Via E-mail from a dear friend...
For all of you who are married, were married, wish you were married or wish you were not married, this is something to smile about the next time you see a bottle of wine.
Fred was driving home from one of his business trips in Northern Arizona when he saw an elderly Navajo man walking on the side of the road.
As the trip was a long and quiet one, he stopped the car and asked the Navajo man if he would like a ride. With a silent nod of thanks, the Indian got into the car.
Resuming the journey, Fred tried - in vain - to make a bit of small talk with the Navajo man. The old man just sat silently, looking intently at everything he saw, studying every little detail, until he noticed a brown bag on the seat next to Fred.
"What in bag?"- asked the old man.
Fred looked down at the brown bag and said, "It's a bottle of wine. I got it for my wife."
The Navajo man was silent for another moment or two.
Then, speaking with the quiet wisdom of an elder, he said: "Good trade!"
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Speaking of wives....
The Sgt. Major said I needed to grow up. I was speechless.
It's hard to say anything with 45 gummi bears in your mouth!
slatten49 wrote:
Via E-mail from a dear friend...
For all of you who are married, were married, wish you were married or wish you were not married, this is something to smile about the next time you see a bottle of wine.
Fred was driving home from one of his business trips in Northern Arizona when he saw an elderly Navajo man walking on the side of the road.
As the trip was a long and quiet one, he stopped the car and asked the Navajo man if he would like a ride. With a silent nod of thanks, the Indian got into the car.
Resuming the journey, Fred tried - in vain - to make a bit of small talk with the Navajo man. The old man just sat silently, looking intently at everything he saw, studying every little detail, until he noticed a brown bag on the seat next to Fred.
"What in bag?"- asked the old man.
Fred looked down at the brown bag and said, "It's a bottle of wine. I got it for my wife."
The Navajo man was silent for another moment or two.
Then, speaking with the quiet wisdom of an elder, he said: "Good trade!"
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Speaking of wives....
The Sgt. Major said I needed to grow up. I was speechless.
It's hard to say anything with 45 gummi bears in your mouth!
Via E-mail from a dear friend... br br For all of... (
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You should have done what I do. Spit them into your hand, say what you gotta say, then put them back in your mouth and finish your meal.
lpnmajor wrote:
You should have done what I do. Spit them into your hand, say what you gotta say, then put them back in your mouth and finish your meal.
Thanks, Doc...sage advice
I shall remember that next time she interrupts any meal.
slatten49 wrote:
Thanks, Doc...sage advice
I shall remember that next time she interrupts any meal.
You are welcome! I must warn you though, this may end any further "eating out". My wife hates it when I talk with my mouth full, so I do as I suggested and she found that even more disgusting. That pile of partially chewed mashed potato's and carrots in my hand, that I subsequently re-ate, seemed to bother her for some reason.
I tried reminding her that I would be turning it all into poop as soon as I ingested it - but it didn't help.
If we have to go out to eat, I get a table all to myself. That's a win-win in my book!
lpnmajor wrote:
You are welcome! I must warn you though, this may end any further "eating out". My wife hates it when I talk with my mouth full, so I do as I suggested and she found that even more disgusting. That pile of partially chewed mashed potato's and carrots in my hand, that I subsequently re-ate, seemed to bother her for some reason.
I tried reminding her that I would be turning it all into poop as soon as I ingested it - but it didn't help.
If we have to go out to eat, I get a table all to myself. That's a win-win in my book!
You are welcome! I must warn you though, this may ... (
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You guys are something else for sure.
slatten49 wrote:
Via E-mail from a dear friend...
For all of you who are married, were married, wish you were married or wish you were not married, this is something to smile about the next time you see a bottle of wine.
Fred was driving home from one of his business trips in Northern Arizona when he saw an elderly Navajo man walking on the side of the road.
As the trip was a long and quiet one, he stopped the car and asked the Navajo man if he would like a ride. With a silent nod of thanks, the Indian got into the car.
Resuming the journey, Fred tried - in vain - to make a bit of small talk with the Navajo man. The old man just sat silently, looking intently at everything he saw, studying every little detail, until he noticed a brown bag on the seat next to Fred.
"What in bag?"- asked the old man.
Fred looked down at the brown bag and said, "It's a bottle of wine. I got it for my wife."
The Navajo man was silent for another moment or two.
Then, speaking with the quiet wisdom of an elder, he said: "Good trade!"
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Speaking of wives....
The Sgt. Major said I needed to grow up. I was speechless.
It's hard to say anything with 45 gummi bears in your mouth!
Via E-mail from a dear friend... br br For all of... (
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And that was after the 35 Twinkies you ate for breakfast
no propaganda please wrote:
And that was after the 35 Twinkies you ate for breakfast
That would be 32, NPP.
I saved three for a between meals snack.
lpnmajor wrote:
You are welcome! I must warn you though, this may end any further "eating out". My wife hates it when I talk with my mouth full, so I do as I suggested and she found that even more disgusting. That pile of partially chewed mashed potato's and carrots in my hand, that I subsequently re-ate, seemed to bother her for some reason.
I tried reminding her that I would be turning it all into poop as soon as I ingested it - but it didn't help.
If we have to go out to eat, I get a table all to myself. That's a win-win in my book!
You are welcome! I must warn you though, this may ... (
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Women are such delicate and sensitive creatures, aren't they
slatten49 wrote:
Via E-mail from a dear friend...
For all of you who are married, were married, wish you were married or wish you were not married, this is something to smile about the next time you see a bottle of wine.
Fred was driving home from one of his business trips in Northern Arizona when he saw an elderly Navajo man walking on the side of the road.
As the trip was a long and quiet one, he stopped the car and asked the Navajo man if he would like a ride. With a silent nod of thanks, the Indian got into the car.
Resuming the journey, Fred tried - in vain - to make a bit of small talk with the Navajo man. The old man just sat silently, looking intently at everything he saw, studying every little detail, until he noticed a brown bag on the seat next to Fred.
"What in bag?"- asked the old man.
Fred looked down at the brown bag and said, "It's a bottle of wine. I got it for my wife."
The Navajo man was silent for another moment or two.
Then, speaking with the quiet wisdom of an elder, he said: "Good trade!"
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Speaking of wives....
The Sgt. Major said I needed to grow up. I was speechless.
It's hard to say anything with 45 gummi bears in your mouth!
Via E-mail from a dear friend... br br For all of... (
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Were those Gummi Bears soaked in booze?
lpnmajor wrote:
You should have done what I do. Spit them into your hand, say what you gotta say, then put them back in your mouth and finish your meal.
Thats what I call determination lpnmajor to take a stand with gummi bear juice dripping from your hand and down your chin. I'm sure it would have made a very impressive impression
lpnmajor wrote:
You are welcome! I must warn you though, this may end any further "eating out". My wife hates it when I talk with my mouth full, so I do as I suggested and she found that even more disgusting. That pile of partially chewed mashed potato's and carrots in my hand, that I subsequently re-ate, seemed to bother her for some reason.
I tried reminding her that I would be turning it all into poop as soon as I ingested it - but it didn't help.
If we have to go out to eat, I get a table all to myself. That's a win-win in my book!
You are welcome! I must warn you though, this may ... (
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Remind her it's a sin to wast good food thats what they taught me. That there were kids all over the world who would die for the food I wasted. I wish I'd had the guts to put it in an envelope and hand it to her and say ok let them eat it!
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