March 2006
Another way to send money (not WU)
I’ve been looking at e-gold to enhance or replace paypal… (As they have locked my account for some reason (ok there’s less than $10 but it’s the priciple) It looks pretty cool. But I’m not sure yet…
“Honey,” said the husband to his wife, “I invited a friend home for supper.”
“What? Are you crazy? The house is a mess, I haven’t been shopping, all the dishes are dirty, and I don’t feel like cooking a fancy meal!”
“I know all that.”
“Then why did you invite a friend for supper?”
“Because the poor fool’s thinking about getting married.”
A blonde, wanting to earn some extra money, decided to hire herself but as a “handy-woman” and started canvassing a nearby well-to-do neighborhood. She went to the front door of the first house, and asked the owner if he had any odd jobs for her to do.
“Well, I guess I could use somebody to paint my porch,” he said. “How much will you charge me?”
The blonde quickly responded, “How about $50?” The man agreed and told her that the paint and everything she would need were in the garage.
The man’s wife, hearing the conversation, said to her husband, “Does she realize that our porch goes all the way around the house?” He responded, “That’s a bit cynical, isn’t it?”
The wife replied, “You’re right. I guess I’m starting to believe all those ‘dumb blonde’ jokes we’ve been getting by e-mail lately.”
A short time later, the blonde came to the door to collect her money.
“You’re finished already?” the husband asked.
“Yes,” the blonde replied, “and I had paint left over, so I gave it two coats.”
Impressed, the man reached into his pocket for the $50.00 and handed it to her.
“And by the way,” the blonde added, “it’s not a Porch, it’s a Lexus.”
PS My ex-wife is blonde… does that say something bout me?
How to tell where a driver is from!
One hand on wheel, one hand on horn:
CHICAGO
One hand on wheel, one finger out window:
NEW YORK
One hand on wheel, one finger out window, cutting across all lanes of traffic:
NEW JERSEY
One hand on wheel, one hand on newspaper, foot solidly on accelerator:
BOSTON
One hand on wheel, one hand on nonfat double decaf cappuccino, cradling cell phone, brick on accelerator, gun in lap:
LOS ANGELES
Both hands on wheel, eyes shut, both feet on brake, quivering in terror:
OHIO, but driving in CALIFORNIA
Waving at everyone that you pass, eating a moon pie, sipping an RC, smiling and chewing and talking to yourself.
TENNESSEE
One hand on 12 oz. Double shot latte, one knee on wheel, cradling cell phone, foot on brake, mind on radio game, banging head on steering wheel while stuck in traffic:
SEATTLE
One hand on wheel, one hand on hunting rifle, alternating between both feet being on the accelerator and both feet on brake, throwing McDonald’s bag out the window:
TEXAS
Four-wheel drive pick-up truck, shotgun mounted in rear window, beer cans on floor, squirrel tails attached to antenna:
ALABAMA
Two hands gripping wheel, blue hair barely visible above windshield, driving 35 on the Interstate in the left lane with the left blinker on:
FLORIDA
Knee up against steering wheel, one hand on Tim Horton’s coffee cup, cell phone in ear, accelerator to the floor, applying makeup/doing crossword puzzle/ reading morning Free Press, knocking down orange barrels, changing lanes without turn signals:
Nebraska
My wife and I are watching “Who Wants To Be A Millionaire” while we are in bed. I turned to her and asked, “Do you wantto have sex?”
“No.” She answered.
I then asked, “Is that your final answer?”
“Yes.” She replied.
Then I said, “I’d like to phone a friend.” That’s the last thing I remember