Originally posted by lemon lime"(recent email forward from a friend)" presented verbatim out of respect for the unknown author's intent with the original sequence.
Oh, and by the way...
A German scientist from Argentina, after a lengthy study,
has discovered that people with insufficient brain activity
read their e-mails with their hand on the mouse.
Don't bother taking it off now, it's too late[/b]
Say what?
Oh, and by the way... you could have put that little tidbit at the top of your list!
too late for what?
Originally posted by PonderableHealthy Mouse: ~~~~~~~~~O
probably too late to avoid infection by contaminated mouse...
The whole thing is not really funny. It relies on having understood that a lot of "news" are blown out of proportion to attract readers.
"contaminated mouse": ~~~o
dead mouse in its casket: [~o]
A policeman is writing a ticket for a car which is parking in a no parking area. A man runs to him:
"I was just two minutes"
The policeman smiles and con´tinues.
"Believe me it was not longer"
The policeman looks at the tyres and says: "These have not enough profile." and commences to write a new ticket.
"My car has nearly new tyres" the man protests.
The policeman shakes his head and begins to see if he can find another reason for a complaint.
The man says: "If you don't believe me I will go now and drive my car home" and vanishes...
Uncle Bob (85) and aunt Mary (79) are going to be married soon.
While wandering around the town's mall they come across a pharmacy.
Uncle Bob walks in and asks to talk to the pharmacist.
"Do you sell headache pills, muscle spasma pills, ointments for bad backs?"
"yes we do," replies the pharmacist.
"Do you sell bandages, straps for dislocated shoulders, wheelchairs and walkers?"
"Of course," the puzzled pharmacist says.
"Do you handle prescriptions, over-the-counter pills?"
"Yes, but why do you ask?"
"We're looking for a good Bridal Gift shop."
Originally posted by moonbusJust told that to my wife who coincidentally was mopping our kitchen floor.
Two policemen call the precinct on the radio.
"Hello. Is that the Sarge?"
"Yes?"
"We have a case here. A woman has shot her husband dead
for walking on the floor she had just mopped."
"Have you arrested the woman?"
"No sir. The floor is still wet."
She didn't laugh but there was a wicked smile on her face as she shook her head "yes" for about three minutes.