Today's jokes [2.20.10]
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A guy walks into his doctor and says,
"Doc, you gotta help me, I can't remember anything!"
The doc asks, "How long have you had this problem?"
The guy says, "What problem?"
One night, at the lodge of a hunting club, two new members were being
introduced to other
members and shown around. The man leading them around said, "See that
old man asleep
in the chair by the fire- place? He is our oldest member and can tell
you some hunting
stories you'll never forget."
They awakened the old man and asked him to tell them a hunting story.
"Well," he began,
"I remember back in '44', we went on a lion hunting expedition in
Africa. We were on foot
and hunted for three days without seeing a thing. On the fourth day, I
was so tired I had to
rest. I found a fallen tree, so I laid my gun down, propped my head on
the tree, and fell
asleep. I don't know how long I was asleep when I was awakened by a
noise in the
bushes. I was reaching for my gun when the biggest lion I ever seen
jumped out of the
bushes at me like this, 'ROOOAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!......' I
tell you, I
just shit my pants."
The young men looked astonished and one of them said, "I don't blame
you, I would have
shit my pants too if a lion jumped out at me." The old man shook his
head and said, "No,
no, not then, just now when I said
The patient shook his doctor's hand in gratitude and said:
"Since we are the best of friends, I would not want to insult
you by offering payment. But I would like for you to know that
I had mentioned you in my will."
"That is very kind of you," said the doctor emotionally, and
then added, "Can I see that prescription I just gave you? I'd
like to make a little change..."
Valentine's Day Story
John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform,
and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central
Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he
didn't, the girl with the rose. His interest in her had begun thirteen
months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he
found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the
notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a
thoughtful soul and insightful mind. In the front of the book, he
discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time
and effort he located her address. She now lived in New York City. He
wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond.
The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War II.
During the next year and one month the two grew to know each other
through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A
romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she
refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she
looked like. When the day finally came for him to return from Europe,
they scheduled their first meeting - 7:00 PM at the Grand Central
Station in New York. "You'll recognize me," she wrote, "by the red
rose I'll be wearing on my lapel." So at 7:00 he was in the station
looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never
seen. I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened: A young woman was
coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back
in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her
lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit she
was like springtime come alive. I started toward her, entirely
forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a
small provocative smile curved her lips. "Going my way, sailor?" she
murmured. Almost uncontrollably I made one step closer to her, and
then I saw Hollis Maynell. She was standing almost directly behind the
girl. A woman well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn
hat. She was more than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust into
low-heeled shoes. The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away.
I felt as though I was split in two, so keen was my desire to follow
her, and yet so deep was my longing for the woman whose spirit had
truly companioned me and upheld my own. And there she stood. Her pale,
plump face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and
kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn
blue leather copy of the book that was to identify me to her. This
would not be love, but it would be something precious, something
perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and
must ever be grateful. I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out
the book to the woman, even though while I spoke I felt choked by the
bitterness of my disappointment. "I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and
you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me. May I take
you to dinner?" The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile. "I
don't know what this is about, son," she answered, "but the young lady
in the green suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on
my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should go
and tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across
the street. She said it was some kind of test!" It's not difficult to
understand and admire Miss Maynell's wisdom.
The true nature of a heart is seen in its response to the
unattractive. "Tell me whom you love," Houssaye wrote, "And I will
tell you who you are."
The husband finally wised up to the fact that his wife was less than faithful. He hired a private investigator to follow her and in
less than a week, had all the information that he needed on the "other man".
The husband convinced himself that his would still be a loving and trustworthy marriage had not this S.O.B. come onto the
scene. Being a man of the 90's and all, he decided to handle the matter in what he judged to be sophisticated and business-like
He sent the following e-mail to his wife's lover:
It has been brought to my attention that for some time now you have been carrying on an affair with my
wife. So that we may settle this matter in an intelligent fashion, please be at my office at 3 PM on Friday
The "other man" was highly amused by the husband's formal manner and sent off the following reply at once:
I have received a copy of your mass mailing this morning. You may be advised that I will attend the
scheduled conference in your Office's auditorium.
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