Every once in a while, we need a good laugh. My special brother-in-law Ordell Douglas from way down Yazoo way sends me some e-mails that make my day with a good belly-laugh. Thanks brother-in-law for these:
In a hospital’s Intensive Care Unit, patients always died in the same bed, on Sunday morning, at about 11:00 a.m., regardless of their medical condition. This puzzled the doctors and some even thought it had something to do with the super natural. No one could solve the mystery as to why the deaths occurred around 11:00 a.m. Sunday, so a team of experts was assembled to investigate the cause of the incidents. The next Sunday morning, a few minutes before 11:00 a.m. the doctors and nurses nervously waited outside the ward to see for themselves what the terrible phenomenon was all about. Just when the clock struck 11:00, Jim, the part-time Sunday sweeper, entered the ward and unplugged the life support system so he could use the vacuum cleaner.
WHAT? STILL having a Bad Day?
Iraqi terrorist Khay Rahnajet didn’t pay enough postage on a letter bomb. It came back with “Return to Sender” stamped on it. Forgetting it was the bomb; he opened it and was blown to bits.
There now, Feeling Better? I know I am!
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In a hospital’s Intensive Care Unit, patients always died in the same bed, on Sunday morning, at about 11:00 a.m., regardless of their medical condition. This puzzled the doctors and some even thought it had something to do with the super natural. No one could solve the mystery as to why the deaths occurred around 11:00 a.m. Sunday, so a team of experts was assembled to investigate the cause of the incidents. The next Sunday morning, a few minutes before 11:00 a.m. the doctors and nurses nervously waited outside the ward to see for themselves what the terrible phenomenon was all about. Just when the clock struck 11:00, Jim, the part-time Sunday sweeper, entered the ward and unplugged the life support system so he could use the vacuum cleaner.
WHAT? STILL having a Bad Day?
Iraqi terrorist Khay Rahnajet didn’t pay enough postage on a letter bomb. It came back with “Return to Sender” stamped on it. Forgetting it was the bomb; he opened it and was blown to bits.
There now, Feeling Better? I know I am!
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