although relaxed, I still had the common sense to know I
was slightly over the limit.
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That's when I did something I tend not to do - I took a taxi home!
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Sure enough on the way there was a police roadblock, but since it was a taxi
they waved it past and I arrived home safely without incident.
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This was a real surprise to me, because I had never driven a taxi before. I
don't know where I got it, and now that it's in my garage I don't know what to
do with it..
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So, anyway, if you want to borrow it give me a call.
(SOMETHING LIKE THIS HAPPENED TO ME DURING MY DRINKING DAYS, EXCEPT IT WAS A CITY BUS!)
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Now this is an 'oldie' but 'goodie!"
Dear
Sir,
I
am writing in response to your request for additional information in Block 3 of
the accident report form. I put “poor planning” as the cause of my accident.
You asked for a fuller explanation and I trust the following details will be
sufficient.
I
am a bricklayer by trade. On the day of the accident, I was working alone on
the roof of a new six-story building. When I completed my work, I found that I
had some bricks left over which, when weighed later were found to be slightly
in excess of 500lbs.
Rather
than carry the bricks down by hand, I decided to lower them in a barrel by
using a pulley, which was attached to the side of the building on the sixth
floor.
Securing
the rope at ground I went up to the roof, swung the barrel out and loaded the
bricks into it. Then I went down and untied the rope, holding it tightly to
ensure a slow descent of the bricks.
You
will note in Block 11 of the accident report form that I weigh 135lbs.
Due
to my surprise at being jerked off the ground so suddenly, I lost my presence
of mind and forgot to let go of the rope. Needless to say, I proceeded at a
rapid rate up the side of the building.
In
the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel, which was now proceeding
downward at an equally impressive speed. This explained the fractured skull,
minor abrasions and the broken collar bone, as listed in section 3 of the
accident report form.
Slowed
only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping until the fingers of
my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley.
Fortunately
by this time I had regained my presence of mind and was able to hold tightly to
the rope, in spite of beginning to experience pain.
At
approximately the same time, however, the barrel of bricks hit the ground and
the bottom fell out of the barrel.
Now
devoid of the weight of the bricks, that barrel weighed approximately 50 lbs. I
refer you again to my weight. As you can imagine, I began a rapid descent, down
the side of the building. In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel
coming up. This accounts for the two fractured ankles, broken tooth and several
lacerations of my legs and lower body.
Here
my luck began to change slightly. The encounter with the barrel seemed to slow
me enough to lessen my injuries when I fell into the pile of bricks and
fortunately only three vertebrae were cracked.
I
am sorry to report, however,as I lay there on the pile of bricks, in pain,
unable to move, I again lost my composure and presence of mind and let go of
the rope and I lay there watching the empty barrel begin its journey back down
onto me. This explains the two broken legs.
I
hope this answers your inquiry.
Kevin R,Bricklayer.
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AND FINALLY:
In
the days just before the final judgement, Satan decides to be lienient on the
next three Humans to fall. And chooses to test them for a return to Life.
The
first guy: An alcoholic, who in his gluttonous state, drank himself to death.
Was given the option to spend 100 years in a locked room with only the best
Beverages ever known. He Gladly accepted and was locked away.
The
second guy: An Adulterer, Died of a heartattack while cheating on his wife,
took the option of 100 years in a room with the most beautiful women to have
ever lived. He, as well, accepted the offer. In turn was lock away.
The
Third: Your Hippy next door. The First ever known, Marijuana overdose, was
given 100 years In the largest field of the Greatest strains of weed ever
created. Like the others, he is happier than a pig in shit, and is locked away.
100
years later:
Guy
1: The Alchoholic, Is released and stumbles out of the room Fat, Bloated,
disgusting, And with a 100 year hang over. “I swear, I’ll never Ever Drink
again.” Pleased with the out come, Satan gives him another chance at living.
Guy
2: The Adulterer, upon the door opening, he comes out, reaking of perfume, with
the best hair in the Underworld, And Queer as a three dollar bill. “I don’t
think I’ll ever look at women the same way again.”
Amuzed Satan releases him the land of the living.
Guy 3: The Pothead… After opening the door Satan sees that hardly any of
the crops have been touched and after wandering around for a few minutes he
hears someone crying softly. He finds the Pothead in a shallow hole. “What’s
wrong?” Satan asks. With a tear in his eye, The Pothead looks up and says “You
got a lighter, Man?” Amuzed Satan releases him the land of the living.
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