TGIF - 04 November 2022

  

Greetings from the Friday guy. It’s the end of the first week of November. Halloween was on Monday and Dianne and I had fun handing out candy to all the costumed little kiddies who stopped by on Monday evening. We’ve had warm weather this week and I even managed to get out and play 9 holes of golf on Thursday. It was sunny and 65. A nice fall day. Dianne was my designated golf cart driver and did well, as soon as she figured out how to apply the brake.

 

I celebrated my 72nd birthday a few weeks ago and received a funny card from my brother, Nate. It’s a parody of the AA serenity prayer. It went like this:  Senior Birthday Prayer – God grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway, the good fortune to run into the ones I do … and the eyesight to tell the difference!  

 

I’m enjoying watching the baseball World Series, between Houston and Philadelphia. I’m routing for the Phillies, but won’t be unhappy to see Dusty Baker finally win it all, if the Astros win. I’m also enjoying watching the early season wins of my Boston Bruins. Poor Dianne; she’s wondering if there is any day when sports are not on TV. I’ve told her that there are a few days in July when that happens. She doesn’t seem to be reassured by that.

 

On the 15th of October, Dianne and I hosted an outdoor party for all our family and friends who were not invited to our small wedding in August. We had about 70 attendees and beautiful warm sunny weather. Everyone seemed to have a good time. It was fun and a nice celebration for us with our friends and family.

 

I find it interesting that a lot of the tgif material that I receive is about “getting old”.

 

Groan Older???


My doctor asked if anyone in my family suffered from mental illness. I said, "No, we all seem to enjoy it."
 
I thought growing older would take longer.
 
My bucket list: keep breathing.
 
Just once, I want a username and password prompt to say, "close enough.."
 
Being an adult is the dumbest thing I have ever done.
 
I'm a multitasker. I can listen, ignore and forget all at the same time!
 
Retirement to do list: Wake up……. Nailed it!
 
Sometimes it takes me all day to get nothing done.
 
One minute you're young and fun. Next, you're turning down the car stereo to see better.
 
Some people are like clouds, once they disappear it's a beautiful day.
 
Common sense is not a gift.  It's a punishment because you have to deal with everyone else who doesn't have it.
 
I came.  I saw.  I forgot what I was doing.  Retraced my steps.  Got lost on the way back. Now I have no idea what's going on!
 
I'm at a place in my life where errands are starting to count as going out.
 
I don't always go the extra mile, but when I do it's because I missed my exit.
 
I don't mean to brag, but I finished my 14-day diet food supply in 9 hours and 20 minutes.
 
Having plans sounds like a good idea until you have to put on clothes and leave the house.
 
It's weird being the same age as old people.
 
When I was a kid I wanted to be older but this is not what I expected!
 
It's probably my age that tricks people into thinking I'm an adult.
 
Never sing in the shower!   Singing leads to dancing, dancing leads to slipping, and slipping leads to paramedics seeing you naked.  So remember... don't sing!
 
I see people my age mountain climbing.  I feel good getting my leg through my underwear without losing my balance.
 

We all get heavier as we get older, because there's a lot more information in our heads. That's my story anyway.

 

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This Spud’s For You!

 


A girl Potato and boy Potato had eyes for each other, and finally they got married and had a little sweet potato which they called 'Yam,' Of course, they wanted the best for Yam, and when it was time they told her about the facts of life.

 

They warned her about going out and getting half-baked, so she wouldn't get accidentally mashed, and get a bad name for herself like 'Hot Potato,' and end up with a bunch of tater tots.

Yam said not to worry, no spud would get her into the sack and make a rotten potato out of her, but on the other hand she wouldn't stay home and become a couch potato either.

 

She would get plenty of exercise so as not to be skinny like her shoestring cousins.

When she went off to Europe, Mr. And Mrs. Potato told Yam to watch out for the hard-boiled guys from Ireland and the greasy guys from France called the French fries. 

 

Yam said she would stay on the straight and narrow and wouldn't associate with those high class Yukon Golds, or the ones from the other side of the tracks who advertise their trade on all the trucks that say, 'Frito Lay.'

 

Mr. And Mrs. Potato sent Yam to Idaho P.U. (that's Potato University) so that when she graduated she'd really be in the chips. 

But in spite of all they did for her, one-day Yam came home and announced she was going to marry Tom Brokaw.

 

Tom Brokaw!

 

Mr. And Mrs. Potato were very upset. They told Yam she couldn't possibly marry Tom Brokaw because he's just.....

 

Are you ready for this?

 

Are you sure?

 

OK!

 

Here it is!

 

 

" A COMMONTATER "

 

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Winston Churchill loved paraprosdokians, figures of speech in which the latter part of a sentence or phrase is surprising or unexpected.


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. War does not determine who is right - only who is left.
6. Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.
7. They begin the evening news with 'Good Evening,' then proceed to tell you why it isn't.
8. To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism. To steal from many is research.
9. I thought I wanted a career. Turns out, I just wanted paychecks.
10. In filling out an application, where it says, 'In case of emergency, notify:' I put "DOCTOR."
11. I didn't say it was your fault, I said I was blaming you.
12. 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.
13. Behind every successful man is his woman. Behind the fall of a successful man is usually another woman.
14. A clear conscience is the sign of a fuzzy memory.
15. You do not need a parachute to skydive. You only need a parachute to skydive twice.
16. Money can't buy happiness, but it sure makes misery easier to live with.
17. There's a fine line between cuddling and...holding someone down so they can't get away.
18. I used to be indecisive. Now I'm not so sure.
19. You're never too old to learn something stupid.
20. To be sure of hitting the target, shoot first and call whatever you hit the target.
21. Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.
22. Change is inevitable, except from a vending machine.
23. Going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than standing in a garage makes you a car.
24. I'm supposed to respect my elders, but now it’s getting harder and harder for me to find one.

 

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The Mother-in-law

 

A man went to the hospital to visit his mother-in-law, who was in serious condition. 

 

On the way back the wife, very worried, asks: "So, honey? How's my mom doing?" 

 

He replies: "She looks great! She is in good health! She will still live for many years! Next week she will be released from the hospital and will come and live with us, forever!" 

 

"Wow that's amazing!" Says the surprised wife - "But this is very strange, dear... yesterday she seemed to be on her deathbed, the doctors said she should have a few days to live!" 

 

"Well, I don't know how she was yesterday," he replied, "but today when I arrived at the hospital, the doctor told me that we should prepare for the worst!"

 

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Why parents go grey

 

The boss of a big company needed to call one of his employees about an urgent problem with one of the main computers. He dialed the employee's home phone number and was greeted with a child's whisper, "Hello?"

Feeling put out at the inconvenience of having to talk to a youngster the boss asked, "Is your Daddy home?"

"Yes," whispered the small voice.

"May I talk with him?" the man asked. To the surprise of the boss, the small voice whispered, "No."

Wanting to talk with an adult, the boss asked, "Is your Mommy there?"

"Yes", came the answer.

"May I talk with her?" Again the small voice whispered, "no."

Knowing that it was not likely that a young child would be left home alone, the boss decided he would just leave a message with the person who should be there watching over the child. "Is there anyone there besides you?" the boss asked the child.

"Yes" whispered the child, "A policeman."

Wondering what a cop would be doing at his employee's home, the boss asked, "May I speak with the policeman?"

"No, he's busy," whispered the child.

"Busy doing what?” asked the boss.

"Talking to Daddy and Mommy and the Fireman," came the whispered answer.

Growing concerned and even worried as he heard what sounded like a helicopter through the earpiece on the phone the boss asked, "What is that noise?"

"A hello-copper, answered the whispering voice. "What is going on there?" asked the boss, now alarmed. In an awed whispering voice the child answered, "The search team just landed the hello-copper."

Alarmed, concerned, and more than just a little frustrated the boss asked, "Why are they there?"

Still whispering, the young voice replied along with a muffled giggle: "They're looking for me.”

 

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TGIF Golden Classic

 

Yesterday I was at my local Checkers store buying a large bag of Epol dog food for my loyal pet and was in the checkout queue when a woman behind me asked if I had a dog.

 

What did she think I had an elephant? So, since I'm retired and have little to do, on impulse I told her that no, I didn't have a dog, I was starting the Epol Diet again. I added that I probably shouldn't, because I ended up in hospital last time, but I'd lost 20 kilos before I woke up in intensive care with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IVs in both arms.

 

I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and that the way that it works is to load your pockets with Epol nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry. The food is nutritionally complete so it works well and I was going to try it again. (I have to mention here that practically everyone in queue was now enthralled with my story.)

 

Horrified, she asked me if I ended up in intensive care because the dog food poisoned me. I told her no, I stepped off the pavement to sniff a Bull Terrier's arse and a car hit me.

 

I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack he was laughing so hard.

 

I'm now banned from Checkers.

 

Better watch what you ask retired people.

 

They have all the time in the world to think of daft things to say.

 

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That was an old one, but always a good one. 

 

The leaves have mostly all fallen off the trees now and it’s getting to be “stick season”. It’s that dull, overcast time between fall and winter. We did have good colorful foliage this year, which peaked around here between 10 and 15 October. I’m now starting to look forward to my long trip to Cape Town, South Africa in early December to visit daughter Joya and son-in-law Chris, at the beginning of their summer. Youngest son Phil will also be there over many of the same days. That will be fun. And Martha (Pam’s sister) and her husband Fred, are also going to be there over many of those same days. It should be fun. 

 

I guess that’s all for this issue. Don’t forget to share with me good ones that you receive.

 

Have a nice Friday and a wonderful weekend!

 

TGI-Jeff

TGIF - 02 September 2022

Greetings from your Friday guy. I can’t believe that it is already September! What happened? We did have a very busy August, as you may recall. Dianne and I got married in a small ceremony with our kids, their spouses, and her grandkids. It was a beautiful day and the ceremony was on the lawn next to the lake where Dianne has spent her summers for many years. Her son was the officiant and did a great job. My sons each read pieces that we had chosen, and Joya did the toast to us at the evening dinner at our favorite inn/restaurant. The weather was great and the only person present that was not one of our kids or Dianne’s grandkids was our photographer. After the ceremony, everyone changed into their bathing suits and jumped off the dock into the lake. Well, maybe not everyone. The younger ones!

 

I wish to thank all of you who sent wedding well wishes! 

 

The every-other year Taft Family Reunion (a favorite of our family) which was not held during the peak of Covid, resumed on the weekend of August 12th/13th, the reason we chose the 11th to have our wedding. And just to pack more good family celebrations into those few days, Joya organized a nice celebratory lunch for Philip and Kailey at a nearby brewery to recognize their marriage, which was a planned elopement at the end of June. They were married on the beach at Big Sur at the end of June. They hadn’t wanted a big wedding. So, our close Taft family relatives joined us to recognize Phil and Kailey’s union on the 13th.

 

Dianne and I feel blessed to have rediscovered each other and have tied the knot. We look forward to many years together. I don’t think she will be attending any married women’s seminars in the near future, though. At least, I hope not!

 

The Married Women’s Seminar


A group of women were at a seminar on how to live in a loving relationship with their husbands. The women were asked, "How many of you love your husband?"

 

All the women raised their hands. Then they were asked, "When was the last time you told your husband you loved him?"

 

Some women answered 'today', a few 'yesterday', and some couldn't remember.

 

The women were then told to take out their cell phones and text their husband - "I love you, Sweetheart." 

 

Next the women were instructed to exchange phones with one another and read aloud the text message they received in response to their message. 

 

Below are 12 hilarious replies. If you have been married for quite a while, you'll understand that these replies are a sign of true love. Who else would reply in such a succinct and honest way?

 

1. Who is this? 

2. Eh, mother of my children, are you sick or what?

3. Yeah, and I love you too. What's wrong?

4. What now? Did you wreck the car again?

5. I don't understand what you mean.

6. What did you do now? 

8 Don't beat about the bush, just tell me how much you need

9. Am I dreaming?

10. If you don't tell me who this message is actually for, someone will die. 

11. I thought we agreed you wouldn't drink during the day. 

12. Your mother is coming to stay with us, isn't she?

 

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𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐝𝐨𝐦:

 

Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong.

Keep skunks, bankers, and politicians at a distance.

Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.

A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor.

Words that soak into your ears are whispered, not yelled.

The best sermons are lived, not preached.

If you don't take the time to do it right, you'll find the time to do it twice.

Don't corner something that is meaner than you.

Don’t pick a fight with an old man. If he is too old to fight, he’ll just kill you.

It don’t take a very big person to carry a grudge.

You cannot unsay a cruel word.

Every path has a few puddles.

When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.

Don't be banging your shin on a stool that's not in the way.

Borrowing trouble from the future doesn't deplete the supply.

Most of the stuff people worry about ain’t never gonna happen anyway.

Don’t judge folks by their relatives.

Silence is sometimes the best answer.

Don‘t interfere with somethin’ that ain’t botherin' you none.

Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance.

If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin’.

Sometimes you get, and sometimes you get got.

The biggest troublemaker you’ll ever have to deal with watches you from the mirror every mornin’.

Always drink upstream from the herd.

Good judgment comes from experience, and most of that comes from bad judgment.

Lettin’ the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than puttin’ it back in.

If you get to thinkin’ you’re a person of some influence, try orderin’ somebody else’s dog around.

Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you’ll enjoy it a second time.

Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.

Most times, it just gets down to common sense.

 

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Revenge of the Statues

 

For decades, two heroic statues, one male and one female, faced each other in a city park, until one day an angel came down from heaven. "You've been such exemplary statues," he announced to them. "That I'm going to give you a special gift..." "I'm going to bring you both to life for thirty minutes, in which you can do anything you want." And with a clap of his hands, the angel brought the statues to life. 

 

The two beautiful figures approached each other a bit shyly, but soon dashed for the bushes, from where shortly there could be heard a good deal of giggling, laughter, and shaking of branches... The angel, as pure as he was, couldn't hold a somewhat-less-than-holy curiosity, so he crept close and peeked beyond the bushes. He saw the two of them standing strangely, holding a pigeon. 

 

Grinning widely, the female statue turned to the male statue and said: "Great! Only this time you hold the pigeon down and I'll do my business on its head."

 

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SEX AFTER DEATH!!! 


A couple made a deal that whoever died first would come back and inform the
other if there is sex after death.
Their biggest fear was that there was no afterlife at all.
After a long life together, Frank was the first to die. True to his word, he
made the first contact: "Kris, Kris, can you hear me?"
"Is that you, Frank?"
"Yes, I've come back as we agreed."
"That's wonderful! What's it like?"
"Well, I get up in the morning, I have sex. I have breakfast and then it's
off to the golf course.
I have sex again, bathe in the warm sun and then have sex a couple of more
times.
Then I have lunch (and Kris, you'd be proud -- lots of greens). Another romp
around the golf course, then pretty much have sex the rest of the afternoon.
After supper, it's back to the golf course again.
Then it's more sex until late at night. I catch some much-needed sleep and
then the next day it starts all over again."
"Oh, Frank! Are you in Heaven?"

"No -- I'm a fucking rabbit somewhere in Scotland"

 

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RETIREMENT CHOICES


Retire to Phoenix, Arizona where...
1. You are willing to park 3 blocks away because you found shade.
2. You've experienced condensation on your hiney from the hot water in the toilet bowl.
3. You can drive for 4 hours in one direction and never leave town.
4. You have over 100 recipes for Mexican food.
5. You know that "dry heat" is comparable to what hits you in the face when you open your oven door.
6. The 4 seasons are: tolerable, hot, really hot, and ARE YOU KIDDING ME??!!

OR
You can retire to California where...
1. You make over $250,000 and you still can't afford to buy a house.
2. The fastest part of your commute is going down your driveway.
3. You know how to eat an artichoke.
4. You drive your rented Mercedes to your neighborhood block party.
5. When someone asks you how far something is, you tell them how long it will take to get there rather than how many miles away it is.
6. The 4 seasons are: Fire, Flood, Mud, and Drought.

OR
You can retire to New York City
where...
1. You say "the city" and expect everyone to know you mean Manhattan ..
2. You can get into a four-hour argument about how to get from Columbus Circle to Battery Park, but can't find Wisconsin on a map.
3. You think Central Park is "nature."
4. You believe that being able to swear at people in their own language makes you multi-lingual.
5. You've worn out a car horn. (Ed. Note: If you have a car..).
6. You think eye contact is an act of aggression.

OR
You can retire to Minnesota where...
1. You only have four spices: salt, pepper, ketchup, and Tabasco ..
2. Halloween costumes fit over parkas.
3. You have more than one recipe for a casserole.
4. Sexy lingerie is anything flannel with less than eight buttons.
5. The four seasons are: winter, still winter, almost winter, and
construction.

OR
You can retire to the Deep South where....
1. You can rent a movie and buy bait in the same store.
2. "Y'all" is singular and "all y'all" is plural.
3. "He needed killin" is a valid defense.
4. Everyone has 2 first names: Billy Bob, Jimmy Bob, Mary Ellen, Betty Jean, Mary Beth, etc.
5. Everything is either "in yonder," "over yonder" or "out yonder."
It's important to know the difference, too.

OR
You can retire to Colorado where....
1. You carry your $3,000 mountain bike atop your $500 car.
2. You tell your husband to pick up Granola on his way home and so he stops at the day care center.
3. A pass does not involve a football or dating.
4. The top of your head is bald, but you still have a pony tail.

OR
You can retire to the Midwest where...
1. You've never met any celebrities, but the mayor knows your name.
2. Your idea of a traffic jam is ten cars waiting to pass a tractor.
3. You have had to switch from "heat" to "A/C" on the same day.
4. You end sentences with a preposition: "Where's my coat at?"
5. When asked how your trip was to any exotic place, you say, "It was different!"

OR FINALLY
You can retire to Florida where...
1. You eat dinner at 3:15 in the afternoon.
2. All purchases include a coupon of some kind -- even houses and cars.
3. Everyone can recommend an excellent dermatologist.
4. Road construction never ends anywhere in the state.
5. Cars in front of you often appear to be driven by headless people.

 

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And finally, it’s time for this week’s TGIF Golden Classic

 

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 floo, 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 impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store.

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I don’t know if Dianne visited that store. Probably not, as she doesn’t like elevators. She’ll just to have to live with: he has a pension, he loves kids and helps with housework. Maybe she could just use the stairs for those qualities in me.

 

We are coming into our Labor Day weekend. A good time for families to get together at the end of the summer. We’ll be spending it with Dianne’s son’s in-laws on Buzzards Bay in Massachusetts. Hope you all have nice weekends wherever you may be!

 

TGI-Jeff

TGIF - 05 August 2022

TGIF – 5 August

 

Greetings from your Friday guy at the end of this first week of August. Dianne and I have been working hard to get all our ‘ducks in a row’ for our wedding which is next Thursday. T minus 6 days and counting. I think we’re doing pretty well. But, we are sure that there will be last minute things to take care of. Thank you to all you well-wishers who have sent kind congratulatory messages. We both feel so happy and blessed. Although some of our friends have been asking just why we are getting married. Yeah, I can understand that, in this day and age. But my answer has been pretty simple. It’s a four-letter word: love. And I can’t think of anyone else that I’d rather spend my golden years with! And I think (quite certain, actually) that she feels the same.

 

So, we will have our nuptials at the lawn of her lake house next Thursday with our kids and their spouses and Dianne’s 3 grandkids. Dianne’s son will be the Officiant. And then a nice dinner at the Inn at Weathersfield (where Joya and Chris wed in 2016) and where our family has always gone for special occasions. Then on next Friday and Saturday we will attend the Taft Family Reunion in North Shrewsbury, Vermont; so, I’ll have an occasion to introduce Dianne to the Taft clan, which has been a very important part of my life.

 

It's been really hot all over the US and now here also in New England. It got up to 95 here yesterday. The next days will be hot and humid, with some rain. We are still in a drought stage and can use the rain. In fact, there is a chance that it may rain a bit on all the days between now and our wedding day, which is forecasted to be sunny and between 78 and 89 degrees. Let’s hope so.

 

 

The Price of Gas???

 

This little old lady goes to the doctor and says, "Doctor I have this problem with passing gas, but it really doesn’t bother me too much. It never smells and it’s always silent. As a matter of fact, I’ve passed gas at least 20 times since I’ve been here in your office. You didn’t know I was passing gas because it doesn’t smell and it’s silent."

 

The doctor says "I see. Take these pills and come back to see me next week."

 

The next week the lady goes back. "Doctor," she says, "I don’t know what you gave me, but now my passing gas… although still silent, it stinks terribly."

 

"Good", the doctor said, "now that we’ve cleared up your sinuses, we’ll start to work on your hearing."

 

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Olympics

The queen of Sardinia, named Gedophamee {pronounced Get-off-me}, was attending a great but as yet unnamed athletic festival 2500 years ago in Greece. 

In those days, believe me, the athletes performed naked. 

To prevent unwanted arousal while competing, the men imbibed freely on a drink containing salt petre before and throughout the variety of events.
At the opening ceremonial parade, Gedophamee observed the first wave of naked magnificent males marching toward her and she exclaimed :
"Oh! limp pricks!"

Over the next two and a half millennia that morphed into 
"Olympics".

Just thought I'd share this profound knowledge, in case you didn't know, how the word Olympics was coined...

 

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The Naked Man


It was three o'clock in the morning, and the receptionist at a posh hotel was just dozing off, when a little old lady came running towards her, screaming. 

 

"Please come quickly," she yelled, "I just saw a naked man outside my window!" 

 

The receptionist immediately rushed up to the old lady's room. "Where is he?" asked the receptionist. 

 

"He's over there," replied the little old lady, pointing to an apartment building opposite the hotel. 

 

The receptionist looked over and could see a man with no shirt on, moving around his apartment. "It's probably a man who's getting ready to go to bed," she said reassuringly. "And how do you know he's naked, you can only see him from the waist up?" 

 

"The dresser, honey!" screamed the old lady. "Try standing on the dresser!"

 

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A Sardonic Senior Might Say:

 

My tolerance for idiots is extremely low these days. I used to have some immunity built up; but obviously there's a new strain out there.

 

It's not my age that bothers me; it's the side effects.

 

I'm not saying I'm old and worn out, but I make sure I'm nowhere near the curb on trash day.

 

As I watch this generation try and rewrite our history, I'm sure of one thing: It will be misspelled and have no punctuation.

 

As I've gotten older, people think I've become lazy. The truth is I'm just being more energy efficient.

 

I haven't gotten anything done today. I've been in the Produce Department trying to open this stupid plastic bag.

 

If you find yourself feeling useless, remember it took 20 years, trillions of dollars, and four presidents to replace the Taliban with the Taliban.

 

Turns out that being a "senior" is mostly just googling how to do stuff.

 

I want to be 18 again and ruin my life differently. I have new ideas.

 

God promised men that good and obedient wives would be found in all corners of the world. Then he made the earth round... and laughed and laughed and laughed.

 

I'm on two diets. I wasn't getting enough food on one.

 

I put my scale in the bathroom corner and that's where the little liar will stay until it apologizes.

 

My mind is like an internet browser. At least 19 open tabs, 3 of them are frozen, and I have no clue where the music is coming from.

 

Hard to believe I once had a phone attached to a wall, and when it rang, I picked it up without knowing who was calling.

 

Apparently RSVPing to a wedding invitation, "Maybe next time", isn't the correct response.

 

She says I keep pushing her buttons. If that were true, I would have found mute by now.

 

So you've been eating hot dogs and McChickens all your life, but you won't take the vaccine because you don't know what's in it. Are you kidding me?

 

Sometimes the Universe puts you in the same situation again to see if you're still as stupid as the first time.

 

There is no such thing as a grouchy old person. The truth is that once you get old, you stop being polite and start being honest. 

 

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The Hair Dryer

 

A distinguished young woman on a flight from Switzerland asked the priest seated beside her: "Father, may I ask a favor?" 

 

"What is it you wish of me, my child?" 

 

"Well, I bought an expensive electronic hair dryer that is well over the customs limits and I'm afraid they'll confiscate it. Is there any way you could carry it through customs for me? Under your robes perhaps?" 

 

"I would love to help you, dear, but I must warn you: I will not lie." 

 

"With your honest face, father, no one will question you." 

 

When they got to customs, she let the priest go ahead of her. The official asked: "Father, do you have anything to declare?" 

 

"From the top of my head down to my waist, I have nothing to declare." 

 

The official thought this answer strange, so asked: "And what do you have to declare from your waist to the floor?" 

 

"I have a marvelous little instrument designed to be used on a woman, but which is, to date, unused." 

 

Roaring with laughter, the official said: "Go ahead, Father. Next!"

 

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SEX AFTER DEATH


A couple made a deal that whoever died first would come back and inform the other if there is sex after death.
Their biggest fear was that there was no afterlife at all.
After a long life together, Frank was the first to die. True to his word, he made the first contact: "Kris, Kris, can you hear me?"
"Is that you, Frank?"
"Yes, I've come back as we agreed."
"That's wonderful! What's it like?"
"Well, I get up in the morning, I have sex. I have breakfast and then it's off to the golf course.
I have sex again, bathe in the warm sun and then have sex a couple of more times.
Then I have lunch (and Kris, you'd be proud -- lots of greens). Another romp around the golf course, then pretty much have sex the rest of the afternoon.
After supper, it's back to the golf course again.
Then it's more sex until late at night. I catch some much-needed sleep and then the next day it starts all over again."
"Oh, Frank! Are you in Heaven?"

"No -- I'm a fucking rabbit somewhere in Scotland"

 

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It’s time for the TGIF Golden Classic for this week:


AN EDUCATED DOG - KNOWS TOO MUCH

 

A young Irish boy goes off to college. Half way through the semester, having foolishly squandered all his money, he calls home.

 

"Dad" he says, "You won't believe what modern education is developing!

 

They actually have a program here in our institution that will teach our dog, Jack, how to talk!"

 

"That's amazing, "his father says. "How do I get Jack in that program?"

 

"Just send him down here with $10,000" the young boy says " and I'll get him in the course."

 

So his father sends the dog and $10,000.

 

About two-thirds of the way through the semester, the money again runs out.

 

The boy calls home. "So how's Jack doing son?" his father asks.

 

"Awesome, dad, he's talking up a storm," he says, "but you just won't believe this -- they've had such good results they have started to teach the animals how to read!"

 

"Read ??"says his father. "No kidding! How do we get Jack in that program?"

 

"Just send $20,000, I'll get him in the class."

 

The money promptly arrives. But our hero has a problem.

 

At the end of the year, his father will find out the dog can neither talk, nor read.

 

So he shoots the dog!!!

 

When he arrives home at the end of the year, his father is all excited. "Where's Jack? I just can't wait to see him read something and talk!"

 

"Dad" the boy says, "I have some grim news. Yesterday morning, just before we left to drive home, Jack was in the living room, kicked back in the recliner, reading The Economic Times, like he usually does. Then Jack turned to me and asked,

 

"So, is your father still having an affair with that pretty lady Rachel who lives down the street?"

 

The father went white and exclaimed "I hope you shot that son of a bitch before he talks to your Mother!"

 

"I sure did, dad!

 

"That's my boy!"

 

The kid went on to law school and is now a politician.

 

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So, before I end, I must tell you that Dianne and I went to the Weston Playhouse (in little Weston Vermont – home of the Vermont Country Store) on Wednesday night and saw Hair. It was fantastic. And to think the actors were probably born 30 to 35 years after it came out in 1968. We really enjoyed it and sang along as well.

 

Wishing you all a fantastic Friday and a wonderful weekend. I kinda doubt that you’ll be hearing from me next week.  Meanwhile, as is the custom, I’m finishing this up with Santana’s Soul Sacrifice playing out my speakers in the background.

 

TGI-Jeff