TGIF - 20 April 2012



Greetings from Mr. TGIF on this 20th day of April. But the best part is that it is Friday! I still love Fridays, even though it is no longer my last working day of the week. Each day is a working day for me now – it’s just that I don’t have a boss who tells me what I have to do each day! I have so many projects going and I just enjoy jumping from one to another. In fact, if I had a boss, I would imagine that that would drive him/her crazy. My other “boss” puts up with these idiosyncrasies.

It’s been another relatively quiet week up here in the northeast. Spring has sprung – about one month before it normally does. It must be global warming. I heard the results of a survey the other day on global warming. Whether you believe it or not depends on your party affiliation here in the USA. If you’re a Democrat, you believe it’s real. If you are a Republican, you don’t.
There was a big event in Washington, D.C. a few days ago as the space shuttle Discovery was flown piggy-back style on a 747 to DC from Florida to be put in a Smithsonian Museum near DC.
From the Washington Post:
An aerial art show pulled thousands of Washingtonians out of their offices, vehicles and homes Tuesday morning as NASA’s space shuttle Discovery blew into town atop a modified 747, the battered space veteran taking a final victory jaunt before landing at Dulles International Airport just after 11 a.m.

“It’s the last time that it’s up in the air. It’s historic” said District resident Fred Weiss, who was among thousands who marveled Tuesday as the shuttle Discovery, piggy-back on a 747, flew overhead en route to Dulles International Airport. The combo took a few swoops around D.C., at an easy-to-spot 1,500 feet, eliciting awe-struck cheers - the same reaction that greeted each of its thunderous 39 launches into space.
“That is just so wow,” said Martha Taft of the District, wiping away tears as Discovery zoomed over Memorial Bridge with a barely audible “whoosh.”
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You must be asking, is Martha related? Martha is Pam’s little sister and Fred is Martha’s husband. They’ve lived in D.C. for the last 5 or 6 years and were there to witness this historic event and be quoted in the Washington Post. Fred has promised an autographed copy of that day’s paper with a family discount, coming to $5. I might take him up on that – but for the fact that he’s a Yankee’s fan. Martha is one of us – a Bosox fan and although it gets tense in their household come September, they’re a great couple that won't let a little team rivalry come between them.

Let’s see what old stuff has been received of late:

How the Internet Was Started!

In ancient Israel, it came to pass that a trader by the name of Abraham Com did take unto himself a young wife by the name of Dot. And Dot Com was a comely woman, broad of shoulder and long of leg. Indeed, she was often called Amazon Dot Com. 

And she said unto Abraham, her husband, "Why dost thou travel so far from town to town with thy goods when thou canst trade without ever leaving thy tent? 

And Abraham did look at her as though she were several saddle bags short of a camel load, but simply said, "How, dear?" 
And Dot replied, "I will place drums in all the towns and drums in between to send messages saying what you have for sale, and they will reply telling you who hath the best price. And the sale can be made on the drums and delivery made by Uriah's Pony Stable (UPS)." 

Abraham thought long and decided he would let Dot have her way with the drums. And the drums rang out and were an immediate success. Abraham sold all the goods he had at the top price, without ever having to move from his tent. To prevent neighboring countries from overhearing what the drums were saying, Dot devised a system that only she and the drummers knew. It was known as Must Send Drum Over Sound (MSDOS), and she also developed a language to transmit ideas and pictures - Hebrew To The People (HTTP). 

And the young men did take to Dot Com's trading as doth the greedy horsefly take to camel dung. They were called Nomadic Ecclesiastical Rich Dominican Sybarites, or NERDS. 

And lo, the land was so feverish with joy at the new riches and the deafening sound of drums that no one noticed that the real riches were going to that enterprising drum dealer, Brother William of Gates, who bought off every drum maker in the land. And indeed did insist on drums to be made that would work only with Brother Gates' drum heads and drumsticks. 

And Dot did say, "Oh, Abraham, what we have started is being taken over by others." And Abraham looked out over the Bay of Ezekie , or eBay as it came to be known. He said, "We need a name that reflects what we are." 

And Dot replied, "Young Ambitious Hebrew Owner Operators." "YAHOO," said Abraham. And because it was Dot's idea, they named it YAHOO Dot Com. 

Abraham's cousin, Joshua, being the young Gregarious Energetic Educated Kid (GEEK) that he was, soon started using Dot's drums to locate things around the countryside. It soon became known as God's Own Official Guide to Locating Everything (GOOGLE). 

That is how it all began. And that's the truth!


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Cool pilot story!

Once upon a time, a Pilot asked a beautiful Princess:  "Will you marry me?" The Princess said: "No!"
And the pilot lived happily ever after and flew jets all over the world and drove hot cars  and chased skinny long-legged big-breasted flight attendants and hunted and fished and went to topless bars and dated women half his age and drank Weihenstephaner  German beer and Captain Morgan and never heard bitching and never paid child support or alimony and kept his house and guns and Ferrari, and ate cold leftover meals, potato chips and pizza and drank great wines, and never got cheated on while he was at work and all his friends and family thought he was frickin' cool as hell and he had tons of money in the bank and left  the toilet seat up . . .
The End.

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Grandpa or Never Lost Your Grandson!

My small grandson got lost at the mall, he approached a uniformed security guard and
said, "I've lost my grandpa!"



"The guard asked, "What's he like?"



The little tyke hesitated for a moment and then replied,"Jack Daniels and women with big tits." 

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A young couple, on the brink of divorce, visits a marriage counsellor. The counsellor asks the wife, "Whats the problem?" She responds, "My husband suffers from premature ejaculation." The counsellor turns to her husband and inquires, "Is that true?" The husband replies, "Well not exactly, she's the one that suffers, not me."
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An elderly man goes into a brothel and tells the madam he would like a young girl for the night. Surprised, she looks at the ancient man and asks how old he is. "I'm 90 years old," he says. "90!" replies the woman. "Don't you realize you've had it?" "Oh, sorry," says the old man, "how much do I owe you?"
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"I can't find a cause for your illness," the doctor said. "Frankly, I think it's due to drinking." "In that case," replied his patient, "I'll come back when you are sober."
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After 40 years as a gynaecologist, John decided he had enough money to retire and take up his real love, auto mechanics. He left his practice, enrolled in auto mechanics school, and studied hard. The day of the final exam came and John worried if he would be able to complete the test with the same proficiency as his younger classmates. Most of the students completed their exam in two hours. John, on the other hand, took the entire four hours allotted. The following day, John was delighted and surprised to see a score of 150% for his exam. John spoke to his professor after class. "I never dreamed I could do this well on the exam. How did I earn a score of 150%?" The professor replied, "I gave you 50% for perfectly disassembling the car engine. I awarded another 50% for perfectly reassembling the engine. I gave you an additional 50% for having done all of it through the muffler."
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Two young boys walked into a pharmacy one day, picked out a box of Tampax and proceeded to the checkout counter. The man at the counter asked the older boy, "Son, how old are you?" "Eight," the boy replied. The man continued, "Do you know how these are used?" The boy replied, "Not exactly, but they aren't for me. They are for my brother, he's four. We saw on TV that if you use these you would be able to swim and ride a bike. He can't do either one."
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The ambitious coach of a girls track team gives the squad steroids. The teams performance soars. They win the county and state championship until one day they are favoured to win nationals easily. Penelope, a 16-year-old hurdler visits her coach and says, "Coach, I have a problem. Hair is starting to grow on my chest." "What?" the coach says in a panic, "How far down does it go?" She replies, "Down to my testicles. That's something else I want to talk to you about."
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The artist tried to concentrate on his work, but the attraction he felt for his model finally became irresistible. He threw down his palette, took her in his arms, and kissed her. She pushed him away. "Maybe your other models let you kiss them," she said, "but I'm not that kind!" "Actually, I've never tried to kiss a model before," he protested. "Really?" she said, softening. "Well, how many models have there been?" "Four so far," he replied, thinking back. "A jug, two apples and a vase."
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Bill and Marla decided the only way to pull off a Sunday afternoon quickie with their ten-year-old son in the apartment was to send him out on the balcony and order him to report on all the neighbourhood activities. The boy began his commentary as his parents put their plan into operation. "There's a car being towed from the parking lot," he said. "An ambulance just drove by." A few moments passed. "Looks like the Andersons have company," he called out. "Matt's riding a new bike and the Coopers are making love." Mom and Dad bolted upright in bed. "How do you know that?" the startled father asked. "Their kid is standing out on the balcony, too," his son replied.
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A man returned home from the night shift and went straight up to the bedroom. He found his wife with the sheet pulled over her head, fast asleep. Not to be denied, the horny husband crawled under the sheet and proceeded to make love to her. Afterward, he hurried downstairs for something to eat and was startled to find breakfast on the table and his wife pouring coffee. "How'd you get down here so fast?" he asked. "We were just making love!" "Oh my God," his wife gasped, "That's my mother up there! She came over and complained of having a headache. I told her to lie down for awhile." Rushing upstairs, the wife ran to the bedroom. "Mother, I can't believe this happened. Why didn't you say something?" The mother-in-law huffed, "I haven't spoken to that jerk for 15 years and I wasn't about to start now!"
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A man and woman are at a bar having a few beers. They start talking and soon realize they're both doctors. After an hour, the man says, "Hey, how about if we sleep together tonight? No strings attached." The woman doctor agrees to it. They go back to her place and he goes in the bedroom. She goes into the bathroom and starts scrubbing up like she's about to go into the operating room. She scrubs for a good 10 minutes. At last, she goes into the bedroom and they have sex. Afterward, the man says, "You're a surgeon, aren't you?" "Yes," says the woman, "how did you know?" "I could tell by the way you scrubbed up before we started," he says. "That makes sense," says the woman. "You're an anaesthesiologist, aren't you?" "Yeah, how did you know?" asks the man. The woman replies, "Because I didn't feel a thing."
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A man was just waking up from anaesthesia after surgery, and his wife was sitting by his side. His eyes fluttered open and he said, "You're beautiful." Then he fell asleep again. His wife had never heard him say that, so she stayed by his side. A few minutes later, his eyes fluttered open and he said, "You're cute!" The wife was disappointed because instead of "beautiful," it was now "cute." She said, "What happened to 'beautiful'?" The man replied, "The drugs are wearing off!"

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Time for this week’s TGIF Golden Classic!

Fire Truck

If you don't laugh at this one, you're not breathing..

A firefighter was working on the engine outside the Tylden fire station, when he noticed a little girl nearby in a little red wagon with little ladders hung off the sides and a garden hose tightly coiled in the middle. 

The girl was wearing a firefighters helmet.

The wagon was being pulled by her dog and her cat.

The firefighter walked over to take a closer look.
'That sure is a nice fire truck,' the firefighter said with admiration.

'Thanks,' the girl replied. The firefighter looked a little closer. The girl had tied the wagon to her dog's collar and to the cat's testicles.

'Little partner,' the firefighter said, 'I don't want to tell you how to run your rig, but if you were to tie that rope around the cat's collar, I think you could go faster.'

The little girl replied thoughtfully, 'You're probably right, but then I wouldn't have a siren.'
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That makes sense to me. Not sure it would for the SPCA.
Time to wish you all a happy spring and great weekend. Hope you can get outdoors and enjoy it. The early spring here has allowed me to get out on the bike and out walking the golf course, a lot earlier than last year. The temperatures have been rising, although the nighttime ones do drop and they say there is a possibility of a little wet snow on Sunday night. What? Let’s see.
Happy TGIF!

TGI-Jeff

TGIF - 13 April 2012


Greetings from your Friday guy, reporting from his usual spot at this time of the week, down in the TGIF dungeon. But I’ve got some good music on (including the “Dead”) and other bands from the 60s and 70s, and so I am ready to boogie on down. It’s been a quiet week in Lake Wobegon - - - errrrr, I mean Springfield; except for the fact that the creator of The Simpsons finally revealed this week which Springfield in the USA was the basis of the show and home to Homer and Marge and family. In fact, it was NOT this Springfield in Vermont – which by the way, won the contest to host the grand opening of The Simpsons Movie back in 2007. As most people had expected, it was the
one in Oregon and my good friend out there hasn’t let me forget this and wrote me this week wanting his money back. Not sure what that means – but you’re not getting back the fun we all had here back in 2007 for the grand opening. Many locals said it was the biggest event that Springfield Vermont had hosted since 1927, when Charles Lindbergh
flew in to our local airport for a day, just a few months after he had crossed the Atlantic. At that time, about 30,000 people went out to the airport to see him. A few weeks ago we attended a lecture here given by his daughter that was all about the writings and the memoir of her mother, Anne Morrow Lindbergh. So, maybe it hasn’t been quite so quiet here of late. The weather is improving and despite my reluctance, I did put the snow blower away in the barn for the summer. So, now I am not prepared for the snow storm that usually hits these parts in mid-April. I am optimistic that maybe this year that won’t
happen. In fact, I might go for my first bike ride this weekend, after getting my bike out of the basement, where it’s been stored for the winter, and is now a few feet away from me as I compose this week’s edition.

Let’s see if I can find any good material to share.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

I think the future of the weekly TGIF message is in deep trouble. That is, if you, the readers, wish to see new material and never-used jokes. I just went through the contributions from the regular contributors, which means the 1% of you who frequently send me stuff (meaning the other 99% of you are “free-loaders”) of the last few
weeks and noticed that even they are sending me in a whole bunch of old material that is fit for the TGIF Golden Classic section only. So, working on the basis of “garbage in – garbage out”, here is today’s edition with a few new ones and a whole bunch of golden classics.

Top Seven Worst Website Names

1.   Whorepresents.com.     (Who Represents)

2.   Expertsexchange.com     (Experts Exchange)

3.   Penisland.net.     (Pen Island)

4.   Therapistfinder.com.     (Therapist Finder)

5.   Molestationnursery.com.     (Mole Station Nursery)

6.   Speedofart.com.     (Speed of Art)

7.   Cummingfirst.com.     (a site for Cumming’s First Methodist Church)

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50th High School Reunion

He was a widower and she a widow. They had known each other for a
number of years being high school classmates and having attended class
reunions in the last 20 years without fail.

They had a wonderful evening, their spirits high. The widower threw
admiring glances across the table. The widow smiled
coyly back at him.

Finally, he picked up courage to ask her, "Will you marry me?"

After about six seconds of careful consideration, she answered, "Yes,
yes I will!"

The evening ended on a happy note for the widower. But the next
morning he was troubled.

Did she say Yes or did she say No He couldn't remember. Try as he
would, he just could not recall. He went over the conversation of the
previous evening, but his mind was blank.

He remembered asking the question but for the life of him could not
recall her response. With fear and trepidation he picked up the phone
and called her.

First, he explained that he couldn't remember as well as he used to.
Then he reviewed the past evening. As he gained a little more courage
he then inquired of her. "When I asked if you would marry me, did you
say Yes or did you say No

"Why you silly man I said, ˜Yes. yes I will. And I meant it with all my heart."

The widower was delighted. He felt his heart skip a beat.

Then she continued. "And I am so glad you called because I couldn't
remember who asked me!

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EVER WONDER ...

Why do supermarkets make the sick walk all the way to the back of the
store to get their prescriptions while healthy people can buy
cigarettes up at the front?

Why do people order double cheeseburgers, large fries, and a diet coke?

Why do banks leave vault doors open and then chain the pens to the counters?

Why do we leave cars worth thousands of dollars in our driveways and
put our useless junk in the garage?

Why the sun lightens our hair, but darkens our skin?

Why can't women put on mascara with their mouth closed?

Why don't you ever see the headline 'Psychic Wins Lottery'?

Why is 'abbreviated' such a long word?

Why is it that doctors call what they do 'practice'?

Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavouring, and dishwashing
liquid made with real lemons?

Why is the man who invests all your money called a broker?

Why is the time of day with the slowest traffic called rush hour?

Why isn't there mouse-flavoured cat food?

Why didn't Noah swat those two mosquitoes?

Why do they sterilize the needle for lethal injections?

You know that indestructible black box that is used on airplanes? Why
don't they make the whole plane out of that stuff?!

Why don't sheep shrink when it rains?

Why are they called apartments when they are all stuck together?

If flying is so safe, why do they call the airport the terminal?

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Sensitivity

(TGIF editor’s note: not sure why this piece has this as the subject.
But maybe you can figure that out from the content. I didn’t compose
it!)

- I was devastated to find out my wife was having an affair but, by
turning to religion, I was soon able to come to terms with the whole
thing. I converted to Islam and we’re stoning her in the morning!

- The wife suggested I get myself one of those penis enlargers, so I
did .... she’s 21 and her name’s Mary.

- Went to the pub with my girlfriend last night. Locals were shouting
“pedophile” and other names at me, just because my girlfriend is 23
and I’m over 60. It completely spoiled our 10th anniversary.

- My son was thrown out of school today for letting a girl in his
class give him a hand-job. I said, “Son, that’s 3 schools this year!
You’d better stop before you’re banned from teaching altogether.”

- Just been to the gym. They’ve got a new machine in. Could only use
it for half an hour, as I started to feel sick. It’s great though. It
provides me with everything I need - KitKats, Mars Bars, Snickers,
Potato Crisps, the lot..

- Question - Are there too many immigrants in Britain ? 17% said yes;
11% said No; 72% said, “I not understanding question please.”

- The cost of living has now gotten so bad that my wife is having sex
with me because she can’t afford batteries.

- A man calls 911 and says, “I think my wife is dead.” The operator
says, “How do you know?” He says, “The sex is about the same, but the
ironing is piling up!”

- I was explaining to my wife last night that when you die you get
reincarnated but must come back as a different creature. She said she
would like to come back as a cow. I said, “You obviously haven’t been
listening.”

- My wife has been missing a week now. The police said to prepare for
the worst. So, I had to go down to Goodwill to get all of her clothes
back.

- I’ve heard that Apple has scrapped their plans for the new
children’s-oriented iPod, after realizing that “iTouch Kids” is not a
good product name.

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A married couple was in a terrible accident where the man's face was
severely burned.

The doctor told the husband that they couldn't graft any skin from his
body because he was too skinny.

So the wife offered to donate some of her own skin. However, the only
skin on her body that the doctor felt was suitable would have to come
from her buttocks.

The husband and wife agreed that they would tell no one about where
the skin came from and they requested that the doctor also honour
their secret. After all, this was a very delicate matter.

After the surgery was completed, everyone was astounded at the man's
new face. He looked more handsome than he ever had before. All his
friends and relatives just went on and on about his youthful beauty.

One day, he was alone with his wife and he was overcome with emotion
at her sacrifice. He said, 'Dear, I just want to thank you for
everything you did for me. How can I possibly repay you?'

'My darling,' she replied, 'I get all the thanks I need every time I
see your mother kiss you on the cheek.'

(Editor’s Note: Now that was pretty cheeky of her!)

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The Hired Hand

A successful rancher died and left everything to his devoted wife. She
was a very good-looking woman and determined to keep the ranch, but
knew very little about ranching, so she decided to place an ad in the
newspaper for a ranch hand..

Two cowboys applied for the job. One was gay and the other a drunk.

She thought long and hard about it, and when no one else applied she
decided to hire the gay guy, figuring it would be safer to have him
around the house than the drunk.

He proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours every day and knew
a lot about ranching.

For weeks, the two of them worked, and the ranch was doing very well.

Then one day, the rancher's widow said to the hired hand, "You have
done a really good job, and the ranch looks great. You should go into
town and kick up your heels." The hired hand readily agreed and went
into town one Saturday night.

One o'clock came, however, and he didn't return.

Two o'clock and no hired hand.

Finally he returned a round two-thirty, and upon entering the room, he
found the rancher's widow sitting by the fireplace with a glass of
wine, waiting for him.

She quietly called him over to her..

"Unbutton my blouse and take it off," she said.

Trembling, he did as she directed. "Now take off my boots."

He did as she asked, ever so slowly. "Now take off my socks."
He removed each gently and placed them neatly by her boots.

"Now take off my skirt."

He slowly unbuttoned it, constantly watching her eyes in the fire light.

"Now take off my bra..." Again, with trembling hands, he did as he was
told and dropped it to the floor.

Then she looked at him and said, "If you ever wear my clothes into
town again, you're fired."

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Apartment On Rent

A businessman met a beautiful girl and agreed to spend the afternoon
with her for $5000.
They did their thing, and, before he left, he told her that he did not
have any cash with him, but he would have his secretary write a cheque
and mail it to her, calling the payment "RENT FOR APARTMENT."

On the way to the office, he regretted what he had done, realising
that the whole event had not been worth the price.

So he had his secretary send a cheque for $2500 and enclose the
following typed note:

"Dear Madam:
Enclosed find a cheque for $2500 for rent of your apartment.

I am not sending the amount agreed upon, because when I rented the
place, I was under the impression that:

1 - it had never been occupied;
2 - there was plenty of heat; and
3 - it was small enough to make me feel cozy and at home.

However, I found out that it had been previously occupied, that there
wasn't any heat, and that it was entirely too large."

Upon receipt of the note, the girl immediately returned the cheque for
$2500 with the following note:

"Dear Sir:
First, I cannot understand how you could expect a beautiful apartment
to remain unoccupied indefinitely.

As for the heat, there is plenty of it, if you know how to turn it on.

Regarding the space, the apartment is indeed of regular size, but if
you don't have enough furniture to fill it, please do not blame the
management.

Please send the rent in full or we will be forced to contact your
present landlady

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The Husband Store

A store that sells new husbands has opened in New York City, where a
woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the
entrance is a description of how the store operates:

You may visit this store ONLY ONCE! There are six floors and the value
of the products increase as the shopper ascends the flights. The
shopper may choose any item from a particular floor, or may choose to
go up to the next floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit
the building!
So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband. On the first
floor the sign on the door reads:

Floor 1 - These men Have Jobs

She is intrigued, but continues to the second floor, where the sign reads:

Floor 2 - These men Have Jobs and Love Kids.

'That's nice,' she thinks, 'but I want more.'

So she continues upward. The third floor sign reads:

Floor 3 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, and are Extremely Good Looking.

'Wow,' she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.

She goes to the fourth floor and the sign reads:

Floor 4 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Good Looking
and Help With Housework.

'Oh, mercy me!' she exclaims, 'I can hardly stand it!'

Still, she goes to the fifth floor and the sign reads:

Floor 5 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Gorgeous, Help
with Housework, and Have a Strong Romantic Streak.

She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor, where the
sign reads:

Floor 6 - You are visitor 31,456,012 to this floor. There are no men
on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are greedy
and impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store.

(scroll and keep reading!)

PLEASE NOTE:

To avoid gender bias charges, the store's owner opened a New Wives
store just across the street.

The first floor has wives that love sex.

The second floor has wives that love sex and have money and like beer.

The third, fourth, fifth and sixth floors have never been visited.

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If you enjoyed this week’s edition, you are likely either fairly new
to the TGIF crowd or are also enjoying the early onset stage of
dementia.

People: you need to provide me some new material, in addition to the
old stuff that’s been around for ages. Please note that I do not need
to receive the Church Bulletin one, and many others that are “older
than the hills”!

My daughter tells me not to yell at you too much or I won’t get
anything, so I’ll shut my trap now.
Hope you all have prepared your taxes for submission (US citizens) in
a few days and please, all of you be careful today as it is Friday the
13th!

Hope you survive the day and then have a great weekend! See ya next
week if I get some new material and/or a foot of snow doesn’t fall on
us here.

TGI-Jeff

TGIF - 06 April 2012


Greetings from the “Friday Guy” and I hope that despite which Friday
this is today, that you all think of me as the Good Friday Guy! And
even if you don’t, at least I hope you won’t nail me to any cross. Due
to the likely holiday today for many of you, I was thinking of not
editing an edition today, but it is not only Easter weekend, it is
also income tax preparation season for many of us. So, I’ll share a
few on the poor state of our economy, largely due to the economic
crisis and the poor quality of our politicians. And remember, the only
two certain things in life are: death and taxes.
It is also spring - - - meaning rebirth and making new beginnings, for
nature and for us as well.

Male Sensitivity

The room was full of pregnant women with their husbands.
The instructor said, "Ladies, remember that exercise is good for you.
Walking is especially beneficial. It strengthens the pelvic muscles
and will make delivery that much easier. Just pace yourself, make
plenty of stops and try to stay on a soft surface like grass or a
path."

"Gentlemen, remember -- you're in this together. It wouldn't hurt you
to go walking with her. In fact, that shared experience would be good
for you both."

The room suddenly became very quiet as the men absorbed this information.

After a few moments a man, name unknown, at the back of the room,
slowly raised his hand.

"Yes?" said the Instructor.

"I was just wondering if it would be all right if she carries a golf
bag while we walk."

Brings a tear to your eye doesn't it?

This kind of sensitivity just can't be taught.

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A Billion – How Much Really is One Billion?

This is too true to be funny.
The next time you hear a politician use the word 'billion' in a casual
manner, think about whether you want the 'politicians' spending YOUR
tax money.

A billion is a difficult number to comprehend, but one advertising
agency did a good job of putting that figure into some perspective in
one of its releases.

A. A billion seconds ago it was 1959.

B. A billion minutes ago Jesus was alive.

C. A billion hours ago our ancestors were living in the Stone Age.

D. A billion days ago no-one walked on the earth on two feet.

E. A billion dollars ago was only 13 hours and 12 minutes, at the rate
our government is spending it.

Look at all the taxes we have now:

Income Tax
Corporate Income Tax
Tobacco Tax
Unemployment Tax
Fishing Licence Tax
Petrol/Diesel Tax
Inheritance Tax (tax on top of tax)
Alcohol Tax
Marriage Licence Tax
Property Tax
Service charge taxes
Social Security Tax
Vehicle Licence Registration Tax
Vehicle Sales Tax
Workers Compensation Tax

STILL THINK THIS IS FUNNY?

Not one of these taxes existed 100 years ago and our nation was one of
the most prosperous in the world.

We had absolutely no national debt.
We had the largest middle class in the world. Mum stayed home to raise
the kids, Dad was allowed to discipline kids and a criminal’s life was
uncomfortable.

What the hell happened?

'Political Correctness', ‘Politicians or both?'

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And speaking of politicians and the hard times we’ve fallen upon, it
seems it is an international thing.

One day about a month ago, a Kenyan Minister was looking for a call
girl. He found three such girls in a local pub, a Kikuyu, a Kamba and
a Luo (three large tribes in Kenya).

To the Luo he said, "I am a Minister in the Kenya Government. Now how
much would it cost me to spend some time with you?"

She replied, KShs. 20,000."
To the Kamba he asked the same question. Her reply was Kshs. 10,000.

He then asked the Kikuyu.
Her reply was, "Mr. Minister, if you can get my skirt up as high as my
taxes, my panties as low as my wages, get that thing of yours as hard
as the times, and keep it rising like the fuel prices, keep me warmer
than it is in my apartment and screw me the way you do the public,
then believe me, Mr. Minister, it isn't going to cost you a damn
cent."
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How DID This Whole World Economic Crisis Begin?

Let me try to explain.

A Primer: Understanding Derivatives
Heidi is the proprietor of a bar in Detroit.

She realizes that, virtually, all of her customers are unemployed
alcoholics and, as such, can no longer afford to patronize her bar.

To solve this problem, she comes up with a new marketing plan that
allows her customers to drink now, but pay later.

Heidi keeps track of the drinks consumed on a ledger (thereby,
granting the customers' loans).

Word gets around about Heidi's "drink now, pay later" marketing
strategy and, as a result, increasing numbers of customers flood into
Heidi's bar. Soon she has the largest sales volume for any bar in
Detroit.

By providing her customers freedom from immediate payment demands,
Heidi gets no resistance when, at regular intervals, she substantially
increases her prices for wine and beer, the most consumed beverages.

Consequently, Heidi's gross sales volume increases massively.

A young and dynamic vice-president at Heidi's local bank recognizes
that these customer debts constitute valuable future assets and
increases Heidi's borrowing limit.

He sees no reason for any undue concern, since he has the debts of the
unemployed alcoholics as collateral!!!

At the bank's corporate headquarters, expert traders figure a way to
make huge commissions, and transform these customer loans into DRINK
BONDS.

These "Securities" then are bundled and traded on international
securities markets.

Naive investors don't really understand that the securities being sold
to them as "AAA Secured Bonds" are really debts of unemployed
alcoholics.  Nevertheless, the bond prices continuously climb!!!, and
the securities soon become the hottest-selling items for some of the
nation's leading brokerage houses.

One day, even though the bond prices still are climbing, a risk
manager at the original local bank decides that the time has come to
demand payment on the debts incurred by Heidi's bar.  He so informs
Heidi.

Heidi then demands payment from her alcoholic patrons, but being
unemployed alcoholics they cannot pay back their drinking debts.

Since Heidi cannot fulfill her loan obligations to the bank she is
forced into bankruptcy. The bar closes and Heidi's 11 employees lose
their jobs.

Overnight, DRINK BOND prices drop by 90%.

The collapsed bond asset value destroys the bank's liquidity and
prevents it from issuing new loans, thus freezing credit and economic
activity in the community.

The suppliers of Heidi's bar had granted her generous payment
extensions and had invested their firms' pension funds in the BOND
securities. They find they are now faced with having to write off her
bad debt and with losing over 90% of the presumed value of the bonds.

Her wine supplier also claims bankruptcy, closing the doors on a
family business that had endured for three generations, her beer
supplier is taken over by a competitor, who immediately closes the
local plant and lays off 150 workers.  In addition, the laid-off
workers' pension funds and IRA'S, all suffer substantial loss in
value.

Fortunately though, the bank, the brokerage houses and their
respective executives are saved and bailed out by a multibillion
dollar no-strings attached cash infusion from the government.

The funds required for this bailout are obtained by new taxes levied
on employed, middle-class, nondrinkers, who have never been in or
heard of Heidi's bar.

Now do you understand how it all started?

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One Way to Pay Your Taxes to the U.S. Internal Revenue Service
This guy seems to have figured out the system to his benefit.

Dear Internal Revenue Service:
Enclosed you will find my 2011 tax return, showing that I owe
$3,407.00 in taxes.
Please note the attached article from the USA Today newspaper, dated
12 November, wherein you will see the Pentagon (Department of Defense)
is paying $171.50 per hammer and NASA has paid $600.00 per toilet
seat.
I am enclosing four (4) toilet seats (valued @ $2,400) and six (6)
hammers valued @ $1,029), which I secured at Home Depot, bringing my
total remittance to $3,429.00.
Please apply the overpayment of $22.00 to the "Presidential Election
Fund," as noted on my return. You can do this inexpensively by sending
them one (1) 1.5 " Phillips Head screw (see aforementioned article
from USA Today newspaper detailing how H.U.D. pays $22.00 each for
1.5" Phillips Head Screws).  One screw is enclosed for your
convenience.
It has been a pleasure to pay my tax bill this year, and I look
forward to paying it again next year.
Sincerely,
A Satisfied Taxpayer
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One day God was looking down at Earth and of the wicked behaviour going on.....
He sent one of his angels to earth to look into it.
When the angel returned, he told God, "Yes, it is bad on earth; 95%
are misbehaving and only 5% are not."
God was not pleased so he decided to e-mail the 5% that were good,
because he wanted to encourage them and give them a little something
to help keep them going..
Do you know what the e-mail said?


NO?
Okay, I was just wondering because I didn't get one either.
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Jesus came across an adulterous woman crouching in a corner with a
crowd around her preparing to stone her to death. Jesus stopped them
and said, "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone."

Suddenly a woman at the back of the crowd fired off a stone at the
adulteress. At which point Jesus looked over and said, "Mother!
Sometimes you really tick me off!"


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The Easter edition of the TGIF Golden Classic
A Bad Hare Day
A man is driving along a highway and sees a rabbit jump out across the
middle of the road.
He swerves to avoid hitting it, but unfortunately the rabbit jumps
right in front of the car.

The driver, a sensitive man as well as an animal lover, pulls over and
gets out to see what has become of the rabbit. Much to his dismay, the
rabbit is the Easter Bunny, and he is DEAD.

The driver feels so awful that he begins to cry.
A beautiful blonde woman driving down the highway sees a man crying on
the side of the road and pulls over. She steps out of the car and asks the man what's wrong.

"I feel terrible," he explains.
"I accidentally hit the Easter Bunny with my car and KILLED HIM."

The blonde says, "Don't worry."

She runs to her car and pulls out a spray can. She walks over to the
limp, dead Easter Bunny ,
bends down, and sprays the contents onto him.

The Easter Bunny jumps up, waves its paw at the two of them and hops
off down the road.
Ten feet away he stops, turns around and waves again.
He hops down the road another 10 feet, turns and waves, hops another
ten feet, turns and waves,
and repeats this again and again and again and again, until he hops
out of sight.

The man is astonished. He runs over to the woman and demands, "What is
in that can? What did you spray on the Easter Bunny?"

The woman turns the can around so that the man can read the label.

It says...

(Are you ready for this?)

(Are you sure?)
(You know you're gonna be sorry.)

(Last chance.)

(OK, here it is.)

It says,

"Hair Spray: Restores life to dead hair, and adds permanent wave."

       Happy  Easter!!!

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Enjoy the full moon tonight, as well as Venus in the western sky.

Enjoy your Easter weekend! Happy Easter to all!

TGI-Jeff