Breaking Up

Men often find blowing off a woman the most difficult part of the dating process. The closest they ever come to telling a woman it’s over is to look her straight in the eye and say, “I’ll call you next week.” But there is now a great way to blow a woman off. It’s safe, it’s affordable and the best thing is the female has no opportunity to throw things at you. It’s at your fingertips right now: E-mail.
That’s how all the happening, 90’s kind of guys are telling women they are not worthy. You’ll feel like a real man knowing you have told her how you really feel from the safety of your keyboard. And you can delete her response without ever reading it. What could be more painless? Following is an email rejection letter:

Men can use it the next time they need to put their main squeeze on notice. The text of the letter follows:

Dear (her name),

I regret to inform you that you have been eliminated from further contention to become the future Mrs. (your last name). As you are probably aware, the competition was exceedingly tough this year and dozens of well-qualified candidates such as yourself also failed to make the final cut. I will, however, keep your name on file should an opening become available.

So that you may find better success in your future romantic endeavors, please allow me to offer the following reasons you were disqualified from the competition: (Men will check those that apply)

_____ Your failure to reach for your purse in even a feigned attempt to pay for dinner by the fourth date displayed a stunning ignorance of basic economics.

_____ Your inadvertent admission that you “buy condoms and K-Y Jelly by the truckload” indicates that you may be slightly over-qualified for the position.

_____ You failed the 20 question rule, i.e., I asked you 20 questions about yourself before you asked me more than one about myself.

_____ The only question you did ask was how much money I make.

_____ You neglected to reach over and unlock my car door from the inside after I opened the passenger side door for you.

_____ My breasts are bigger than yours.

_____ Your height is out of proportion with your weight. If you should, however, happen to gain the necessary 17 vertical inches, please resubmit your application.

_____ Your repeated comments such as, “Is it still called a penis when it’s this small?” were both uncalled for and thoughtless.

_____ The way you enthusiastically jumped on stage at the alternative bar and danced with the lesbians demonstrated that you are far too impressionable and have a disconcerting lack of commitment to heterosexuality.

_____ Your revelation that you would most certainly allow your ex-boyfriend to shack up with you again after he “beats that domestic abuse rap” shows compassion but makes it difficult to take you seriously.

_____ Although your inability to achieve orgasm was of paramount importance to me, your suggestion that we invite the basketball team

into the bedroom so it would be “just like college” seemed somewhat extreme and inappropriate.

_____ I am out of your league; set your sights lower next time.

Sincerely,

(Your name)

DRAWBACKS TO WORKING IN A CUBICLE

Being told to “Think Outside the Box” when I’m in the @#$%? box all day!
Not being able to check E-mail attachments without first seeing who is behind
me.
Fabric cubicle walls do not offer much protection from any kind of
gunfire.
That nagging feeling that if I just press the right button, I will get
a piece of cheese.
Lack of roof rafters for the noose.
My walls are too close together for my hammock to work right.
Women: Damned near impossible to adjust your bra or slip without comment.
Men: Co-workers tend to stare when you take your pants off.
23 power cords, 1 outlet.
Prison cells are not only bigger, they have beds.
When tours come through, I get lots of peanuts thrown at me.
Can’t slam the door when you quit and walk out.

A Frenchman and Two Friends

A frenchman and two friends, a Rabbi and a Hindu holy man, had car trouble in the countryside and asked to spend the night with a farmer. The farmer said “There might be a problem; you see, I only have room for two to sleep, one of you must sleep in the barn.

“No problem”, spoke the Rabbi, “My people wandered in the desert for forty years, I am humble enough to sleep in the barn for an evening.”

With that he departed to the barn and the others bedded down for the night, Moments later a knock was heard at the door; the farmer opened the door, there stood the Rabbi from the barn.

“What’s wrong?”, asked the farmer. He replied, “I am grateful to you, but I can’t sleep in the barn. There is a pig in the barn and my faith believes that is an unclean animal.”

His Hindu friend agrees to swap places with him. But a few minutes later the same scene reoccurs. There is a knock on the door.

“What’s wrong, now?” the farmer asks. The Hindu holy man replies, “I too am grateful for helping us out but there is a cow in the barn and in my country cows are considered sacred. I can’t sleep on holy ground!”

Well, that leaves only the frenchman to make the change. He grumbled and complained, but went out to the barn.

Yep, you guessed it! Moments later there was another knock on the farmers door. Frustrated and tired, the farmer opens the door, and there stood the pig and the cow!

Purchase problems

A little old lady went to the grocery store to buy cat food. She picked up three cans and took them to the checkout counter.

The girl at the cash register said, ‘I’m sorry, but we cannot sell cat food without proof that you have a cat. A lot of old people buy cat food to eat and the management wants proof that you are buying the cat food for your cat.’

The little old lady went home, picked up her cat and brought it to the store. They sold her the cat food.

The next day she tried to buy three cans of dog food. Again the cashier demanded proof that she had a dog because old people sometimes eat dog food.

She went home and brought in her dog. She then bought the dog food.
The next day she brought in a box with a hole in the lid. The old lady asked the cashier to stick her finger in the hole. The cashier said, ‘No, you might have a snake in there.’

The little old lady assured her that there was nothing in the box that would harm her. So the cashier put her finger in the box and pulled it out and told the little old lady, ‘That smells like shit.’

The little old lady said, ‘It is. Now can I buy three rolls of toilet paper?’

En el ej�rcito, el general

En el ej�rcito, el general llama a sus soldados y les pregunta uno a uno:

“Soldado Guti�rrez, �sus botas?”

“Me las robaron, mi general.”

“�Como, cien de pecho!”

“Soldado Echeverri, �sus botas?”

“Me las robaron, mi general.”

“�Como, cien de pecho!”

Y por ultimo pregunta:

“Soldado Jimenez, �sus botas?”

“En el malet�n, mi general.”

“Muy bien soldado, �y su malet�n?”

“Me lo robaron, mi general.”

Pillsburry Doughboy

Veteran Pillsbury spokesman Pop N. Fresh died yesterday of a severe yeast
infection.

He was 71, Fresh was buried in one of the largest funeral ceremonies in
recent years. Dozens of celebrities turned out including Mrs. Butterworth,
the California Raisins, Hungry Jack, Betty Crocker, and the Hostess
Twinkies. The gravesite was piled high with flours as longtime friend Aunt
Jemima delivered the eulogy, describing Fresh as a man who “never knew how
much he was kneaded.”

Fresh rose quickly in show business, but later in his life his career was
filled with many turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie,
wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Still, even as a crusty
old man, he was a roll model for millions.

Fresh is survived by his second wife. They have two children and one in
the oven. The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.

Helpful Hints

Tape a chocolate bar to the outside of your microwave. If the chocolate melts you will know that the microwaves are escaping and it is time to have the oven serviced.

A mouse trap, placed on top of your alarm clock will prevent you from rolling over and going back to sleep.

Old telephone books make ideal personal address books. Simply cross out the names and addresses of people you don’t know.

Before attempting to remove stubborn stains from a garment always circle the stain in permanent ink pen so that when you remove the garment from the washing machine you can easily locate the area of the stain and check that it has gone.

Lose weight quickly by eating raw pork and rancid tuna. I found that the subsequent food poisoning enabled me to lose 12 pounds in only 2 days.

Avoid parking tickets by leaving your windshield wipers turned to fast wipe whenever you leave your car parked illegally.

Olympic athletes. Conceal the fact that you have taken performance enhancing drugs by simply running a little slower and letting someone else win.

Heavy smokers: Don’t throw away those filters from the end of your cigarettes. Save them up and within a few years you’ll have enough to insulate your ceiling.

Create instant designer stubble by sucking a magnet and dipping your chin in a bowl of iron fillings.

X File fans: Create the effect of being abducted by aliens by drinking two bottles of vodka. You’ll invariably wake up in a strange place the following morning, having had your memory mysteriously ‘erased’.

A sheet of sandpaper makes a cheap and effective substitute for costly maps when visiting the Sahara desert.

Convince neighbours that you have invented a ‘SHRINKING’ device by ruffling your hair, wearing a white laboratory coats and parking a digger outside your house for a few days. Then dim and flicker the lights in your house during the night
and replace the digger unseen with a Tonka toy of the same description. Watch their faces in the morning!

Ford Ka drivers – Attach a lighted sparkler to the roof of your car before starting a long journey. You drive the things like dodgem cars anyway, so it may as well look like one.

Fool other drivers into thinking you have an expensive car phone by holding an old TV or video remote control up to your ear and occasionally swerving acrossthe road and mounting the curb.