

Well, it’s still Friday and I JUST finished the last episode and knowing that it’s going to be a busy weekend, thought I’d jump right in on Monday’s.
I hope everybody had a GREAT weekend. Not sure what I’ve got going this weekend, but I’m sure it will be something.
Got a comment from Leah on one of the videos that was in a previous issue.
Thanks for the video about gas prices, etc. back in the70’s. My kids/grandkids are always saying how we had it so easy. I remember I had to rush to Salt Lake to attend a dying family member. When I was ready to leave that night, I was told there were only two gas stations open in all of Salt Lake City.
We had it easy in the 70’s?!?! Oh, I so beg to differ you spoiled rotten generation, you! You have it so much easier than we did. Now, life was more laid back, back then. But easier, I hardly think so.
I remember the long lines at the gas stations and in New Jersey at the time, you could only get gas depending on your license plate. If it ended in an odd number you could only buy gas on odd days and if it ended in an even number, on even days. And the 31st of the month was either closed or anyone could get gas, depending on the station.
Anyway, shortly thereafter I joined the Air Force and it didn’t matter to me anymore ’cause I wasn’t driving anywhere!
Now, whadda you say we jump right into the funny stuff, shall we?









63 Doctors share their “Dumbest Patient Ever” stories
Some pretty funny stuff. Click HERE to read along.








And it’s happening all around us!










The firefighters pulled up to the local pub, flames already billowing out of the front windows and smoke pouring into the night sky. Charging through the entrance, they found a lone Irishman sitting calmly at the bar, nursing a half-empty pint of Guinness as if it were a quiet Tuesday evening.
One of the firefighter grabbed him, hoisted him on his arms, and dragged him out into the fresh air just as the front window shattered.
As he caught his breath on the curb, the lead fireman looked at him in disbelief and demanded, “What on earth happened in there? How did the fire start?”
The Irishman wiped a bit of foam from his upper lip, looked back at the inferno, and shrugged. “I don’t know,” he said. “It was on fire when I went in.”




And don’t forget, there’s probably a knife, screwdriver, or some other tool in one or more of his pockets.




It’s easy to identify people who can’t count to ten.
They’re in front of you in the supermarket express lane.








Louisiana Law
Rituals that involve the ingestion of blood, urine, or fecal matter are not allowed.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s a good law on the face of it, and I think I kind of get it with the Voodoo that went on down that way for a while, but was it really necessary to put that to law?




RIGHT?! I know EXACTLY what you mean!!!






A barber runs out of his shop and down to the nearest corner where a policeman is standing.
“Officer,” he asks, “have you seen a man run by here?
“No I haven’t. What’s the problem?”
“The rotten bastard ran out of my shop without paying me!”
“This fellow,” the officer asks, “does he have any distinguishing features?”
“Well, yes,” the barber replies. “He’s carrying one of his ears in his hand.”

Answer below…and I’ll admit, I had no idea what it was.


Okay, that’s far enough… and we have Steve H. to thank for this one…
It’s string to tie pastry boxes, good old days






Pat O’Leary left Cork for Philadelphia where he found a job on a building site. When payday rolled around Pat went out on the town, got drunk as a goat and spent the night with a prostitute. The following day (Saturday) Pat decided to go to confession and tell all. When the priest heard his confession he told Pat to say twenty Our Fathers, twenty Hail Marys, and twenty decades of the Rosary and to put $20 in the poor box.
Two weeks later Pat’s mate, Rory O’Brien, told Pat he was leaving for San Francisco because there was tons of work there and the money to be made was more than twice what could be made in Philly. After a little coaxing Pat decides to go with Rory.
At the end of his first week on his new job Pat’s wages were more than double anything he’d made before. Off he goes for a night on the town. Gets drunk as a lord and spends the night with a prostitute. Come morning remorse sets in and Pat goes to Mission Dolores for confession. After hearing Pat’s confession the priest tells him to say a couple of Our Father’s and drop a dollar in the poor box.
“But, Father. I did the same thing in Philly and had to say twenty Ourfathers, twenty Hail Marys, twenty decades of the Rosary and I had to fork over $20.”
“Ah, sure,” the priest responded, “what do they know aboout drinkin’ andfuckin ‘ in Philadelphia.”






Like the headline that Izzy just read me:
Alleged child molester tried to contact victims from jail.

















This one’s from Joe…I wondered why he had a black eye. Now I understand…
It’s my wife’s birthday tomorrow. Last week I asked her what she wanted as a present.
“Oh, I don’t know,” she said. “Just give me something with diamonds.”
That’s why I’m giving her a pack of playing cards.












And that’s it my friends. I hope you enjoyed this one as much as I did. Until next time, I pray that God Blesses you all with Love and Happiness, Comfort and Security. My love to you all.























































































































































































































































































































































































































