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MOM AND DAD

Mum and Dad were watching TV when Mum said, “I’m tired, and it’s
getting late. I think I’ll go to bed.”
She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day’s
lunches. Rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took meat out of the
freezer for supper the following evening, checked the cereal box
levels, filled the sugar container, put spoons and bowls on the
table and started the coffee pot for brewing the next morning.
She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes
into the washer, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button. She
picked up the game pieces left on the table, put the phone back on
the charger and put the telephone book into the drawer. She
watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket and hung up a towel to
dry. She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom.
She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher, counted
out some cash for the excursion and pulled a text book out from
hiding under the chair. She signed a birthday card for a friend,
addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note for the
grocery store. She put both near her bag.
Mum then washed her face with 3 in 1 cleanser, put on her Night
Solution & age fighting moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth
and filed her nails.
Dad called out, “I thought you were going to bed.”
“I’m on my way,” she said. She put some water into the dog’s dish
and put the cat outside, then made sure the doors were locked and
the patio light was on. She looked in on each of the kids and
turned out their bedside lamps and radios, hung up a shirt, threw
some dirty socks into the hamper, and had a brief conversation
with the one up still doing homework.
In her own room, she set the alarm; laid out clothing for the next
day, straightened up the shoe rack. She added three things to her
6 most important things to do list. She said her prayers, and
visualized the accomplishment of her goals.
About that time, Dad turned off the TV
and announced to no one in particular. “I’m going to bed.” And he
did…without another thought.
Anything extraordinary here? Wonder why women live longer…?
‘CAUSE THEY ARE MADE FOR THE LONG HAUL…….
(and they can’t die sooner, they still have things to do)
Send this to five phenomenal women today…they’ ll love you for
it!
And Forward this to as many men as you can so that they know why
women are so special ………!
God’s very own creation!

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M A R AT H I

Without “.M.A.R.A.T.H.I.” ye desh nahi chal sakta ….
Because, MARATHI means
M = MTNL.
A = AIRTEL.
R = RELIANCE.
A = AIRCEL.
T = TATA.
H = HUTCH.
I = IDEA.
.
Aaple Network Purna Bharatat aahe.
* - “JAI MAHARASHTRA” - *

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COLOURED?


THIS POEM WAS NOMINATED BY UN
When I born, I black
When I grow up, I black
When I go in Sun, I black
When I scared, I black
When I sick, I black
And when I die, I still black

And you white fellow
When you born, you pink
When you grow up, you white
When you go in sun, you red
When you cold, you blue
When you scared, you yellow
When you sick, you green
And when you die, you gray

And you calling me colored?

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If Columbus had been married'

       
      he might have never discovered America…..
       
       
      do u knw y????
       
      Because he would have to answer:
       
      Where are you going?
       
      Who are you going with?
       
      What are you going to discover?
       
      Why only you?
       
      What shall I
do when you are not here?

       
      Can I also come?
       
      When are you coming back?
       
      Are you coming back for Dinner?
       
      Most importantly: What will you bring for me?
       
       
       
Atlast his answer would be: Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr…I am not going anywhere… ok???!!!

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JUST FOR U DARLING!!!!




WASHINGTON
POST COMPETITION ASKED FOR A TWO-LINE RHYME WITH THE MOST ROMANTIC
FIRST
LINE, BUT THELEAST ROMANTIC SECOND LINE

This is the winner:-




My
darling, my lover, my beautiful wife,

Marrying you screwed up my life.



I see your face when I am dreaming.

That’s why I always wake up screaming.



Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;

This describes everything you are not.



I thought that I could love no other –

that is until I met your brother.



Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.

But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl’s empty and so
is your head.



I want to feel your sweet embrace;

But don’t take that paper bag off your face.



I love your smile, your face, and your eyes –

Damn, I’m good at telling lies!



My love, you take my breath away.

What have you stepped in to smell this way?



My feelings for you no words can tell,

Except for maybe “’Go to hell.†‘



What inspired this amorous rhyme?

Two parts tequila, one part lime



 





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ONE FOR YOU AND ONE FOR ME




On the outskirts of town, there was a big old pecan tree by
the
cemetery fence. One day two boys filled up a bucket with pecans and

sat down by the tree, out of sight, and began dividing the nuts.



“One for you, and one for me. One for you, one for me,” said one boy.

Several were dropped and rolled down toward the fence.



Another boy came riding along the road on his bicycle. As he passed,

he thought he heard voices from inside the cemetery. He slowed down to

investigate.



Sure enough, he heard, “One for you, one for me. One for you, one for
me.”



He just knew what it was. “Oh my,” he shuddered, “It’s Satan and
the

Lord dividing the souls at the cemetery.”



He jumped back on his bike and rode off. Just around the bend he met

an old man with a cane, hobbling along.



“Come here quick,” said the boy, “You won’t believe what I just
heard.

Satan and the Lord are down at the cemetery dividing up souls.”



The man said. “Beat it, kid, can’t you see it’s hard for me to walk?”



When the boy insisted, the man hobbled to the cemetery. Standing by

the fence they hear, “One for you, one for me. One for you, one for

me”



The old man whispered, “You you’ve been tellin’ the truth! Let’s

see the devil himself.”



Shaking with fear, they peered through the fence, yet were still

unable to see anything. The old man and the boy gripped the wrought

iron bars of the fence tighter and tighter as they tried to get a

glimpse of Satan.



At last they heard, “One for you, one for me. And one last one for

you. That’s all. Now let’s go get those nuts by the fence, and we’ll

be done.”



They say the old guy made it back to town 5 minutes before the boy.





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SMART GENERATION ?


A father passing by his teenage daughter’s bedroom was astonished to



see
the bed was nicely made and everything was neat and tidy. Then he'saw
an envelope propped up prominently on the centre of the pillow. It'was
addressed ‘Dad’.

With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter'with trembling hands:-

Dear Dad,

It is with great regret and sorrow that I’m writing you, but I’m
leaving home. I had to elope with my new boyfriend Saim because I

wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you.

I’ve been finding real passion with Saim and he is so nice to me. I
know when you meet him you’ll like him too - even with all his
piercing, tattoos, and motorcycle clothes.


But it’s not only the passion Dad, I’m pregnant and Saim said that he
wants
me to have the kid and that we can be very happy together. Even'though
Saim is much older than me (anyway, 42 isn’t so old these days'is it?),
and has no money, really these things shouldn’t tand in the'way of our
relationship, don’t you agree? Saim has a great CD'collection; he
already owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of'firewood for the
whole winter.


It’s true he has other girlfriends as well but I know he’ll be
faithful to me in his own way. He wants to have many more children
with me and that’s now one of my dreams too.

Saim taught me that marijuana doesn’t really hurt anyone and he’ll be

growing it for us and we’ll trade it with our friends for all the
cocaine
and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we’ll pray that science'will find
a cure for AIDS so Saim can get better; he sure deserves'it!!


Don’t worry Dad, I’m 15 years old now and I know how to take care of
myself.. Someday I’m sure we’ll be back to visit so you can get to know'your grandchildren.

Your loving daughter,
Rosie.


At the bottom of the page were the letters ‘PTO’.
Hands still trembling, her father turned the sheet, and read:

PS: Dad, none of the above is true. I’m over at the neighbour’s house.
I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than

my report card that’s in my desk centre drawer.

Please sign it and call when it is safe for me to come home..

I love you!



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enjoy it




Learn a new language simply by reading
this email










TENJOOBERRYMUDS”…


By the time you read through this YOU WILL
UNDERSTAND “TENJOOBERRYMUDS”…


In order to continue getting-by in Canada (our home land), we all need to
learn the NEW English language! Practice by reading the following
conversation until you are able to understand the term
“TENJOOBERRYMUDS”.


With
a little patience, you’ll be able to fit right in.


Now, here goes…


The following is a telephone exchange between maybe
you as a hotel guest and call for room-service somewhere in Our Home and Native Land…….


Room Service : “Morrin. Roon sirbees.”


Guest : “Sorry, I thought I dialed
room-service.”


Room Service: “ Rye. Roon sirbees…morrin! Joow
ish to oddor sunteen???”


Guest: “Uh….. Yes, I’d like to order bacon
and eggs.”


Room Service: “Ow July den?”


Guest:
“…..What??”


Room Service: “Ow July den?!?… pryed, boyud,
poochd?”


Guest: “Oh, the eggs! How do I like them?
Sorry.. scrambled, please.”


Room Service: “Ow July dee baykem?
Crease?”


Guest: “Crisp will be fine.”


Room Service: “Hokay. An Sahn toes?”


Guest:
“What?”


Room Service: “An toes. July Sahn toes?”


Guest: “I…. don’t think so.”


RoomService: “No? Judo wan sahn toes???”


Guest: “I feel really bad about this, but I d
on’t know what ‘judo wan sahn toes’ means.”


RoomService: “Toes! Toes!…Why Joo don Juan
toes? Ow bow Anglish moppin we bodder?”



Guest: “Oh, English muffin!!! I’ve got it! You
were saying ‘toast’… Fine…Yes, an English muffin will be fine.”



RoomService: “We bodder?”



Guest: “No, just put the bodder on the
side.”



RoomService:
“Wad?!?”



Guest: “I mean butter… just put the butter on
the side.”



RoomService: “Copy?”



Guest: “Excuse me?”



RoomService: “Copy…tea.. meel?”



Guest:
“Yes. Coffee, please… and that’s everything.”



RoomService: “One Minnie. Scramah egg, crease
baykem, Anglish moppin, we bodder on sigh and copy … rye??”



Guest: “Whatever you say.”



RoomService: “Tenjooberrymuds. .”


Guest: “You’re welcome”


Remember
I said “By the time you read through this YOU WILL UNDERSTAND
‘TENJOOBERRYMUDS’ “……and you do, don’t you!


And you thought you didn't speak a
foreign language







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HI FRIENDS

THIS IS TO SAY THANKS TO ALL MY FRIENDSYOU HAVE ALL GIVEN ME VERY GOOD SUGGESTION I WILL KEEP UP WITH A GOOD HEALTHY DIET
AND AS MR. PARMAR SUGGESTED I WILL JOIN
” ART OF LIVING ”
I WISH ALL MY FRIENDS A VERY VERY HEALTHY LIFE



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HELP

HI FRIENDSI AM 46 YEARS BUT TODAY I WITNESSED SLIGHT PAIN IN MY HEART. I VISITED DOCTOR - HE TOLD ME THE USUAL GOLDEN RULES - REDUCE UR WEIGHT !!!!
I AM NOT VERY FAT BUT HOW TO REDUCE ? I ALREADY TAKE EXERCISE 
I DONT REALLY UNDERSTAND WHAT TO DO ?
DON’T CONSUME FRIED DISHES ? BUT FRANKLY HOW MANY TIMES DO WE EAT FRIED DISHES ?
I HAVEN’T HAD SAMOSA OR WADA FOR PAST 6 MONTHS.
OK
 IF U HAVE ANY EXER, TO REDUCE WIGHT PLEASE TELL ME
YES DOCTOR ALSO SAID “GYM ” NEVER HELPS BECAUSE TODAY U WILL REDUCE AND AFTER FEW DAYS U WILL BE EVEN FATTER.
SO FRIENDS PLEASE HELP ME
SUGGEST FOOD , EXERCISE AND ANY OTHER METHOD TO REDUCE



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