Word For The Day, Tuesday, 8/27/02

A man tries to enter heaven but first he has a chat with St. Peter, keeper of the Pearly Gates. St. Peter explains that it is not easy to get into heaven. There are some criteria to be met before entry is allowed. St. Peter asked the man several questions. Was he religious in life? Did he attend church? Was he generous? Did he give money to the poor, to charities? Did he do any good deeds? Did he help his neighbor?

The man answered, "No".

St. Peter said, "Not good, not good." Exasperated, St. Peter says, "Look, everybody does something nice sometime. Work with me, I'm trying to help. Now think!"

The man says, "There was this little old lady. I came out of a store and found her surrounded by a dozen Hell's Angels. They had taken her purse and were shoving her, taunting and abusing her. I got so mad I threw my bags down, fought my way through the crowd and got her purse back. I helped her to her feet. Then I went up to the biggest, meanest biker and told him how despicable, cowardly and mean he was and then I spit in his face."

"Wow, said St. Peter, "That's impressive. When did this happen?"

"Oh, about ten minutes ago..."

This couple had only been married for two weeks. The husband, although very much in love, couldn't wait to go into town, tease the barmaids and party with his old buddies, so he says to his new wife, "Honey, I'll be right back..."

"Where are you going coochy cooh...?" asked the wife.

"I'm going to the bar, pretty face. I'm going to have a beer."

The wife says to him, "You want a beer my love?" Then she opens the door to the refrigerator and shows him 25 different kinds of beer- brands from 12 different countries: Germany, Holland, Japan, India, etc. (even Kitsilano Light).

The husband doesn't know what to do, and the only thing that he can think of saying is, "Yes, loolie loolie... but the bar.... you know ... the frozen glass..."

He didn't get to finish the sentence, when the wife interrupts him by saying, "You want a frozen glass puppy face?" She takes a huge beer mug out of the freezer so frozen that she was getting chills holding it.

The husband, looking a bit pale, says, "Yes, tootsie roll, but at the bar they have those hors d'oeuvres that are really delicious...I won't be long. I'll be right back. I promise. OK?"

"You want hors d'oeuvres poochi pooh?"

She opens the oven and takes out 15 dishes of different hors d'oeuvres: chicken wings, pigs in a blanket, mushroom caps, pork strips, etc.

"But sweet honey...at the bar...you know...the swearing, the dirty words and all that..."

"You want some dirty words cutie pie?...here,

SIT THE F**K DOWN -
DRINK YOUR F***IN' BEER IN YOUR FROZEN F***IN' MUG -
EAT YOUR F***IN' SNACKS -
YOU AREN'T GOING TO THE F***IN' BAR !!!
GOT IT, A$$HOLE ?!?!"

the font of sweetness and light

I think this would be a fitting new moniker for you, dear xs!

Check it out: font_of_sweetness_and_light

It works. Ask Jim Robinson if you can post with it for one day...Think of the fun you could have, especially with an unmentioned cat!

(It's a heck of a lot better than "classygreeneyedblonde"!)

PS - You're the one that called Drudge on the Hannity for President thing, aren't you?

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