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Post by Neko Bazu on Nov 21, 2007 14:58:43 GMT -1
A wife was making a breakfast of fried eggs for her husband.
Suddenly, her husband burst into the kitchen. 'Careful,' he said, 'CAREFUL! Put in some more butter! Oh my gosh! You're cooking too many at once. TOO MANY! Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh my gosh! WHERE are we going to get MORE BUTTER? They're going to STICK! Careful. CAREFUL! I said be CAREFUL! You NEVER listen to me when you're cooking! Never! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you CRAZY? Have you lost your MIND? Don't forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt them. Use the salt! USE THE SALT! THE SALT!'
The wife stared at him. 'What in the world is wrong with you? You think I don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?'
The husband calmly replied, 'I just wanted to show you what it feels like when I'm driving.'
;D
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Post by CmonYouSpurs on Nov 21, 2007 15:00:39 GMT -1
;D
he should have asked if she wanted them fertilized
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Post by HURLOCK on Nov 21, 2007 15:02:46 GMT -1
Equality and Harmony
A class of five-year old schoolchildren returned to the classroom after playing in the playground during their break time.
The teacher said to the first child "Hello Becky, what have you been doing this Playtime?".
Becky replied "I have been playing in the sand box".
"Very good", said the teacher, "If you can spell 'sand' on the blackboard, I will give you a biscuit".
Becky went and wrote 's a n d' on the blackboard.
"Very good", said the teacher, and gave Becky a biscuit.
The teacher then turned to Freddie. "What have you been doing in your Playtime?".
Freddie replied "Playing with Becky in the sand box".
"Very good, if you can spell 'box' on the blackboard, I will also give you a biscuit".
Freddie wrote 'b o x' on the blackboard.
"Very good", said the teacher, and gave Freddie a biscuit.
Teacher then said "Mohammed, have you been playing in the sand box with Becky and Freddie?"
"No", replied Mohammed, "I wanted to, but they would not let me. Every time I went near them they started throwing stones at me and calling me nasty names".
"Oh dear" said the teacher, "That sounds like blatant racial discrimination to me. I tell you what - if you can spell 'blatant racial discrimination', I will give you a biscuit".
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