TGIF - 27 March 2020

Greetings to my faithful readers at this difficult time that we are going through. Some humour is necessary to get us through all of this. I suspect you would agree with me. So, since we are all at home and self-isolating, there is really no big thing about it being Friday. It’s like we are all retired now. We are retired to our own residences. Our Vermont governor declared yesterday that as of today, we should all stay at home. Except for shopping for essential items and so forth.

It’s been good to be in touch with loved ones over these last days and my church is doing a lot of things online or via zoom. Dianne and I have been cooking for each other and trading houses over the last days and this will likely continue. I grow tired of listening to the radio and am starting to listen to more classical music and other music to help me get through these days.

We got 6 inches of new snow earlier this week, but with the warm temperatures of spring, a lot of it has melted already and I’m fed up with winter and ready for spring to break out. Besides, I can’t ski anymore anyway. But today, Dianne and I went snowshoeing near her house and it was great!

I’ve had one friend get the coronavirus so far, but he seems to be okay. There have not been a lot of cases in Vermont, but that may change soon, as it ramps up all over the US.

So, it’s time to have some humor! N’est-ce pas?

An Easy Guide to Newspapers (from the Internet, our unparalleled & unimpeachable source of information!)
The Wall Street Journal is read by the people who run the country.
The Washington Post is read by people who think they run the country.

The New York Times is read by people who think they should run the country, and who are very good at crossword puzzles.

USA Today is read by people who think they ought to run the country but don’t really understand The New York Times. They do, however, like their statistics shown in pie charts.

The Los Angeles Times is read by people who wouldn’t mind running the country, if they could find the time, and if they didn’t have to leave Southern California to do it.

The Boston Globe is read by people whose parents used to run the country and did a poor job of it, thank you very much.

The New York Daily News is read by people who aren’t too sure who’s running the country and don’t really care as long as they can get a seat on the train.

The New York Post is read by people who don’t care who is running the country as long as they do something really scandalous, preferably while intoxicated.The Miami Herald is read by people who are running another country, but need the baseball scores.

The San Francisco Chronicle is read by people who aren’t sure if there is a country or that anyone is running it; but if so, they oppose all that they stand for. There are occasional exceptions if the leaders are handicapped, minority, feminist, atheist dwarfs who also happen to be illegal aliens from any other country or galaxy, provided of course, that they are not Republicans.

The National Enquirer is read by people trapped in line at the grocery store.
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Simple Truths

"There are three things that cannot be easily hidden, the sun, the moon, the truth."

Two Truths and 5 Rules of Life

SIMPLE TRUTH 1:

When a lady is pregnant, all her friends touch the stomach and say, "Congrats."
But, none of them comes up to the man - touch his penis and say, "Good job"
Moral of the observation -- Hard work is rarely appreciated.

SIMPLE TRUTH 2:

Lovers help each other undress before sex.
However, after sex, they always dress on their own.
Moral of the observation -- In life, no one helps you once you're screwed.

FIVE RULES TO REMEMBER IN LIFE:

1. Money cannot buy happiness - but it's far more comfortable to cry in a Porsche than on a bicycle.
2. Forgive your enemy - but remember the asshole's name.
3. If you help someone when they're in trouble - they will remember you when they're in trouble again.
4. Alcohol does not solve any problems - but then, neither does milk.
5. Many people are alive only because it's illegal to shoot them.

BONUS RULE:

Condoms do not guarantee safe sex!
A friend of mine was wearing one when he was shot by the woman's husband.
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A man was walking down the street when he was accosted by a particularly dirty and shabby-looking homeless man who asked him for a couple of dollars for dinner.

The man took out his wallet, extracted ten dollars and asked, "If I give you this money, will you buy some beer with it instead of dinner?"
"No, I had to stop drinking years ago,” the homeless man replied.

"Will you spend this on green fees at a golf course instead of food?” the man asked.

"Are you NUTS!" replied the homeless man. I haven't played golf in 20 years!"

"Well," said the man, "I'm not going to give you money. Instead, I'm going to take you home for a hot shower and a terrific dinner cooked by my wife."

The homeless man was astounded. "Won't your wife be furious with you - for doing that?"
  
The man replied, "That's okay. It's important for her to see what a man looks like after he has given up drinking and golf.”
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Inner Peace at this Difficult Time 
Heard a Dr. on TV saying in this time of Coronavirus staying at home we should focus on inner peace. To achieve this we should always finish things we start and we all could use more calm in our lives. I looked through my house to  find things i'd started and hadn't finished, so I finished off a bottle of Merlot, a bottle of Chardonnay, a bodle of Baileys, a butle of wum, tha mainder of Valiumun srciptuns, an a box a chocletz. Yu haf no idr how feckin fablus I feel rite now. Sned this to all who need inner piss. An telum u luvum. And two hash yer wands, stafe day avrybobby!!!   ๐Ÿฅƒ
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The President’s Trip to Israel
Donald Trump goes on a fact-finding visit to Israel.

While he is on a tour of Jerusalem he suffers a heart attack and dies.

The undertaker tells the American diplomats accompanying him,

"You can have him shipped home for $50,000, or you can bury him here, in the Holy Land, for just $100."

The American diplomats go into a corner to discuss for a few minutes.

They return with their answer to the undertaker and tell him they want Donald Trump shipped home.

The undertaker is puzzled and asks, "Why would you spend $50,000 to ship him home, when it would be wonderful to be buried here and you would spend only $100?"

The American diplomats reply, "Long ago a man died here, was buried here, and three days later he rose from the dead. We just can't take the chance."
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VUS TITZUCH
President Trump calls the Head of the CIA and asks, "How come the Jews know everything before we do?"
The CIA chief replies, "The Jews have this expression:
'Vus titzuch?' "
The President asks, "What does that mean?"
"Well, Mr. President," replies the CIA chief, "it's a Yiddish expression that roughly translates to 'what's happening'.
They just ask each other and that's how they find out about everything."
The President decides to go undercover to determine if this is true. He dresses up as an Orthodox Jew. Wearing the traditional black hat, beard, long black coat the whole schtick.
The President is secretly flown in an unmarked plane to New York, picked up in an unmarked car, and dropped off in Crown Heights, Brooklyn 's most Jewish neighborhood.
Soon a little old man comes shuffling along.
The President stops him and whispers, "Vus titzuch?"
The old guy whispers back, "That shmuck Trump is in Brooklyn today”.

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I’m a strong believer that there is a spiritual purpose behind everything that happens, whether that is what we perceive as being good or being bad.

As I meditate upon this, I want to share with you what I feel the Corona/ Covid-19 virus is really doing to us:

- It is reminding us that we are all equal, regardless of our culture, religion, occupation, financial situation or how famous we are. This disease treats us all equally, perhaps we should to. If you don’t believe me,
just ask Tom Hanks.

- It is reminding us that we are all connected and something that affects one person has an effect on another. It is reminding us that the false borders that we have put up have little value as this virus does not need a passport. It is reminding us, by oppressing us for a short time, of those in this world whose whole life is spent in oppression.

- It is reminding us of how precious our health is and how we have moved to neglect it through eating nutrient poor manufactured food and drinking water that is contaminated with chemicals upon chemicals. If we don’t look after our health, we will, of course, get sick.

- It is reminding us of the shortness of life and of what is most important for us to do, which is to help each other, especially those who are old or sick. Our purpose is not to buy toilet roll.

- It is reminding us of how materialistic our society has become and how, when in times of difficulty, we remember that it’s the essentials that we need (food, water, medicine) as opposed to the luxuries that we sometimes unnecessarily give value to.

- It is reminding us of how important our family and home life is and how much we have neglected this. It is forcing us back into our houses so we can rebuild them into our home and to strengthen our family unit.

- It is reminding us that our true work is not our job, that is what we do, not what we were created to do. Our true work is to look after each other, to protect each other and to be of benefit to one another.

- It is reminding us to keep our egos in check. It is reminding us that no matter how great we think we are or how great others think we are, a virus can bring our world to a standstill.

- It is reminding us that the power of freewill is in our hands. We can choose to cooperate and help each other, to share, to give, to help and to support each other or we can choose to be selfish, to hoard, to look after only our self. Indeed, it is difficulties that bring out our true colors.

- It is reminding us that we can be patient, or we can panic. We can either understand that this type of situation has happened many times before in history and will pass, or we can panic and see it as the end of the world and, consequently, cause ourselves more harm than good.

- It is reminding us that this can either be an end or a new beginning. This can be a time of reflection and understanding, where we learn from our mistakes, or it can be the start of a cycle which will continue until we finally learn the lesson we are meant to.

- It is reminding us that this Earth is sick. It is reminding us that we need to look at the rate of deforestation just as urgently as we look at the speed at which toilet rolls are disappearing off of shelves. We are sick because our home is sick.

- It is reminding us that after every difficulty, there is always ease. Life is cyclical, and this is just a phase in this great cycle. We do not need to panic; this too shall pass.

Whereas many see the Corona/ Covid-19 virus as a great disaster, I prefer to see it as a great corrector.

It is sent to remind us of the important lessons that we seem to have forgotten and it is up to us if we will learn them or not.
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So, stay safe and healthy!
See ya!
TGI-Jeff

TGIF - 20 March 2020


Greetings from your Friday guy at the end of an incredible week. The coronavirus is picking up momentum as it has spread across Asia, and then Italy and now over Europe and North America and has started to make inroads into Africa and South America. We are indeed living in interesting and challenging times!

I have been self-isolating this last week or so and have been joined on some days by Dianne. We have been doing more reading and working on jigsaw puzzles and cooking and dining. At least, it’s nice to be able to have someone you like to share this special time together.

As we learn to slow down the pace of our hectic lives, it makes us reflect on many things.

I was not going to try to do a TGIF message this week. But one friend mentioned that it is probably needed and appreciated more than ever, during these trying times. So, here we go!

An Imagined Letter from Covid-19 to Humans
Stop. Just stop.
It is no longer a request. It is a mandate.
We will help you.
We will bring the supersonic, high speed merry-go-round to a halt
We will stop
the planes
the trains
the schools
the malls
the meetings
the frenetic, furied rush of illusions and “obligations” that keep you from hearing our
single and shared beating heart,
the way we breathe together, in unison.
Our obligation is to each other,
As it has always been, even if, even though, you have forgotten.
We will interrupt this broadcast, the endless cacophonous broadcast of divisions and distractions,
to bring you this long-breaking news:
We are not well.
None of us; all of us are suffering.
Last year, the firestorms that scorched the lungs of the earth
did not give you pause.
Nor the typhoons in Africa, China, Japan.
Nor the fevered climates in Japan and India.
You have not been listening.
It is hard to listen when you are so busy all the time, hustling to uphold the comforts and conveniences that scaffold your lives.
But the foundation is giving way,
buckling under the weight of your needs and desires.
We will help you.
We will bring the firestorms to your body
We will bring the fever to your body
We will bring the burning, searing, and flooding to your lungs
that you might hear:
We are not well. 
Despite what you might think or feel, we are not the enemy.
We are Messenger. We are Ally. We are a balancing force.
We are asking you:
To stop, to be still, to listen;
To move beyond your individual concerns and consider the concerns of all;
To be with your ignorance, to find your humility, to relinquish your thinking minds and travel deep into the mind of the heart;
To look up into the sky, streaked with fewer planes, and see it, to notice its condition: clear, smoky, smoggy, rainy? How much do you need it to be healthy so that you may also be healthy?
To look at a tree, and see it, to notice its condition: how does its health contribute to the health of the sky, to the air you need to be healthy?
To visit a river, and see it, to notice its condition: clear, clean, murky, polluted? How much do you need it to be healthy so that you may also be healthy? How does its health contribute to the health of the tree, who contributes to the health of the sky, so that you may also be healthy?
Many are afraid now.
Do not demonize your fear, and also, do not let it rule you. Instead, let it speak to you—in your stillness,
listen for its wisdom.
What might it be telling you about what is at work, at issue, at risk, beyond the threats of personal inconvenience and illness?
As the health of a tree, a river, the sky tells you about quality of your own health, what might the quality of your health tell you about the health of the rivers, the trees, the sky, and all of us who share this planet with you? 
Stop.
Notice if you are resisting.
Notice what you are resisting.
Ask why. 
Stop. Just stop.
Be still.
Listen.
Ask us what we might teach you about illness and healing, about what might be required so that all may be well.
We will help you, if you listen.
-Kristin Flyntz
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We need 
a chuckle in these difficult times!

An Irish painter by the name of Murphy  - while not a brilliant scholar was a gifted portrait artist.

Over a short number of years, his fame grew and soon people from all over Ireland were coming to the town of Miltown Mal-bay, in County Clare, to get him to paint their likenesses.

One day, a beautiful young English woman arrived at his house in a stretch limo and asked if he would paint her in the nude.  This being the first time anyone had made such a request, he was a bit perturbed, particularly when the woman told him that money was no object; in fact, and she was willing to pay up to 10,000 pounds.

Not wanting to get into any marital strife, he asked her to wait while he went into the house to confer with Mary, his wife.  They talked much about the Rightness and Wrongness of it.  It was hard to make the decision but finally his wife agreed, on one condition. In a few minutes he returned.

"T'would be me pleasure to paint yer portrait, missus," he said "The wife says it's okay. "I'll paint you in the nude all right; but I have to at least leave me socks on, so I have a place to wipe me brushes."

T'is why we love the Irish.

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Pre-marriage Discussion

A young woman brought her fiancรฉ home to meet her parents.  After dinner, her mother told the girl's father to find out  about the young man.
 
The father invited the fiancรฉ to his  study for a talk. "So, what are your plans?" the father asked the young man.
"I am a biblical scholar," he replied.
 "A biblical scholar, hmmm?" the father said. "Admirable, but what will You do to provide a nice house for my daughter to live in?”
"I will study," the young man replied, "and God will provide for us.”
"And how will you buy her a beautiful engagement ring, such as she deserves?" asked the father.
"I will concentrate on my studies," the young man replied, "God will Provide for us.”
"And children?" asked the father. "How will you support children?”
"Don't worry, sir, God will provide," replied the fiancรฉ.
The conversation proceeded like this...and each time the father questioned, the young idealist insisted that God would provide. 
Later, the mother asked, "How did your talk go, honey?”
The father answered: "He's a Democrat. He has no job, he has no plans.
And he thinks I'm God.”
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JEEVES DEALS WITH CORONAVIRUS

As ever, Jeeves entered the room at the exact time. Neither too soon or too late, but just when I was about to begin to open my eyes, the honest man shimmered into view holding the salver with the invigorating cup of morning tea.

‘Good morning, Jeeves’, I said.
‘Good morning, sir’, said Jeeves.
‘What’s the weather like, outside?’
‘Extremely clement, sir. A balmy afternoon can be expected.’
‘Just the thing to encourage a chap to go for a constitutional around the park after breakfast, preparatory for a good lunch at Simpson’s, eh, Jeeves?’
‘Under usual circumstances, most definitely, sir.’
There was a clearly unhappy undertone in that. Almost imperceptible to the untrained ear, but definitely there. I decided to probe further into the matter.
‘Is anything the matter, Jeeves? Is the park being drilled for oil? Is the Serpentine being converted into some sort of dam to generate electricity for the Metropolis?’ I inquired.
‘Not exactly, sir. But circumstances have arisen that will prevent our leaving the flat for some time.’
‘Surely not, Jeeves. An Englishman’s right to roam the land of his birth is sacred. Am I being stalked by some malevolent aunt wanting to use me as an instrument of her devilments? Are we surrounded by bailiffs clamouring for the settlement of unpaid bills or some such nonsense?’
‘No, sir. No aunts have presented themselves at the door, and neither have any bailiffs. And all the bills have been satisfactorily settled.’
‘What’s the snag, then? Why can’t we leave the flat? Have our basic liberties been rescinded?’
‘Rescinded is not the right word for the present situation, sir. Suspended would be a more apt choice of word, if I may say so. And only in the case of venturing outside, sir. For one’s own health, sir.’
‘Come, come, Jeeves. I think that this massive brain of yours has sprung a leak. There’s nothing healthier than the bracing air of the Metropolis on a fine day. It has been proven time and again, eh?’
‘The metropolitan air is now filled with a new strain of virus, sir. It is called Coronavirus, and hails from China. Its effects are most unpleasant and human contact must be kept to a minimum to avoid its dissemination and contagion.’
I was jolted by that. I sat up in bed as if my spine had become a switchblade and the steaming cup was nearly flung across the bedroom in the process. But I composed myself and pressed on with the questioning.
‘Are you trying to tell me that we are facing some kind of Spanish Flu, Jeeves?’, I asked, clearly alarmed.
‘Of a kind, sir. But I have been reassured by an article which appeared in The Lancet that if all the proper precautions are taken, there is not much to be concerned about.’
‘Dash it, Jeeves! Confound it! Of all the bally things that could have been sprung upon is, this is one of the balliest, eh?’
‘It certainly disrupts one’s normal life, sir. But one must also look upon it as bringing some measure of not unimportant rewards.’
‘And beyond remaining in proper form to take part in the 02:30 Sweepstake at Kempton Park on Saturday, what rewards might those be, Jeeves?’
‘Well, sir, you will remember telling me that you urgently needed respite from Mrs. Gregson’s constant campaigns to affiance you to a suitable young lady.’
‘I do’, I replied pensively.
‘Also, the chances of encountering Miss Honoria Glossop will be most slender’.
‘They will’ said I cheering up considerably.
‘Not to mention Lord Sidcup. And Miss Madeline Basset...’
‘And her blasted father, Sir Watkyn Basset!’ I added, now positively positive about the whole thing.
‘Indeed, sir.’
There was definitely a hopeful, even cheerful note about the whole thing ringing in the air. The dark gloom lifted from the atmosphere, which became instantly light and suffused by golden hues. I could gladly face a bit of domestic incarceration if I could be protected from that Oriental virus and the aforementioned human pests.
‘Well, Jeeves. There certainly are some compensations in all this, eh? Besides, I have recently stoked up on records and music sheets, as well as a dozen or so of the ripest detective stories available. And I am sure that you have made arrangements for a decent supply of victuals for the flat and books for you, also, eh? Espinoza’s latest and all that, what?’
‘Precisely, sir. And I have been fortunate enough to secure on loan from Lord Yaxleys’s wife her book of recipes for cocktails, a memento she kept from her days at the Criterion.’
‘Have you now, Jeeves? I have heard that some of them are legendary and have never been tasted ever since she retired’.
‘And there is one more thing, sir. I fear I have been remiss about not having advised you sooner about it.’
I knew it. Just as I had cheered up in the face of such news, Fate was there, about to wield the stuffed eelskin once more. But we Woosters are made of stern stuff. I braced myself for the blow.
‘What is it, Jeeves?’
You will remember, sir, that yesterday the Junior Ganymede Club hosted a dinner for Monsieur Anatole, for his services to culinary excellence.’
‘I seem to remember you mentioning it before you left to go there, Jeeves’.
‘When the ceremony ended, I offered to escort M. Anatole to Paddington, to catch the last train to Brinkley Court. But, alas, the taxicab developed a mechanical problem and we were unable to reach the station in time, so I took the liberty of offering M. Anatole a bed in the spare room.’
‘You mean to say, Jeeves, that Anatole is here for the duration?’
‘Yes, sir. And he is so grateful for our hospitality in the face of this virus that he has committed to cook for us on a daily basis for as long as he is prevented from returning to Brinkley Court.’
‘You mean to say, Jeeves, that on top of being free from pests of all imaginable sorts, having more than enough reading and musical material and being able to taste once more cocktails that have gone into legend we will be having Anatole’s culinary wonders for breakfast, lunch and dinner’?
‘Not to mention tea, sir.’
The beauty of the plot dawned on me. Jeeves had done it again. That gigantic brain had found the perfect solution for a tricky problem once more.
‘Jeeves’, I said, ‘Did you know about this Coronation virus, or whatever it is called, before the curfew was announced?’
‘My copy of the Lancet arrived here, as ever, three days ago, sir.’
‘So, can one also take it that the problem with the taxicab was not altogether due to chance?’
‘The fact that the driver is married to one of my cousin Albert’s nieces cannot be wholly discarded from the equation, sir.’
‘Jeeves, you’re a wonder.’

‘Thank you, sir.’

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So, while we may not be as prepared as Jeeves and his employer, I hope that you all have the basic necessities (including sufficient toilet paper!?) of food and drink and necessary medications, as well as loved ones near.

I suspect that things are going to get a lot worse before they start getting better. But, we will persevere! I wish you well! Stay safe and healthy!

One bright spot for those of us in the northern hemisphere - - - Spring arrived just before midnight last night, the earliest since 1896 – 124 years ago! Nature is such that our days are not exactly 24 hours and our years are not exactly 365 & ¼ days (11 minutes off) and so these fluctuations in our calendar do not always match the actual passing of the sun directly over the equator. But, while it still may snow during the next month here in Vermont, Spring has arrived!

TGI-Jeff

TGIF - 13 March 2020


Greetings on this very depressing day on Friday the 13th (of March). The media is putting out more bad news on top of other bad news and recent developments. The Coronavirus is spreading across the world at a seemingly accelerated rate. The stock market is extremely volatile and we’re likely headed into a recession. I’ve learned this past week of the deaths of a couple of old friends and WFP colleagues. And my son Jonathan’s wedding, planned for March 21st in New York, is being postponed. 

The two wonderful colleagues from WFP who recently passed are Gretchen Bloom and Vittorio Speranza. Both of them gone way to soon. I remember Vittorio way back in the 80s (I think) when he worked in the travel unit. Then in 1995 I traveled with him from Rome to Vichy, France, along with other members of our WFP Olympic (UN Olympics) Team. And Gretchen was the Gender Focal Person in Rome for many years and I saw her occasionally in retirement (once in Sri Lanka when I was CD) and once or twice in DC with other WFP Alumni. I’m so sad that these two special human beings are gone already. Rest In Peace!

So, I think we all need a little humor to lighten the dark period that we are going through at present. So, I’ve managed to put together some material below that I hope you enjoy.

 
Someone out there must be "deadly" at Scrabble.

PRESBYTERIAN: When you rearrange the letters: BEST IN PRAYER 

ASTRONOMER: When you rearrange the letters: MOON STARER 

DESPERATION: When you rearrange the letters: A ROPE ENDS IT 

THE EYES: When you rearrange the letters: THEY SEE 

GEORGE BUSH: When you rearrange the letters: HE BUGS GORE 

THE MORSE CODE : When you rearrange the letters: HERE COME DOTS

DORMITORY: When you rearrange the letters: DIRTY ROOM 
SLOT MACHINES
: When you rearrange the letters: CASH LOST IN ME

ANIMOSITY
When you rearrange the letters: IS NO AMITY 

ELECTION RESULTS
 : When you rearrange the letters: LIES - LET'S RECOUNT

SNOOZE ALARMS
 : When you rearrange the letters: ALAS ! NO MORE Z'S

A DECIMAL POINT
 : When you rearrange the letters: I'M A DOT IN PLACE

THE EARTHQUAKES
: When you rearrange the letters: THAT QUEER SHAKE

ELEVEN PLUS TWO: When you rearrange the letters: TWELVE PLUS ONE

And for the grand finale

MOTHER-IN-LAW: When you rearrange the letters: WOMAN HITLER

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The Circus Couple
A husband and wife who worked for the circus went to an adoption agency.
The social worker raised doubts about their suitability.
The couple then produced photos of their 50-foot motor home, which was clean and well maintained and equipped with a beautiful nursery.
The social worker then raised concerns about the education a child would receive while in the couple's care.
"We've arranged for a full-time tutor who will teach the child all the usual subjects along with French, Mandarin, and computer skills.”
Then the social worker expressed concern about a child being raised in a circus environment.
 "Our nanny will be a certified expert in paediatric care, welfare, and diet.”
The social worker was finally satisfied and asked, "What age of child are you hoping to adopt?” 
"It doesn't really matter ... as long as the kid fits in the cannon."
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Paraprosdokians

(I know that I’ve used this one, or a similar one, before, but who remembers anymore? So, it can serve as a filler for today’s TGIF message.)

Paraprosdokians are figures of speech in which the latter part of a sentence or phrase is surprising or unexpected and is frequently humorous.  (Sir Winston Churchill loved them).

1. Where there's a will, I want to be in it.


2. The last thing I want to do is hurt you ...but it's still on my list.


3. Since light travels faster than sound, some people appear bright until you hear them speak.


4. If I agreed with you, we'd both be wrong.


5. We never really grow up -- we only learn how to act in public.


6. War does not determine who is right, only who is left.


7. Knowledge, is knowing a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.


8. To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism. To steal from many is research.


9. I didn't say it was your fault, I said I was blaming you.


10. In filling out an application, where it says, "In case of an emergency, notify..." I answered "a doctor."


11. Women will never be equal to men until they can walk down the street with a bald head and a beer gut, and still think they are sexy.


12. You do not need a parachute to skydive. You only need a parachute to skydive twice.


13. I used to be indecisive, but now I'm not so sure.


14. To be sure of hitting the target, shoot first and call whatever you hit the target.


15. Going to church doesn't make you a Christian, any more than standing in a garage makes you a car.


16. You're never too old to learn something stupid.


17. I'm supposed to respect my elders, but it's getting harder and harder for me to find someone older than me.


Sadly this is true!!!
Spread the Laughter, Share the Cheer and Let’s be Happy, while we're here!


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Great Quotes from Phyllis Diller

As
  your beauty fades, so will his eyesight.         -  Phyllis Diller    

Housework can't kill you, but why take a chance?     -       Phyllis Diller
  
Cleaning your house while your kids are still growing up is like shoveling the sidewalk before it stops snowing.         -       Phyllis Diller    
  
The reason women don't play football is because 11of them would never wear the same outfit in public.    -       Phyllis Diller     
Best way to get rid of kitchen odors:  Eat out.         -       Phyllis Diller    

A bachelor is a guy who never made the same mistake once.    -   Phyllis Diller    
  
I want my children to have all the things I couldn't afford.  Then I want to move in with them.         -       Phyllis Diller

Most children threaten at times to run away from home.  This is the only thing that keeps some parents going.   -   Phyllis Diller    
  
We spend the first twelve months of our children's lives teaching them to walk and talk and the next twelve years telling them to sit down and shut up.     -       Phyllis Diller    

Burt Reynolds once asked me out. I was in his room.
         -   Phyllis Diller    

What I don't like about office Christmas parties is looking for a job the next day.  
 -       Phyllis Diller    
  
The only time I ever enjoyed ironing was the day I accidentally got gin in the steam iron.         -      Phyllis Diller    
  
His finest hour lasted a minute and a half.   -      Phyllis Diller    

Old age is when the liver spots show through your gloves.          -       Phyllis Diller    

My photographs don't do me justice - they look just like me.   -       Phyllis Diller    

Tranquilizers work only if you follow the advice on the bottle - keep away from children.
         -   Phyllis Diller    
  
I asked the waiter, 'Is this milk fresh?' He said, 'Lady, three hours ago it was grass.'         -       Phyllis Diller    
  
The reason the golf pro tells you to keep your head down is so you can't see him laughing.   -      Phyllis Diller    

You know you're old if they have discontinued your blood type.
         -       Phyllis Diller

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Some More Interesting Things to Ponder
What if my dog only brings back the ball because he thinks I like throwing it?
If poison is past its expiry date, is it more poisonous or is it no longer poisonous?
Which letter is silent in the word “scent”, the S or the C?
Do twins ever realize that one of them was unplanned?
Why is the letter w, in English, called double u? Shouldn’t it be called double v?
Maybe oxygen is slowly killing you and it just takes 75 to 100 years to fully work?
Every time you clean something, you are just making something else dirty.
The word “swims” upside-down is still “swims”.
Intentionally losing a game of rock, paper, scissors is just as hard as trying to win.
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It’s time to close with a TGIF Golden Classic

An old cowboy was riding his trusty horse followed by his faithful dog along an unfamiliar road.  The cowboy was enjoying the new scenery, when he suddenly remembered dying, and realized the dog beside him had been dead for years, as had his horse.  Confused, he wondered what was happening, and where the trail was leading them. 
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall that looked like fine marble.  At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch topped by a golden letter "H" that glowed in the sunlight.  Standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like gold.
He rode toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.  Parched and tired out by his journey, he called out
'Excuse me, where are we?'
'This is Heaven, sir,' the man answered.
'Wow! Would you happen to have some water?' the man asked.
'Of course, sir.  Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up.'
As the gate began to open, the cowboy asked  'Can I bring my partners, too?'
'I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets.'
The cowboy thought for a moment, then turned back to the road and continued riding, his dog trotting by his side.
After another long ride, at the top of another hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a ranch gate that looked as if it had never been closed.  As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
'Excuse me,' he called to the man.  'Do you have any water?'
'Sure, there's a pump right over there.  Help yourself.'
'How about my friends here?' the traveler gestured to the dog and his horse.
'Of course!  They look thirsty, too,' said the man.
The trio went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with buckets beside it.  The traveler filled a cup and the buckets with wonderfully cool water and took a long drink, as did his horse and dog.
When they were full, he walked back to the man who was still standing by the tree;
'What do you call this place?' the traveler asked.
'This is Heaven,' he answered.
'That's confusing,' the traveler said.  'The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.'
'Oh, you mean the place with the glitzy, gold street and fake pearly gates?  That's hell.'
'Doesn't it make you angry when they use your name like that?'
'Not at all.  Actually, we're happy they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind...'
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A number of states here in the USA have declared “states of emergency” due to the rapid spread of the coronavirus. It seems even our president may be going to declare a national emergency.
Hope you all can enjoy your weekend. Stay safe and healthy.

TGI-Jeff