Incontintence Hotline (Humor)
Finally, in desperation, I called an Incontinence Hotline...
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We're Not Ready to Go Completely Paperless...
This is a cute video, hope you enjoy it.
Smitty
http://vimeo.com/61275290
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Political Spin from Harry Reid
I received this story from a friend... I don't know if it's true, but it makes for humorous reading nonetheless...
Smitty
No matter what side of the AISLE you're on, THIS is .......FUNNY!
Judy Wallman, a professional genealogy researcher in southern California , was doing some personal work on her own family tree. She discovered that Senator Harry Reid's great-great uncle, Remus Reid, was hanged for horse stealing and train robbery in Montana in 1889. Both Judy and Harry Reid share this common ancestor. The only known photograph of Remus shows him standing on the gallows in Montana territory: On the back of the picture Judy obtained during her research is this inscription: 'Remus Reid, horse thief, sent to Montana Territorial Prison 1885, escaped 1887, robbed the Montana Flyer six times. Caught by Pinkerton detectives, convicted and hanged in 1889.' So Judy recently e-mailed Senator Harry Reid for information about their great-great uncle. Believe it or not, Harry Reid's staff sent back the following biographical sketch for her genealogy research: "Remus Reid was a famous cowboy in the Montana Territory. His business empire grew to include acquisition of valuable equestrian assets and intimate dealings with the Montana railroad. Beginning in 1883, he devoted several years of his life to government service, finally taking leave to resume his dealings with the railroad. In 1887, he was a key player in a vital investigation run by the renowned Pinkerton Detective Agency. In 1889, Remus passed away during an important civic function held in his honor when the platform upon which he was standing collapsed." |
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At lunch today, we were discussing, of all things, different ways a person might die... it didn't get too morbid, but it did remind me of a joke I heard long ago:
When I die, I want to go peacefully in my sleep, like Grandpa did,
...not screaming and crying like the other passengers in his car....
Well, here's a place to share jokes, stories, or humorous incidents.
I'll start off with this anecdote I received from my email today:
The Bagpiper
As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper's cemetery in the Nova back country.
As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and, being a typical
man, I didn't stop for directions.
I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone
and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the diggers and crew
left and they were eating lunch. I felt badly and apologized to the men for
being late.
I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was
already in place. I didn't know what else to do, so I started to play.
The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around.
I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like I've never played before for this homeless man.
I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like I've never played before for this homeless man.
And, as I played Amazing Grace, the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together. When I finished, I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. Though my head hung low, my heart was full.
As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say,
"I never seen nothing like that before and I've been putting in septic tanks for
twenty years."
Apparently I'm still lost....it's a man thing.
Love the bagpipe joke
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