The Cruise!

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An elderly couple was on a cruise and it was really stormy.

They were standing on the back of the boat watching the moon, when a wave came up and washed the old woman overboard.

They searched for days and couldnt find her. So the captain sent the old man home with the promise that he would notify him as soon as they found something.

Three weeks went by and finally the old man got a fax from the ship.

It read: Sir, sorry to inform you, we found your wife had died in the ocean. We hauled her up to the deck, and found an oyster attached to her butt. Inside it was a pearl worth $50,000.

Please advise?

The old man faxed back: Send me the pearl and re-bait the trap!

Dear Bank Manager

Poza publicata in [ General / Unsorted ]

Dear Bank Manager,



I am writing to thank you for bouncing the check with which I endeavored to pay my plumber last month. By my calculations some three nanoseconds must have elapsed between his presenting the check, and the arrival in my account of the funds needed to honor it. I refer, of course, to the automatic monthly deposit of my entire salary, an arrangement which, I admit, has only been in place for eight years.



You are to be commended for seizing that brief window of opportunity, and also for debiting my account with $50 by way of penalty for the inconvenience I caused to your bank. My thankfulness springs from the manner in which this incident has caused me to re-think my errant financial ways. You have set me on the path of fiscal righteousness.



No more will our relationship be blighted by these unpleasant incidents, for I am restructuring my affairs in the second half of 1999, taking as my model the procedures, attitudes and conduct of your very bank. I can think of no greater compliment, and I know you will be excited and proud to hear it.



To this end, please be advised about the following changes:



First, I have noticed that whereas I personally attend to your telephone calls and letters, when I try to contact you I am confronted by the impersonal, ever-changing, pre-recorded, faceless entity which your bank has become. From now on I, like you, choose only to deal with a flesh and blood person.



My mortgage and loan repayments will, therefore and hereafter, no longer be automatic, but will arrive at your bank, by check, addressed personally and confidentially to an employee of your branch, whom you must nominate. You will be aware that it is an offense under the Postal Act for any other person to open such an envelope.



Please find attached an Application Contact Status which I require our chosen employee to complete. I am sorry it runs to eight pages, but in order that I know as much about him or her as your bank knows about me, there is no alternative. Please note that all copies of his or her medical history must be countersigned by a Justice of the Peace, and that the mandatory details of his/her financial situation (income, debts, assets and liabilities) must be accompanied by documented proof.



In due course I will issue your employee with a PIN number which he/she must quote in all dealings with me. I regret that it cannot be shorter than 28 digits but, again, I have modeled it on the number of button presses required to access my account balance on your phone bank service. As they say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.



Let me level the playing field even further by introducing you to my new telephone system, which you will notice, is very much like yours. My authorized contact at your bank, the only person with whom I will have any dealings, may call me at any time and will be answered by an automated voice. By pressing buttons on the phone, he/she will be guided thorough an extensive set of menus:



1. To make an appointment to see me

2. To query a missing repayment

3. To make a general complaint or inquiry

4. To transfer the call to my living room in case I am there;

Extension of living room to be communicated at the time the call is received;

5. To transfer the call to my bedroom in case I am still sleeping. Extension of bedroom to be communicated at the time the call is received;

6. To transfer the call to my toilet in case I am attending to nature. Extension of toilet to be communicated at the time the call is received.

7. To transfer the call to my mobile phone in case I am not at home.

8. To leave a message on my computer. To leave a message a password to access my computer is required. Password will be communicated at a later date to the contact.

9. To return to the main menu and listen carefully to options 1 through 8.

The contact will then be put on hold, pending the attention of my automated answering service. While this may on occasion involve a lengthy wait, uplifting music will play for the duration. This month Ive chosen a refrain from The Best Of Woody Guthrie:

Oh, the banks are made of marble

With a guard at every door

And the vaults are filled with silver

That the miners sweated for



After twenty minutes of that, our mutual contact will probably know it by heart. On a more serious note, we come to the matter of cost.



As your bank has often pointed out, the ongoing drive for greater efficiency comes at a cost. A cost which you have always been quick to pass on to me. Let me repay your kindness by passing some costs back.



First, there is the matter of advertising material you send me. This I will read for a fee of $20 per page. Inquiries from your nominated contact will be billed at $5 per minute of my time spent in response. Any debits to my account, as, for example, in the matter of the penalty for the dishonored check, will be passed back to you.



My new phone service runs at 75 cents a minute (even Woody Guthrie doesnt come for free), so you would be well advised to keep your inquiries brief and to the point. Regrettably, but again following your example, I must also levy an establishment fee to cover the setting up of this new arrangement.



Best Wishes,



Your humble client

Leaving the Vatican

Poza publicata in [ Jewish ]

About a century or two ago, the Pope decided that all the Jews had to leave the Vatican. Naturally there was a big uproar from the Jewish community. So the Pope made a deal. He would have a religious debate with a member of the Jewish community. If the Jew won, the Jews could stay. If the Pope won, the Jews would leave. The Jews realized that they had no choice. So they picked a middle aged man named Moishe to represent them. Moishe asked for one addition to the debate. To make it more interesting, neither side would be allowed to talk. The pope agreed.


The day of the great debate came. Moishe and the Pope sat opposite each other for a full minute before the Pope raised his hand and showed three fingers. Moishe looked back at him and raised one finger.



The Pope waved his fingers in a circle around his head. Moishe pointed to the ground where he sat.



The Pope pulled out a wafer and a glass of wine. Moishe pulled out an apple. The Pope stood up and said, I give up. This man is too good. The Jews can stay.



An hour later, the cardinals were all around the Pope asking him what happened. The Pope said: First I held up three fingers to represent the Trinity. He responded by holding up one finger to remind me that there was still one God common to both our religions. Then I waved my finger around me to show him that God was all around us. He responded by pointing to the ground and showing that God was also right here with us. I pulled out the wine and the wafer to show that God absolves us from our sins. He pulled out an apple to remind me of original sin. He had an answer for everything. What could I do?



Meanwhile, the Jewish community had crowded around Moishe. What happened? they asked. Well, said Moishe, First he said to me that the Jews had three days to get out of here. I told him that not one of us was leaving. Then he told me that this whole city would be cleared of Jews. I let him know that we were staying right here.



And then? asked a woman.



I dont know, said Moishe. He took out his lunch and I took out mine.


Windows 95

Poza publicata in [ Animal ]

Why cant dogs use computers?

Because you cant stick your head out of Windows 95

Dumb and Dumber Blonds

Poza publicata in [ Blonde ]

A blond bought two horses, and could never remember which was which. A neighbor suggested that he cut the tail of one horse and that worked great until the other horse got his tail caught in a bush. It tore just right and looked exactly like the other horses tail and our friend was stuck again.

The neighbor suggested that the blond notch the ear of one horse. That worked fine until the other horse caught his ear on a barbed wire fence. Once again our friend couldnt tell them apart.

The neighbor suggested that the blond measure the horses for height. When she did, she was very pleased to find that the white horse was 2 inches taller than the black.

Ever see Stevie Wonders house?

Poza publicata in [ General / Unsorted ]

Neither has he.

Memo to all EMS personnel

Poza publicata in [ Seasonal / Holiday ]

MEMO TO ALL EMS PERSONNEL

To: All EMS Personnel

From: Chief of Operations

Subject: Proper Narrative Descriptions

It has come to our attention from several emergency rooms that many EMS narratives have taken a decidedly creative direction lately. Effective immediately, all members are to refrain from using slang and abbreviations to describe patients, such as the following.

Cardiac patients should not be referred to as suffering from MUH (messed up heart), PBS (pretty bad shape), PCL (pre-code looking) or HIBGIA (had it before, got it again).

Stroke patients are NOT Charlie Carrots. Nor are rescuers to use CCFCCP (Coo Coo for Cocoa Puffs) to describe their mental state.

Trauma patients are not CATS (cut all to sh*t), FDGB (fall down, go boom), TBC (total body crunch) or hamburger helper. Similarly, descriptions of a car crash do not have to include phrases like negative vehicle to vehicle interface or terminal deceleration syndrome.

HAZMAT teams are highly trained professionals, not glow worms.

Persons with altered mental states as a result of drug use are not considered pharmaceutically gifted.

Gunshot wounds to the head are not trans-occipital implants.

The homeless are not urban outdoorsmen, nor is endotracheal intubation referred to as a PVC Challenge.

And finally, do not refer to recently deceased persons as being paws up, ART (assuming room temperature), CC (Cancel Christmas), CTD (circling the drain), DRT (dead right there) or NLPR (no long playing records).

I know you will all join me in respecting the cultural diversity of our patients to include their medical orientations in creating proper narratives and log entries.

Yasser Arafat and a jewish holiday

Poza publicata in [ General / Unsorted ]

Yasser Arafat, not feeling well and concerned about his mortality, goes to consult a Psychic about the date of his death.

Closing her eyes and silently reaching into the realm of the future she finds the answer: You will die on a Jewish holiday.

Which one? Arafat asks nervously.

It doesnt matter, replies the psychic. Whenever you die, itll be a new Jewish holiday!

Top Ten… Sleeping at Desk

Poza publicata in [ General / Unsorted ]

10) They told me at the blood bank this might happen.

9) This is just a 15 minute power-nap like they raved about in that time management course you sent me to.

8) Whew! Guess I left the top off the Wite-Out. You probably go here just in time!

7) I wasnt sleeping! I was meditating on the mission statement and envisioning a new paradigm.

6) I was testing my keyboard for drool resistance.

5) I was doing a highly specific Yoga exercise to relive work-related stess. Do you discriminate toward people who practice Yoga?

4) Dang! Why did you interrupt me? I had almost figured out a solution to our biggest problem.

3) The coffee machine is broken…

2) Someone must have put decaf in the wrong pot…

1) …..in Jesus name, Amen.

Absent Notes

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Check out these actual written excuses from parents, excerpted from the Sept/Oct 1996 issue of Campus Life:

Please excuse Joyce from P.E. for a few days. She fell off a tree and misplaced her hip.

(I sure hope she finds it before the prom!)

Please excuse John from being absent on Jan. 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, and also 33.

(I hate those lo-o-o-ng winter months!)

Chris will not be in school today because he has an acre in his side.

(Wow! Talk about growing pains!)

My son is under the doctors care and should not take fizical ed. Please execute him.

(Ouch!)

Please excuse Johnnie for being. It was his fathers fault.

(Blame it on Dad!)

Please excuse Ray from school. He has very loose vowels.

(But I hear his consonants are doing just fine!)

George was absent yesterday because he had a stomach.

(I suppose he had some vowels too, but I guess theyre OK!)

Please excuse Sara for being absent. She was sick and I had her shot.

(Thanks a lot, Mom!)