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Subscribers MONDAY At a naval barracks the enlisted men were being given their
shots Where Does That Time Go? Three Little Pigs went out to dinner one night. The waiter comes and takes their drink order. "I would like a Sprite," said the first little piggy. "I would like a Coke," said the second little piggy. "I want water, lots and lots of water," said the third little piggy. The drinks are brought out and the waiter takes their orders for dinner. "I want a nice big steak," said the first piggy. "I would like the salad plate," said the second piggy. "I want water, lots and lots of water," said the third little piggy. The meals were brought out and a while later the waiter approached the table and asked if the piggies would like any dessert. "I want a banana split," said the first piggie. "I want a root beer float," said the second piggy. "I want water, lots and lots of water," exclaimed the third little piggy. "Pardon me for asking," said the waiter to the third little piggy, "but why have you only ordered water all evening?" You're gonna hate me for this.... Hold on to your seat The third piggy says - "Well, somebody has to go 'Wee, wee, wee, all the way home!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The convent had been presented with a new car, a red Mini Metro, the pride of its breed. Sister Lucy, the only qualified driver, became the chauffer. Every Saturday she would drive the Reverend Mother into town for the shopping. All went well until a holiday weekend when the town was so packed with people and cars that it became evident that there was no earthly place to park. "Don't worry, Reverend Mother," said Sister Lucy. "You go into the supermarket and I'll drive around the block until you come out." Off sped the car, and the Reverend Mother bustled around the store shopping quickly, then rushing back to the curbside. There she stood for five minutes, ten, twenty. No sign of Sister Lucy. Where could she be? Eventually the Reverend Mother approached a patrolling policeman. "Excuse me, Officer," she said. "Have you seen a nun in a red mini?" "No," replied the officer, "but these days nothing would surprise me!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Only in America...even though he stole 2.4 million he has agreed to pay back 1.8 million to make it right. So let that be a lesson to all you other congressmen out there. If you get caught stealing you may have to pay back a small fraction of what you took." --Jay Leno ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Curt loved the tradition of putting cookies out for Santa Claus on Christmas Eve. He had been doing it ever since he was old enough to walk. For the big night, the six-year-old gently placed a plate of cookies by the fireplace for Santa. As Curt got ready for bed, he told his parents Ben and Eve, "Oh, I almost forgot." He ran into the kitchen and brought back the bottle of vitamin s that his parents made him take every morning. "Let's leave a vitamin for Santa," said Curt. "We don't want him to ever get sick." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Pedro was driving down the street in a sweat because he had an important meeting and couldn't find a parking place. Looking up toward heaven, he said "Lord, take pity on me. If you find me a parking place I will go to Mass every Sunday for the rest of my and give up tequila." Miraculously, a parking place appeared. Pedro looked up again and said "Never mind. I found one." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Doug and Bill went out drinking one night and didn't get home till the wee hours. They see each other the next day at work and Bill asks, "Did your wife have much to say when you got home last night?" Doug replies, "No, but that didn't keep her from talking for two hours." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ John, a neighbor of mine, was annoyed because he had to search for his newspaper each morning after the paperboy tossed it. Often he would find it, covered with dirt, under the car in the gravel driveway. Then one day the paperboy's mother mentioned that her son's ambition was to play professional basketball. John had an idea. When he got home, he attached a basketball hoop to a post on the front porch. Sure enough, the next morning there was a resounding "plunk" as the newspaper sailed through the hoop and landed by the door. John never had to search for his paper again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It is forty below zero one winter night in Alaska. A guy is drinking at his local saloon and the bartender says to him, "You owe me quite a bit on your tab." "Sorry," says the guy, "I'm flat broke this week." "That's okay," says the bartender. "I'll just write your name and the amount you owe me right here on the wall." "But," says the guy, "I don't want any of my friends to see that." "They won't," says the bartender. "I'll just hang your parka over it until it's paid." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Signs of Christmas Everywhere" Toy Store: "Ho, ho, ho spoken here." Bridal boutique: "Marry Christmas." Outside a church: "The original Christmas Club." At a department store: "Big pre-Christmas sale. Come in and mangle with the crowd." A Texas jewelry store: "Diamond tiaras -- $70,000. Three for $200,000. A reducing salon: "24 Shaping Days until Christmas." In a stationery store: "For the man who has everything... a calendar to remind him when payments are due." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Oldie, I liked it better when they were called Indians The Native Americans asked their Chief in autumn, if the winter was going to be cold or not. Not really knowing an answer, the chief replies that the winter was going to be cold and that the members of the village were to collect wood to be prepared. Being a good leader, he then went to the next phone booth and called the National Weather Service and asked, "Is this winter to be cold?" The man on the phone responded, "This winter was going to be quite cold indeed." So the Chief went back to speed up his people to collect even more wood to be prepared. A week later he called the National Weather Service again, "Is it going to be a very cold winter?" "Yes," the man replied, "it's going to be a very cold winter." So the Chief goes back to his people and orders them to go and find every scrap of wood they can find. Two weeks later he calls the National Weather Service again: "Are you absolutely sure, that the winter is going to be very cold?" "Absolutely," the man replies, "the Native Americans are collecting wood like crazy!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Just as my son-in-law was serving the lasagna he had made for his guests, his five-year-old daughter asked, "Daddy, what was it you put in there by mistake?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THE MEETING OF THE DOGS The dogs all met one Christmas. They came from near and far. Some dogs came by Greyhound Bus, while others came by car. The purpose of their meeting: To fill the world with Glee, and put a brand new puppy under every Christmas tree. But a special hall was rented, and the landlord did declare he didn't want them running 'round just pooping everywhere. So before inside that rented hall the dogs could even look, they had to take their hineys off and hang them on a hook. Then once inside the meeting -- each mother, son and sire -- some cat dressed in a dog suit began to holler, "Fire!" They all rushed out, that pack of dogs. They had no time to look to see which type of hiney they grabbed off its little hook. They got their hineys all mixed up. It really made them sore, to have to wear a hiney they'd never worn before. Then, once the chaos ended, so did the dogs' grand scheme. And kids who'd dreamed of puppies were left with just a dream. It's also why you'll see a dog give up a juicy bone to go and sniff a hiney, to see if it's his own. Anonymous (adapted by Lee Charles Kelley) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Setting off the alarm while passing through a metal detector at McCarran Intl. Airport in Las Vegas, a blonde traveler was asked by a security agent if she had any change. "Gee," the blonde says, turning towards her husband, I told you we should of gone to Florida instead.....everyone here expects to be tipped." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thanksgiving day was approaching and the family had received a Thanksgiving card with a painting of a pilgrim family on their way to church. Grandma showed the card to her small grandchildren, observing: "The Pilgrim children liked to go to church with their mothers and fathers." "Oh yeah?" her young grandson replied, "so why is their dad carrying that rifle?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mrs. Goldberg was shopping at a produce stand in her neighbourhood. She approached the vendor and asked, "How much are these oranges?" "Two for a quarter," answered the vendor. "How much is just one?" she asked. "Fifteen cents," answered the vendor. "Then I'll take the other one," said Mrs. Goldberg. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Bad day at work This is even funnier when you realize it's real! The next time you have a bad day at work...think of this guy. Rob is a commercial saturation diver for Global Divers in Louisiana. He performs underwater repairs on offshore drilling rigs. Below is an E-mail he sent to his sister. She then sent it to radio station 103.2FM in Ft. Wayne, Indiana, who was sponsoring a worst job experience contest. Needless to say, she won! Hi Sue Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother. Last week I had a bad day at the office. I know you've been feeling down lately at work, so I thought I would share my dilemma with you to make you realize it's not so bad after all. Before I can tell you what happened to me, I first must bore you with a few technicalities of my job. As you know, my office lies at the bottom of the sea. I wear a suit to the office. It's a wet suit. This time of the year the water is quite cool. So what we do to keep warm is this: We have a diesel powered industrial water heater. This $20 000 piece of equipment sucks the water out of the sea. It heats it to a delightful temperature. It then pumps it down to the diver through a garden hose, which is taped to the air hose. Now this sounds like a darn good plan, and I've used it several times with no complaints. What I do, when I get to the bottom and start working, is take the hose and stuff it down the back of my wetsuit. This floods my whole suit with warm water. It's like working in a Jacuzzi. Everything was going well until all of a sudden, my butt started to itch. So, of course, I scratched it. This only made things worse. Within a few seconds my butt started to burn. I pulled the hose out from my back, but the damage was done. In agony I realized what had happened. The hot water machine had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped it into my suit. Now, since I don't have any hair on my back, the jellyfish couldn't stick to it. However, the crack of my butt was not as fortunate. When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the jellyfish into the crack of my but. I informed the dive supervisor of my dilemma over the communicator. His instructions were unclear due to the fact that he, along with five other divers, were all laughing hysterically. Needless to say I aborted the dive. I was instructed to make three agonizing in-water decompression stops totaling thirty-five minutes before I could reach the surface to begin my chamber dry decompression. When I arrived at the surface, I was wearing nothing but my brass helmet. As I climbed out of the water, the medic, with tears of laughter running down his face, handed me a tube of cream and told me to rub it on my butt as soon as I got in the chamber. The cream put the fire out, but I couldn't poop for two days because my butt was swollen shut. So the next time you're having a bad day at work, think about how much worse it would be if you had a jellyfish shoved up your butt. Now repeat to yourself, "I love my job, I love my job, I love my job" [snagged by] Yer Hillbilly friend in TN...Ross,PROUD father of an American Soldier ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A man parked his car at the supermarket and was walking past an empty cart when he heard a woman ask, "Excuse me, did you want that cart?" "No," he answered. "I'm only after one thing." As he walked toward the store, he heard her murmur, "Typical male." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Two buffalo were standing on the range when a passing tourist said: "Those are the mangiest, scroungiest, most moth-eaten miserable beasts I have ever seen." One of the buffalo turned to the other and said: "I think I just heard a discouraging word." The other buffalo replied, "Never get your horns in a uproar over a liberals comments!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Doug: I know you're crazy about that little daughter of yours. What are you going to do when she starts to date? Bill: I figure I'll take the first young man aside, put my arm around his shoulder, and pull him close to me so that only he can hear. Then I'll say, "Do you see that sweet, little young lady? She's my only daughter, and I love her very much. If you were thinking about touching, kissing, or being physically affectionate to her in any way, just remember this: I don't mind going BACK to prison ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A priest, a Pentecostal preacher and a Rabbi all served as chaplains to the students of Northern Michigan University in Marquette. They would get together two or three times a week for coffee and to talk shop. One day, someone made the comment that preaching to people isn't really all that hard. A real challenge would be to preach to a bear. One thing led to another and they decided to do an experiment. They would all go out into the woods, find a bear, preach to it, and attempt to convert it. Seven days later, they're all together to discuss the experience. Father Flannery, who has his arm in a sling, is on crutches, and has various bandages, goes first. "Well," he says, "I went into the woods to find me a bear. And when I found him I began to read to him from the Catechism. Well, that bear wanted nothing to do with me and began to slap me around. So I quickly grabbed my holy water, sprinkled him and, Holy Mary Mother of God, he became as gentle a lamb. The bishop is coming out next week to give him first communion and confirmation." Reverend Billy Bob spoke next. He was in a wheelchair, with an arm and both legs in casts, and an IV drip. In his best fire and brimstone oratory he claimed, "WELL brothers, you KNOW that we don't sprinkle! I went out and I FOUND me a bear. And then I began to read to him from God's HOLY WORD! But that bear wanted nothing to do with me. So I took HOLD of him and we began to rassle. We rassled down one hill, UP another and DOWN another until we came to a creek. So I quick DUNKED him and BAPTIZED his hairy soul. And just like you said, he became as gentle as a lamb. We spent the rest of the week in Fellowship, feasting on God's Holy Word, and praising Jesus." They both looked down at the rabbi, who was lying in a hospital bed. He was in a body cast and traction with IV's and monitors running in and out of him. He was in bad shape. The rabbi looks up and says, "You fellows don't even know what trouble is until you try to circumcise a bear." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A college senior took his new girlfriend to a football game. The young couple found seats in the crowded stadium and was watching the action. A substitute was put into the game, and as he was running onto the field to take his position, the boy said to his girlfriend, "Take a good look at that fellow. I expect him to be our best man next year." His girlfriend snuggled closer to him and said, "That's the strangest way I ever heard of for a fellow to propose to a girl. Regardless of how you said it, I accept!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ King Arthur and the Witch: Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighboring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him but was moved by Arthur's youth and ideals. So, the monarch offered him his freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer and, if after a year, he still had no answer, he would be put to death. The question?....What do women really want? Such a question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man, and to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death, he accepted the monarch's proposition to have an answer by year's end. He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everyone: the princess, the priests, the wise men and even the court jester. He spoke with everyone, but no one could give him a satisfactory answer. Many people advised him to consult the old witch, for only she would have the answer. But the price would be high; as the witch was famous throughout the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged. The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no choice but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer the question, but he would have to agree to her price first. The old witch wanted to marry Sir Lancelot, the most noble of the Knights of the Round Table and Arthur's closest friend! Young Arthur was horrified. She was hunchbacked and hideous, had only one tooth, smelled like sewage, made obscene noises, etc. He had never encountered such a repugnant creature in all his life. He refused to force his friend to marry her and endure such a terrible burden; but Lancelot, learning of the proposal, spoke with Arthur. He said nothing was too big of a sacrifice compared to Arthur's life and the preservation of the Round Table. Hence, a wedding was proclaimed and the witch answered Arthur's question thus: What a woman really wants, she answered....is to be in charge of her own life. Everyone in the kingdom instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth and that Arthur's life would be spared. And so it was, the neighboring monarch granted Arthur his freedom and Lancelot and the witch had a wonderful wedding. The honeymoon hour approached and Lancelot, steeling himself for a horrific experience, entered the bedroom. But, what a sight awaited him. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen lay before him on the bed. The astounded Lancelot asked what had happened The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she appeared as a witch, she would henceforth, be her horrible deformed self only half the time and the beautiful maiden the other half. Which would he prefer? Beautiful during the day....or night? Lancelot pondered the predicament. During the day, a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night, in the privacy of his castle, an old witch? Or, would he prefer having a hideous witch during the day, but by night, a beautiful woman for him to enjoy wondrous intimate moments? What would YOU do? What Lancelot chose is below. BUT....make YOUR choice before you scroll down below. OKAY? ~ O K gang, as usual, the answer is under Buggs and I'm sure ya know where that is. **** Quickies **** What does Duke Cunningham say to Tom DeLay? "You want the upper bunk or the lower bunk"(Jay Leno) ~ Republicans are getting set to take over another branch of government: the federal prison system. (Paul Benoit) ~ Most hospitals have two accident wards. One of them is the kitchen. But look on the bright side: The food they serve makes the medicine taste good. ~ I was on vacation in Texas, and was appalled by Dallas' chaotic traffic. I asked the bellhop at the hotel why it was so disorderly and was told, "In some countries they drive on the right, in others on the left. Here we drive in the shade." ~ The schoolteacher was taking her first golfing lesson. "Is the word spelt p-u-t or p-u-t-t?'' she asked the instructor. "P-u-t-t is correct,'' he replied. "Put means to place a thing where you want it. Putt means merely a vain attempt to do the same thing." ~ &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& Shirley's ressypees e-zine We do take requests!! If you are looking for any particular recipe, send your request to: mailto:bigguyhereagain@cogeco.ca SUBSCRIBE TO: RessyPees-subscribe@yahoogroups.com &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& **** WEIRD HAPPENINS **** With deer hunters out all over the woods, a farmer has decided to paint his cows, horses and even his dog bright orange to make sure they aren't mistaken for deer. Fritz Konieczka doesn't want to take any chances because he heard about a neighbor's horse being shot during hunting season several years ago. Konieczka, a Pennsylvania farmer, wants his an- imals to stand out - and they do. Fluorescent orange paint lines their backs and sides. He painted his horses, his cows, his goats, his turkeys and even his Dalmatian, Buda. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ German police have arrested a shoplifter who aroused suspicion by waddling through a supermarket with 177 cigarette packets in his trousers. "He'd filled his trousers in the truest sense of the word," a police spokesman said. "They were so full of stolen goods he could hardly walk." The thief was helped by three accomplices who formed a protective shield by holding newspapers in front of the man and his bulging trousers, police said. Staff alerted police, who arrested the four as they attempted to transfer the loot into their car. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There was something in the November 2005 "Scientific American" that had me chuckling. There were four burglars who broke into a veterinarian's office in Noblesville, Ind., looking for the painkiller known as OxyContin, which some people snort to get high. What they actually stole was oxytocin, which is given to laboring females to help them give birth, and develop nurturing feelings towards their progeny. The author says, "Maybe I'm wrong, but you've got to think that four young guys with enlarged, tender nipples and a tendency to cuddle are not going to fare that well in prison." &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& You can join The Funnies IT'S FREE To subscribe, Click on link below 25438-subscribe@zinester.com &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& **** Visiting Doc Taz M.D. D.V.M. **** This is coming around again during the Christmas
holidays & what a good reminder for all of us that are truly blessed!
If you've never seen this, it will thrill
your heart; if you have seen it click it off, if you can. I couldn't. It's
beautiful and the prayer at the end is something we all need to do
for the benefit of each other
The Big
Wheel
In September 1960, I woke up one morning
with six hungry babies and just
75 cents in my pocket. Their father was gone. The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was two. Their dad had never been much more than a
presence they feared. Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel
driveway, they would scramble to hide under their beds. He did manage to
leave $15 a week to buy groceries.
Now that he had decided to leave, there would be
no more beatings--but no food either. If there was a welfare system in
effect in southern Indiana at that time, I certainly knew nothing about
it. I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my
best homemade dress. I loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove
off to find a job.
The seven of us went to every factory, store, and
restaurant in our small town. No luck. The kids stayed crammed into the
car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince whoever would listen
that I was willing to learn or do anything. I had to have a job. Still no luck.
The last place we went to, just a few miles
out of town, was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a
truck stop. It was called the Big Wheel. An old lady named Granny owned the
place and she peeked out of the window from time to time at all those
kids. She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven
in the morning. She paid
65 cents an hour and I could start that night. I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people. I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night. She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep. This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal. That night when the little ones and I knelt
to say our prayers we all thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I
started at the Big Wheel.
When I got home in the mornings, I woke the
baby-sitter up and sent her home with one dollar of my tip money--fully
half of what I averaged every night.
As the weeks went by, heating bills added a
strain to my meager wage. The tires on the old Chevy had the
consistency of penny balloons and began to leak. I had to fill them with
air on the way to work and again every morning before I could go home.
One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to
the car to go home and found four tires in the back seat. New tires! There
was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires. Had angels taken
up residence in Indiana?
I wondered.
I made a deal with the local service
station. In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his
office. I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did
for him to do the tires.
I was now working six nights instead of five and
it still wasn't enough. Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no
money for toys for the kids. I found a can of red paint and started
repairing and painting some old toys. Then I hid them in the basement so
there would be something for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning.
Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches on the
boys' pants, and soon they would be too far gone to repair.
On Christmas Eve the usual customers were
drinking coffee in the Big Wheel.
These were the truckers, Les, Frank, and
Jim, and a state trooper named Joe. A few musicians were hanging around
after a gig at the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball
machine. The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours
of the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up.
When it was time for me to go home at seven
o'clock on Christmas morning, I hurried to the car. I was hoping the kids
wouldn't wake up before I managed to get home and get the presents from
the basement and place them under the tree. (We had cut down a small cedar
tree by the side of the road down by the dump.)
It was still dark and I couldn't see much,
but there appeared to be some dark shadows in the car--or was that just a
trick of the night?! Something certainly looked different, but it was hard
to tell what.
When I reached the car, I peered warily into one
of the side windows. Then my jaw dropped in amazement. My old battered
Chevy was filled full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes. I
quickly opened the driver's side door, scrambled inside and kneeled in the
front facing the back seat.
Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top
box. Inside was whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10! I looked
inside another box. It was full of shirts to go with the jeans. Then I
peeked inside some of the other boxes. There was candy and nuts and
bananas and bags of groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking and
canned vegetables and potatoes. There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies,
pie filling and flour. There was a whole bag of laundry supplies and
cleaning items. And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little
doll.
I drove back through empty streets as the
sun slowly rose on the most amazing Christmas Day of my life,
sobbing with gratitude. And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my
little ones that precious morning.
Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago
December. And they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop.
THE POWER OF PRAYER When you receive this, say a prayer. That's all you have to do. There is nothing attached. This is powerful. Just send this to four people and do not break this, please. Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards. Let's continue praying for one another. Father, please bless my friends reading this
right now. Lord, show them a new revelation of Your love and power. Holy
Spirit, may You minister to their spirit at this very moment.
Amen.
Passing this on to anyone you consider a
friend will bless you both. Passing this on to one not considered a friend is in
the holiday spirit.
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