Want more laughs?...here ya go.

A Russian woman married a Canadian gentleman and they lived happily ever after in Toronto. However, the poor lady was not very proficient in English, but did manage to communicate with her husband.

The real problem arose whenever she had to shop for groceries.

One day, she went to the butcher and wanted to buy chicken legs. She didn't know how to put forward her request, and in desperation, clucked like a chicken and lifted up her skirt to show her thighs.

Her butcher got the message, and gave her the chicken legs.

Next day she needed to get chicken breasts; again she didn't know how to say it, so she clucked like a chicken and unbuttoned her blouse to show the butcher her breasts!

The butcher understood again, and gave her some chicken breasts. On the 3rd day, the poor lady needed to buy sausages. Unable to find a way to communicate this, she brought her husband to the store.. (Please scroll down).

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What were you thinking? Hellooooooo, shame on you!!! Her husband speaks English! I don't know about you people sometimes!


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There was a world famous painter who, in the prime of her career, started losing her eyesight. Fearful that she might lose her life as a painter, she went to see the best eye surgeon in the world.

After several weeks of delicate surgery and therapy, her eyesight was restored. The painter was so grateful that she decided to show her gratitude by repainting the doctor's office. Part of her work included painting a gigantic eye on one wall.

When she had finished her work, she held a press conference to unveil her latest work of art: the doctor's office. During the press conference, one reporter noticed the eye on the wall, and asked the doctor, 'What was your first reaction upon seeing your newly painted office, especially that large eye on the wall?'

To this, the eye doctor responded, "I said to myself 'Thank the Lord, I'm not a gynecologist.'"


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A man playing on a new golf course got confused as to what hole he was on. He saw a lady playing ahead of him. He walked up to her and asked if she knew what hole he was playing. She replied, "I'm on the 7th hole, and you're a hole behind me, so you must be on the 6th hole." He thanked her and went back to his golf game.

Later on, the same thing happened and he approached the lady again with the same request. She said, "I'm on the 14th, you are a hole behind me, so you must be on the 13th." Once again he thanked her.

He finished his round and went into the club house and saw the lady sitting at the end of the bar. He went up to her and said, "Let me buy you a drink to show my appreciation for your help."

He started a conversation and asked her what kind of work she did. She said she was in sales, and he said he was in sales also.

He asked what she sold. She replied, "If I told you, you would only laugh."

"No, I wouldn't," he said.

She said, "I sell tampons."

With that he fell on the floor laughing hysterically. She said, "See, I knew you would laugh."

"That's not what I'm laughing at," he replied. "I'm a toilet paper salesman, so I'm STILL one hole behind you."


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At 85 years old, Morris marries a lovely 25-year-old woman. The woman decides that on their wedding night they should have separate bedrooms, because she is concerned that the old fellow might overexert himself. After the wedding festivities, she prepares herself for bed and for Morris to come to her room. Sure enough, there is a knock at the door and there is her groom, ready for action. They unite in conjugal union and after the main event, Morris leaves while his bride gets ready to go to sleep.


After a few minutes, there's a knock on the door and there's old Morris, ready for more action. Somewhat surprised, she consents to further coupling, after which the octogenarian bids her good night and leaves.

She is certainly ready for slumber at this point, when there is another knock at the door by Morris, who is as energetic as a 25-year-old and ready for more. Once again, they do the horizontal boogie. As they're relaxing, the young bride says to him, "I am really impressed that a man your age has enough juice to go at it three times. I've been with guys less than half your age who were only good for one time. You're a great lover, Morris." Morris looks confused.



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"I was here already?"  

It's Official...


I am the permanent relative placement of my granddaughter, BellaRose. Its been a long year dealing with grown adult children issues, courts, social workers, holding down a full-time job, and mothering an 8-year-old, but tears welled in my eyes in the courtroom happy to be able to provide her stability and guidance that she needs to become a beautiful young lady. When I told Bella she leaped into my arms and hugged me close! Nothing can top that. One of the highlights of my life.

The best thing is finally having the legal clout, so I don't have to put up with anymore drama or verbage from her mother, do-less son-in-law, or the have-no-common-sense (clueless) in-laws. Bella is happy here, that's all that matters; to me that's all that ever mattered. Every kid needs to be a kid, not listen to constant arguing, live in a nasty environment, or be emotionally or socially neglected.


 
Congrats are in order!
 
 
 
 

Monday ha-ha's on a Sunday...Real Life Doctor Excerpts...


I was caring for a woman from Kentucky and asked, "So, how's your breakfast this morning?"

It's very good, except for the Kentucky Jelly, she responded. I can't seem to get used to the taste," the patient replied.

I then asked to see the jelly and the woman produced a foil packet labeled "KY Jelly." ~ Dr. *** Kransdorf, Detroit, MI


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While acquainting myself with a new elderly patient, I asked, "How long have you been bedridden?"


After a look of complete confusion she answered ... "Why, not for about twenty years--when my husband was alive." ~ Dr. *** Swanson, Corvallis, OR

 
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One day I had to be the bearer of bad news when I told a wife that husband had died of a massive myocardial infarct.

Not more than five minutes later, I heard her reporting to the rest of the family that he had died of a "massive internal fart." ~ Dr. *** Steinberg, Manitoba, Canada


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During a patient's two week follow-up appointment with his cardiologist, he informed me, his doctor, that he was having trouble with one of his medications. "Which one?" I asked.

"The patch. The nurse told me to put on a new one every six hours and now I'm running out of places to put it!"

I had him quickly undress and discovered what I hoped I wouldn't see. Yes, the man had over fifty patches on his body! Now the instructions include removal of the old patch before applying a new one. ~ Dr. *** St. Clair, Norfolk, VA

*holey cow!* stupidity is alive and well~!

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strange little funnies...

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haha! I kinda feel like somedays I'm just spinning my wheels at work too~!

Monday ha-ha's on a Sunday...

A visitor at a seaside hotel called over the head waiter at breakfast one morning and said: "I want two boiled eggs, one of them so undercooked it's runny, and the other so overcooked it's tough and hard to eat. Also grilled bacon that has been left on the plate to get cold; burnt toast that crumbles away as soon as you touch it with a knife; butter straight from the deep freeze so that it's impossible to spread; and a pot of very weak coffee, lukewarm."


"That's a complicated order sir," said the bewildered waiter. "It might be quite difficult."


The guest replied: "It shouldn't be too tough, that's what you gave me yesterday!"




An elderly man goes to his doctor and says: “Doc, I think I'm getting senile. Several times lately, I’ve forgotten to zip up.”


“That's not senility,” replies the doctor: “Senility is when you forget to zip down.”



A man goes up to a very beautiful woman in a large supermarket and says: "I've lost my wife here in the supermarket. Do you mind talking to me for a couple of minutes?"


"Why?" she asks.


"Because every time I talk to a beautiful woman, my wife appears out of nowhere."



A man who worked for Lifesavers was testing a new Lifesaver flavor on a fifth-grade class. Using a bowl of Lifesavers, he gave the children all the same kind of Lifesaver and asked them: "What is the flavor?"


The children were able to identify all of the common flavors easily until he gave them each a honey Lifesaver. The children sucked on them for a while, but couldn't decipher the taste.


"Well," he said: "I'll give you a clue. It's what your mother would call your father."


One little girl looked up in horror, spit hers out, and yelled: "Everybody spit it out, they're assholes!"

Explore your inner Jeff Foxworthy...


You might be a redneck if...



 
 
*go ahead, bloggers insert your one-liner here*

Bella says...,
"Your truck doubles as a roadside cafe."

I'll add yours here...

 
 
Yup, we'll send this off to Jeff Foxworthy, of course with pending approval from the picture owner.  Maybe Jeff will love the pic and your one-liner enuff to give it a spot in his next redneck book~! heyyy you never know, you could become famously redneck-worthy!



in other news, bloggers...



Game over.  Yes, after slipping on that banana peel today, Ms. Incorrigible hung herself. 

I Dream of Jeanie is still hanging on.

Dear Crazy-As-Bat-Shit-Lady: The fridge doesn't come with a pedigree!

Dear Crazy-As-Bat-Shit-Lady:

I am honored that you chose my ad for a mini fridge out of all the ads you could have chosen. It makes me feel good that my mini fridge will be supplying you with the ice cold beverages you've obviously become accustomed to.

Next time you answer one of my ads, please note the following:

I am not Home Depot. If you travel thirty minutes to pick up a bulky 40-pound object, please come prepared with the necessary items you'll need to secure it to your vehicle. Yes, I have rope. I have a lot of rope. I have many different colors and sizes of rope. No, you can not have my rope. The ad said I was selling a fridge, not a fridge with rope. Nor was I selling a fridge with padding so that the pleather seats on your piece of crap car don't get marked up.

What part of 'buyer must pick up' in the ad was confusing to you? Yes, I have a vehicle. No, I don't want to haul your fridge all the way to East BumbleFuck on the hottest day of the year. No, I'm really really sure I don't want to do that. No, really. I'm sure.

Please call me only once with ALL your questions. I left for the day, and had 5 messages on my answering machine, the last one was at 10:30 pm. Frankly lady, you were sounding a bit too crazy by the end of the day. It's a fridge. A small metal box that keeps shit cold. I don't have the fridge's family tree. For all I know the fridge's was conceived by a slutty young Maytag that graced some hillbilly's side porch. I don't know the exact age of the fridge. I bought it a few months ago, I used it for a couple of days, ok, I lied, I used it a whole week. The fact is, you're not buying a race horse, you're buying a used fridge.

No, I will not knock $10 bucks off the price of the fridge because your anal retentive eyes picked up the ittiest, bittiest hairline scratch from across my driveway. I'm not making judgements on you, but I'm pretty damn sure Donald Trump didn't send you across the country to pick up a used fridge for Trump Towers. Though I'd wager the whole concept of the mini-fridge bar is a familar one to you.

Yes, you can unplug a fridge without any harm to the fridge. Believe me, the fridge is fine. The manufacturers have figured out a way to extend the life of a fridge that has been unplugged. Yes, I'm absolutely sure of that. No, you did not have to leave 2 messages about your concerns with the fridge being unplugged, and frankly it was a little embarrassing having the same conversation with you in my driveway where my neighbors could hear.

No, I don't have the operating instructions. I can write them down for you though: Plug fridge in. Open door. Put crap inside. Take crap out when it's cold. Eat or drink crap.

I am not a fridge pimp. I don't have any more fridges at that price. No, I don't know where you can get another fridge at that price. Yes, I know it's in great condition for the price, and I'm sure you'd like your other crazy-as-bat-shit-mini-fridge-buying-friends to have one just like it, but this is all I have. Here's a thought, there's this online classified ads website. Yeah, you may have heard of it, it's called CRAIGSLIST. I dunno, maybe, just maybe, in this great land of ours, there's another mini-fridge being advertised there.

Please remove my phone number from your address book. I think our relationship is over. Oh, and if you've added me to your AIM Buddy List, please delete me. Please. I beg you.

Yours truly,



The mini-fridge seller

haha! its nearly Friday...lets get fired up!

"Mrs. Ward, please."

"Speaking."

"Mrs. Ward, this is Doctor Jones at the Medical Testing Laboratory. When your doctor sent your husband's biopsy to the lab yesterday, a biopsy from another Mr. Ward arrived as well, and we are now uncertain which one is your husband's. Frankly the results are either bad or terrible."

"What do you mean?" Mrs. Ward asks nervously.

"Well, one Mr. Ward tested positive for Alzheimer's and the other one was positive for AIDS. We can't tell which is your husband's."

"That's dreadful! Can't you do the test again?" questioned Mrs. Ward.

"Normally, yes, but Medicare won't pay for these expensive tests more than once." "Well, what am I supposed to do now?"

"The people at Medicare recommend that you drop your husband off somewhere in the middle of town. If he finds his way home, don't sleep with him."

UpDATE on "I Dream of Jeannie" today...

I dream of Jeanie Pictures, Images and PhotosWell, I ended up uploading about 8 documents for her today.  She actually got through about 40 documents! She, at one point, knew I got agitated with her asking 40 questions! it wasn't so much that she was asking questions, as she would put type stuff that didn't make sense like I had time to put a puzzle together.   I just gave her mostly the silent treatment and made my remarks short and sweet.  butttttt...that was not the biggest issue today, we had other fish to fry, namely a lady who uploaded a document with over 50 blanks in it.  Yes, you heard me right! so what if the dictator was a nightmare, you still have to proof the entire report, she just gave up and didn't bother sending an email about to anybody to let them know, so we could forewarn the client Rep that the report was of poor "cut out" quality.  Not to mention on a phone call, she was very rude to the FQA manager, with no hint of taking any responsibility whatsoever, frankly didn't care and stated such! She is also nonconforming as far as giving us FQA feedback.  That woman is incorrigible!

Her stick figurine is up on our dry erase board; ya'll know the hangman game, dontcha?  Well, she has company on the board...Currently we have two hangman...(one of which resembles Jeannie...LOL)...each with their pictures drawn in various stages of dismemberment...

Yes...it'll be interesting to see which one hangs themselves first, although Ms. Incorrigible currently has a banana peel directly below her left foot after that phone call...her other leg is missing. oopsey!

One question.  Is it Friday yet?  gawwwwd...if I smoked I'd have me a cigarette in one hand, and cocktail in the other!