8/3 - Wheely Farm Machines
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Thursday, August 03, 2006
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Just a quick little story tonight. After traveling all day to
Manti and back, it was time for our company summer party. (It’s
been a long day.) I was running late, so I met my sweet wife and
the boys at the party. It was at the same place it’s been for the
last several years, Wheeler Farm.
Anyway, when my told son #4 that we were going to Wheeler Farm,
she said he kept calling in Farm Wheels.
At least he didn’t swear about it... (No, actually he’s 99.9%
perfect!)
Enjoy today’s Jokes!
Marty
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A woman, on meeting a psychologist at a party, made a pitch for
some free professional advice. "What kind of toy would you suggest
giving a little boy on his third birthday?" she asked. "First I'd
have to know more about the child," the psychologist hedged.
The woman took a deep breath. "He's very bright and quick-witted
and exceptionally advanced for his age," she said. "He has good
coordination, expresses himself very well..." "Oh, I see," the
psychologist said, "It's YOUR child!"
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While touring the University with some college-bound friends, I
saw an advertisement that summed up the pre-college anxieties we
were all feeling. Posted in a campus restaurant was this sign for
a credit-card company: "Accepted at more colleges than you were."
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One of the British national daily newspapers is asking readers
"what it means to be British?" Some of the emails are hilarious
but this is one from a chap in Switzerland.
"Being British is about driving in a German car to an Irish pub
for a Belgian beer, then traveling home, grabbing an Indian curry
or a Turkish kebab on the way, to sit on Swedish furniture and
watch American shows on a Japanese TV. And the most British thing
of all? "Suspicion of anything foreign."
Thursday, August 03, 2006
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Just a quick little story tonight. After traveling all day to
Manti and back, it was time for our company summer party. (It’s
been a long day.) I was running late, so I met my sweet wife and
the boys at the party. It was at the same place it’s been for the
last several years, Wheeler Farm.
Anyway, when my told son #4 that we were going to Wheeler Farm,
she said he kept calling in Farm Wheels.
At least he didn’t swear about it... (No, actually he’s 99.9%
perfect!)
Enjoy today’s Jokes!
Marty
_________________________________________________________
¤»¥«¤»§«¤»¥«¤»§«¤»¥«¤»§«¤»§«¤»¥«¤»§«¤»¥«¤»§«¤»¥«¤»§«¤»¥«
¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯
A woman, on meeting a psychologist at a party, made a pitch for
some free professional advice. "What kind of toy would you suggest
giving a little boy on his third birthday?" she asked. "First I'd
have to know more about the child," the psychologist hedged.
The woman took a deep breath. "He's very bright and quick-witted
and exceptionally advanced for his age," she said. "He has good
coordination, expresses himself very well..." "Oh, I see," the
psychologist said, "It's YOUR child!"
<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>
While touring the University with some college-bound friends, I
saw an advertisement that summed up the pre-college anxieties we
were all feeling. Posted in a campus restaurant was this sign for
a credit-card company: "Accepted at more colleges than you were."
_________________________________________________________
¤»¥«¤»§«¤»¥«¤»§«¤»¥«¤»§«¤»§«¤»¥«¤»§«¤»¥«¤»§«¤»¥«¤»§«¤»¥«
¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯
One of the British national daily newspapers is asking readers
"what it means to be British?" Some of the emails are hilarious
but this is one from a chap in Switzerland.
"Being British is about driving in a German car to an Irish pub
for a Belgian beer, then traveling home, grabbing an Indian curry
or a Turkish kebab on the way, to sit on Swedish furniture and
watch American shows on a Japanese TV. And the most British thing
of all? "Suspicion of anything foreign."
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