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'I would like a Sprite,' said the first little piggy. &lt;br /&gt;
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'I would like a Coke,' said the second little piggy. &lt;br /&gt;
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'I want beer, lots and lots of beer,' said the third little piggy.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yeqERKRjEmE/S73dIyzkJ3I/AAAAAAAAEV8/agPySWSDHjE/s1600/smiling+pig.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yeqERKRjEmE/S73dIyzkJ3I/AAAAAAAAEV8/agPySWSDHjE/s200/smiling+pig.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The drinks were brought out and the waiter took their orders for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;
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'I want a nice big steak,' said the first piggy. &lt;br /&gt;
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'I would like the salad plate,' said the second piggy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'I want beer, lots and lots of beer,' said the third little piggy. &lt;br /&gt;
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The meals were brought out and a while later the waiter approached the table and asked if the piggies would like any dessert. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'I want a banana split,' said the first piggy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'I want a cheesecake,' said the second piggy &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'I want beer, lots and lots of beer,' exclaimed the third little piggy &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Pardon me for asking,' said the waiter to the third little piggy,' &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But why have you only ordered beer all evening?' &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;The third piggy says - &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Well, somebody has to go 'Wee, wee, wee, all the way home! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
The bartender says, 'Well, since it's your birthday,  I'll buy you a drink.  In fact, this one is on me.'  &lt;br /&gt;
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As the woman finishes her drink, the woman to her right says, 'I would like to buy you a drink, too.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The old woman says, 'Thank you.  Bartender, I want a Scotch with two drops of water.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Coming up,' says the bartender.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As she finishes that drink, the man to her left says, 'I would like to buy you one, too.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The old woman says, 'Thank you.  Bartender, I want another Scotch with two drops of water.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Coming right up,' the bartender says.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As he gives her the drink, he says, 'Ma'am,  I'm dying of curiosity.  Why the Scotch with only two drops of water?'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The old woman replies, 'Sonny, when you're my age, you've learned how to hold your liquor.  Holding your water, however, is a whole other issue.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6086793195587168147-6338698004247995928?l=angiessillystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Sign over a Gynecologist's Office:&lt;br /&gt;
"Dr. Jones, at your cervix."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In a Podiatrist's office:&lt;br /&gt;
"Time wounds all heels." &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On a Septic Tank Truck:&lt;br /&gt;
Yesterday's Meals on Wheels&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At a Proctologist's door:&lt;br /&gt;
"To expedite your visit, please back in. "&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On a Plumber's truck: &lt;br /&gt;
"We repair what your husband fixed."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On another Plumber's truck:&lt;br /&gt;
"Don't sleep with a drip. Call your plumber."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On a Church's Bill board:&lt;br /&gt;
"7 days without God makes one weak."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At a Tire Shop in  Milwaukee :&lt;br /&gt;
"Invite us to your next blowout."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At a Towing company:&lt;br /&gt;
"We don't charge an arm and a leg. We want tows...."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On an Electrician's truck:&lt;br /&gt;
"Let us remove your shorts."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In a Non-smoking Area:&lt;br /&gt;
"If we see smoke, we will assume you are on fire and take appropriate action."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On a Maternity Room door:&lt;br /&gt;
"Push. Push. Push."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At an Optometrist's Office:&lt;br /&gt;
"If you don't see what you're looking for, you've come to the right place."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On a Taxidermist's window:&lt;br /&gt;
"We really know our stuff."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On a Fence:&lt;br /&gt;
"Salesmen welcome! Dog food is expensive!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At a Car Dealership:&lt;br /&gt;
"The best way to get back on your feet - miss a car payment.."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Outside a Muffler Shop:&lt;br /&gt;
"No appointment necessary. We hear you coming."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In a Veterinarian's waiting room:&lt;br /&gt;
"Be back in 5 minutes. Sit! Stay!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At the Electric Company&lt;br /&gt;
"We would be delighted if you send in your payment. However, if you don't, you will be."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In a Restaurant window:&lt;br /&gt;
"Don't stand there and be hungry; come on in and get fed up."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the front yard of a Funeral Home:&lt;br /&gt;
"Drive carefully. We'll wait."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At a Propane Filling Station:&lt;br /&gt;
"Thank heaven for little grills."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And don't forget the sign at a CHICAGO RADIATOR SHOP:&lt;br /&gt;
"Best place in town to take a leak."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sign on the back of another Septic Tank Truck:&lt;br /&gt;
"Caution - This Truck is full of Political Promises"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6086793195587168147-4734186350776457336?l=angiessillystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;the pot at the end of the rainbow!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Wouldn't you know it!!!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A man only needs to be:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. A friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. A companion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. A lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. A brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5. A father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;6. A master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;7. A chef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8. An electrician&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9. A carpenter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;10. A plumber &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;11. A mechanic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;12. A decorator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;13. A stylist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;14. A sexologist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;15. A gynecologist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;16. A psychologist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;17. A pest exterminator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;18. A psychiatrist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;19. A healer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;20. A good listener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;21. An organizer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;22. A good father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;23. Very clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;24. Sympathetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;25. Athletic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;26. Warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;27. Attentive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;28. Gallant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;29. Intelligent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;30. Funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;31. Creative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;32. Tender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;33. Strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;34. Understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;35. Tolerant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;36. Prudent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;37. Ambitious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;38. Capable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;39. Courageous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;40. Determined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;41. True&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;42. Dependable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;43. Passionate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;44. Compassionate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;WITHOUT FORGETTING TO: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;45. Give her compliments regularly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;46. Love shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;47. Be honest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;48.. Be very rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;49. Not stress her out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;50. Not look at other girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;AND AT THE SAME TIME, YOU MUST ALSO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;51. Give her lots of attention, but expect little yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;52. Give her lots of time, especially time for herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;53. Give her lots of space, never worrying about where she goes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;IT IS VERY IMPORTANT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;54. Never to forget:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;* birthdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;* anniversaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;* arrangements she makes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;HOW TO MAKE A MAN HAPPY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1. Show up naked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2. Bring alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;I joined a health club last year, spent about 400 bucks. Haven't lost a pound,&lt;br /&gt;
Apparently you have to go there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Every time I hear the dirty word 'exercise',&lt;br /&gt;
I wash my mouth out with chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I do have flabby thighs,&lt;br /&gt;
but fortunately my stomach covers them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The advantage of exercising every day is so when you die, they'll say,'Well, he looks good doesn't he.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you are going to try cross-country skiing,&lt;br /&gt;
start with a small country.   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know I got a lot of exercise the last few years,...... I went over the hill. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have just found out there are several stores---not just in the South---where you can get a FREE Bar-B-Q grill!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;These free grills are available from any of the following stores:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&amp;amp;P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Albertsons&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Costco&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Food Lion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fry's&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Home Depot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Lots&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brookshire's&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lowes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Publix&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Safeway&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sam's Club&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Target&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vons&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trader Joe's&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wal-Mart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Winn-Dixie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kroger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ben Franklin said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In wine there is wisdom,&lt;br /&gt;
In beer there is freedom,&lt;br /&gt;
In water there is bacteria.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In a number of carefully controlled trials,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Scientists have demonstratedthat if we drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
1 liter of water each day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
At the end of the year we would have absorbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
More than 1 kilo of &lt;span id="lw_1252632869_29"&gt;Escherichia coli&lt;/span&gt;, (E. Coli) - bacteria &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
found in feces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In other words, we are consuming 1 kilo of poop..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We do NOT run that risk when drinking wine &lt;br /&gt;
(or tequila, rum, whiskey or other liquor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Because alcohol has to go through a purification process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
of boiling, filtering and/or fermenting.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Remember:&lt;br /&gt;
Water = Poop,&lt;br /&gt;
Wine = Health&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore, it's better to drink wine and talk stupid,&lt;br /&gt;
Than to drink water and be full of crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6086793195587168147-521234336132793893?l=angiessillystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;'Jesus knows you're here.'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;He nearly jumped out of his skin, clicked his flashlight off, and froze.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;When he heard nothing more, after a bit, he shook his head and continued.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Just as he pulled the stereo out so he could disconnect the wires, clear as a bell he heard&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;'Jesus is watching you.'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Freaked out, he shined his light around frantically, looking for the source of the voice.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Finally, in the corner of the room, his flashlight beam came to rest on a parrot. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;'Did you say that?' he hissed at the parrot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;'Yep', the parrot confessed, then squawked, 'I'm just trying to warn you that he is watching you.'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;The burglar relaxed. 'Warn me, huh? Who in the world are you?'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;'Moses,' replied the bird.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;'Moses?' the burglar laughed. 'What kind of people would name a bird Moses?'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'The kind of people that would name a Rottweiler Jesus.'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;At 1:00 AM, the man leaned down and gently woke the woman saying,..........   'Ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you, but would you be willing to reach into the closet  to get me a second blanket?&amp;nbsp; I'm awfully cold..'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;'I have a better idea,' she replied 'Just for tonight,...... let's pretend that we're married.'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Wow!....................... That's a great idea!', he exclaimed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Good,' she replied. ..............&amp;nbsp; 'Get your own dang blanket..' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;After a moment of silence, ........................ he farted.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After creating heaven and earth, God created Adam and Eve. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And the first thing he said was: 'DON'T !' &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Don't what ?' Adam asked. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Don't eat the forbidden fruit.' God said. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Forbidden fruit? We have forbidden fruit? Hey Eve..we have forbidden fruit!'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;' No Way !' &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Yes way!'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; 'Do NOT eat the fruit ! 'said God. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Why ? '&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
'Because I am your Father and I said so! 'God replied wondering why He hadn't stopped creation after making the elephants &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A few minutes later God saw His children having an apple break and He was ticked! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Didn't I tell you not to eat the fruit?' God asked. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Uh huh,' &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adam replied.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Then why did you?' said the Father.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'I don't know.' &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;said Eve.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'She started it!' &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adam said. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Did not!'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Did too!'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'DID NOT!'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Having had it with the two of them, God's punishment was that Adam and Eve should have children of their own.&amp;nbsp; Thus the pattern was set and it has never changed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Old Indian Chief "Bald Eagle" was asked by a white government official, "You have observed the white man for 90 years.  You've seen his wars and his technological advances. You've seen his progress, and the damage he's done."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The Chief nodded in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The official continued, "Considering all these events, in your opinion, where did the white man go wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Chief stared at the government official for over a minute and then calmly replied. "When white man find land, Indians running it, no taxes, no debt, plenty buffalo, plenty beaver, clean water.  Women did all the work, Medicine Man free.  Indian man spend all day hunting and fishing; all night having sex."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;A pirate walked into a bar, and the bartender said, "Hey, I&lt;br /&gt;
haven't seen you in a while. What happened? You look terrible."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"What do you mean?" said the pirate, "I feel fine."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"What about the wooden leg? You didn't have that before."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Well," said the pirate, "We were in a battle, and I got hit with&lt;br /&gt;
a cannon ball, but I'm fine now."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The bartender replied, "Well, OK, but what about that hook? What&lt;br /&gt;
happened to your hand?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The pirate explained, "We were in another battle. I boarded a ship&lt;br /&gt;
and got into a sword fight. My hand was cut off. I got fitted&lt;br /&gt;
with a hook but I'm fine, really."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"What about that eye patch?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Oh," said the pirate, "One day we were at sea, and a flock of&lt;br /&gt;
birds flew over. I looked up, and one of them crapped in my eye."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"You're kidding," said the bartender. "You can't loose an eye from bird crap."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Later on when Jack's buddies arrived at the hunting camp, they were shocked to see Jack. He was already there with a cold beer in hand, burgers cooking on the grille, gun cleaned and loaded, and a camp fire glowing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"How did you talk your missus into letting you come, Jack?" "I didn't have to," Jack replied.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"When I left you guys, I went home and slumped down in my chair with a brew to drown my sorrows. Then Bernice snuck up behind me, covered my eyes, and said, 'Surprise.'"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"When I peeled her hands back, she was standing there in a beautiful see-through nightie and said, 'Carry me into the bedroom, tie me to the bed, and you can do whatever you want!'"...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;"So, HERE I AM!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;If you wake up looking like this, you may have the swine flu.... &lt;br /&gt;
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I have two kids myself, but the best birth story I know is the one I saw in my own second grade classroom a few years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, I loved show-and-tell. So I always have a few sessions with my students. It helps them get over shyness and usually, show-and-tell is pretty tame. Kids bring in pet turtles, model airplanes, pictures of fish they catch, stuff like that. And I never, ever place any boundaries or limitations on them. If they want to lug it in to school and talk about it, they're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one day this little girl, Erica, a very bright, very outgoing kid, takes her turn and waddles up to the front of the class with a pillow stuffed under her sweater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She holds up a snapshot of an infant. 'This is Luke, my baby brother, and I'm going to tell you about his birthday.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'First, Mom and Dad made him as a symbol of their love, and then Dad put a seed in my Mom's stomach, and Luke grew in there. He ate for nine months through an umbrella cord.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's standing there with her hands on the pillow, and I'm trying not to laugh and wishing I had my camcorder with me. The kids are watching her in amazement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then, about two Saturdays ago, my Mom starts saying and going, 'Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh!' Erica puts a hand behind her back and groans. 'She walked around the house for, like an hour, 'Oh, oh, oh!' (Now this kid is doing a hysterical duck walk and groaning.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My Dad called the middle wife. She delivers babies, but she doesn't have a sign on the car like the Domino's man. They got my Mom to lie down in bed like this.' (Then Erica lies down with her back against the wall.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And then, pop! My Mom had this bag of water she kept in there in case he got thirsty, and it just blew up and spilled all over the bed, like psshhheew!' (This kid has her legs spread with her little hands miming water flowing away. It was too much!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then the middle wife starts saying 'push, push,' and 'breathe, breathe. They started counting, but never even got past ten. Then, all of a sudden, out comes my brother. He was covered in yucky stuff that they all said it was from Mom's play-center, (placenta) so there must be a lot of toys inside there. When he got out, the middle wife spanked him for crawling up in there.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Erica stood up, took a big theatrical bow and returned to her seat. I'm sure I applauded the loudest. Ever since then, when it's show-and-tell day, I bring my camcorder, just in case another 'Middle Wife' comes along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:14;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6086793195587168147-3844304230220628628?l=angiessillystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;When a man volunteers to do the BBQ the following chain of events are put into motion:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="color: #20124d; font-family: arial;"&gt;Routine…&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;   (1) The woman buys the food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; (2) The woman makes the salad, prepares the vegetables, and makes dessert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; (3) The woman prepares the meat for cooking, places it on a tray along with the necessary cooking utensils and sauces, and takes it to the man who is lounging beside the grill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; (4) The woman remains outside the compulsory three meter exclusion zone where the exuberance of testosterone and other manly bonding activities can take place without the interference of the woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; Here comes the important part:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; (5) THE MAN PLACES THE MEAT ON THE GRILL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; More routine…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; (6) The woman goes inside to organize the plates and cutlery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; (7) The woman comes out to tell the man that the meat is looking great. He thanks her and asks if she will bring another beer while he flips the meat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; Important again:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; (8) THE MAN TAKES THE MEAT OFF THE GRILL AND HANDS IT TO THE WOMAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; More routine…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; (9) The woman prepares the plates, salad, bread, utensils, napkins, sauces, and brings them to the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; (10) After eating, the woman clears the table and does the dishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; And most important of all:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; (11) Everyone PRAISES the MAN and THANKS HIM for his cooking efforts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; (12) The man asks the woman how she enjoyed her night off and, upon seeing her annoyed reaction, concludes that there’s just no pleasing so&lt;/span&gt;me women! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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