My Buddy likes to play dead to get attention..
November 30, 2006
Looking For A Job….
AIN’T IT THE TRUTH!!?”
Joe Smith started the day early having set his alarm clock
(MADE IN JAPAN) for 6am. While his coffeepot (MADE IN
CHINA ) was perking his coffee from Colombia, he shaved with
his electric razor (MADE IN HONG KONG ). He put on a dress
shirt ( MADE IN SRI LANKA ), designer jeans ( MADE IN
SINGAPORE ) and tennis shoes (MADE IN KOREA ). After cooking
his breakfast in his new electric skillet (MADE IN INDIA ) he sat
down with his calculator ( MADE IN MEXICO ) to see how much
money he could spend today. After setting his watch (MADE IN
TAIWAN ) to the same time as his radio (MADE IN INDIA ) he
got in his car ( MADE IN! GERMANY ) filled it with GAS from
Saudi Arabia and continued his search for a good paying
AMERICAN JOB . At the end of yet another discouraging and
fruitless day checking his Computer (Made In Malaysia ), Joe
decided to relax for a while. He put on his sandals (MADE IN
BRAZIL ) poured himself a glass of wine ( MADE IN France) and
turned on his TV (MADE IN INDONESIA ), and then wondered
why he can’t find a good paying job in . AMERICA…..
Y’all gotta Keep this one circulating, please.!
November 29, 2006
Some morning humor..
THESE ARE ENTRIES TO A WASHINGTON POST COMPETITION ASKING FOR A RHYME WITH
THE MOST ROMANTIC FIRST LINE BUT . . .
THE LEAST ROMANTIC SECOND LINE :
Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss
But I only slept with you, because I was pissed.
I thought that I could love no other
Until, that is, I met your brother.
Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you,
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar
bowl’s empty and so is your head.
Of loving beauty you float with grace
If only you could hide your face.
Kind, intelligent, loving and hot
This describes everything you are not.
I want to feel your sweet embrace
But don’t take that paper bag off of your face.
I love your smile, your face, and your eyes
Damn, I’m good at telling lies!
My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:
Marrying you screwed up my life.
I see your face when I am dreaming,
That’s why I always wake up screaming.
My love, you take my breath away,
What have you stepped in to smell this way?
My feelings for you no words can tell
Except for maybe “Go To Hell”.
What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts vodka, one part lime.
Thanks Ivan R.
Good for a laugh..
