Aunty’s letter

Dear Sanju baba,

I’m writting this slow because I know you can’t read fast. We don’t live where
we did when you left home.

Your Pa read in the newspaper that most accidents happen within 20 minutes of
your home, so we moved. I won’t be able to send you the address because the last
family that lived here took the house numbers when they moved so they wouldn’t
have to change their address.

This place is really nice. I even has a washing machine. I’m not sure it works
so well, though, Last week I put a load of clothes in and pulled the chain, we
haven’t seen it since. The weather isn’t bad here.

It only rained twice last week; the first time for three days and the second
time for fourdays. About that coat you wanted me to send; your Uncle said it
would be too heavy to send in the mail with the buttons on, so we cut them off
and put them in the pockets.

Bablu locked his keys in the car yesterday. We were really worried because it
took him two hours to get me and your father out. Your sister had a baby this
morning, but I haven’t found out what it is yet so I don’t know if you are an
aunt or uncle.

The baby looks just like your brother. Uncle Rakesh fell into a swimming pool
last week. Some men tried to pull him out but he fought them off and drowned. We
had him cremated; he burned for three days.

Three of your friends went off a bridge in a pickup truck. Bablu was driving.
He rolled down the window and swam to safety. Your other two friends were in the
back, they drowned because they couldn’t get the tailgate down.

I am now closing this letter and will share more good news with you again next
time. Your Favorite Aunt,

P.S…If this letter does not reach you, please let me know, I will send u
another.

A un alumno de una

A un alumno de una escuela rural que iba en primer a�o lo quer�an cambiar a segundo a mitad del curso. Muy inteligente el muchacho, �no? Su maestra le hace tres preguntas enfrente del rector para saber si acepta el traslado.

“A ver, Checo, �qu� es lo que hace un hombre parado, una mujer sentada y un perro en tres patas?”

“Pues saludar, maestra”.

“Muy bien. Ahora dime, �qu� es lo que primero le mete un hombre a la mujer cuando se casan?”

“Pues el anillo, maestra”.

“Por �ltimo. �A qu� me refiero cuando te digo que las vacas tienen cuatro y yo dos?”

“A las extremidades inferiores, maestra”.

“Muy bien, Checo”.

La maestra se dirige al decano y le pregunta:

“�C�mo lo ve? �Lo pasamos a segundo?”

“�Por m�, p�selo a sexto, porque yo me equivoqu� en las tres!”

An orphan

Erich Honnecker (the president of East Germany) was invited to Moscow by
Gorbachev for a visit. After weeks of preparation by Gorby, Honnecker arrives in
Moscow. As part of the celebration activities, there is a big parade through the
streets of Moscow. While the two are watching the parade, Gorbachev takes a
small boy aside and asks him, “Who is your mother?” The child replies, “Mother
Russia.” “And who is your father?”, asks Gorbachev. The boy answers, “Why, its
you Uncle Gorbachev!”. Finally Gorbachev asks the boy, “and what do you want to
be when you grow up?”. The boy proudly replies, “a good communist!”.

Erich Honnecker, meanwhile, has been watching this and is very impressed. So
impressed, that he decides to invite Gorbachev to [East] Berlin for a visit.
Again, after weeks of preparation, Gorbachev’s plane lands in Berlin. And again,
part of the celebration includes a parade. Remembering what Gorbachev did in
Moscow, Honnecker repeats the scene: He asks a little boy in the crowd, “Who is
your mother?” The child replies “the GDR [German Democratic Republic – East
Germany].” “And who is your father?”, asks Honnecker. “Why, its you Uncle
Honnecker!”, replies the child. “And what do you want to be when you grow up?”
queries Honnecker. Without hesitation, the boy replies “an orphan.”

Relationships to Weddings

Relationships:
First of all, a man does not call a relationship a relationship – he refers to it as “that time when me and Suzie were doing it on a semi-regular basis”.

When a relationship ends, a woman will cry and pour her heart out to her girlfriends, and she will write a poem titled “All Men Are Idiots”. Then she will get on with her life.

A man has a little more trouble letting go. Six months after the break-up, at 3:00 a.m. on a Saturday night, he will call and say, “I just wanted to let you know you ruined my life, and I’ll never forgive you, and I hate you, and you’re a total floozy. But I want you to know that there’s always a chance for us”. This is known as the “I Hate You / I Love You” drunken phone call, that 99% if all men have made at least once. There are community colleges that offer courses to help men get over this need; alas, these classes rarely prove effective.

Admitting Mistakes:
Women will sometimes admit making a mistake. The last man who admitted he was wrong was General George Custer.

Bathrooms:
A man has six items in his bathroom: a toothbrush, toothpaste, shaving cream, razor, a bar of Dial soap, and a towel from the Holiday Inn. The average number of items in the typical woman’s bathroom is 437. A man would not be able to identify most of these items.
Most men take only 2-3 minutes to relieve themselves. Women’s Restrooms always have long lines.

Cameras:
Men take photography very seriously. They’ll shell out $4000 for state of the art equipment, and build dark rooms and take photography classes. Women purchase Kodak Instamatics. Of course, women always end up taking better pictures.

Cats:
Women love cats. Men say they love cats, but when women aren’t looking, men kick cats.

Cheerleaders:
Female cheerleaders are cute, sexy, fresh, and all-American. Male
cheerleaders are scary.

Comedy:
Let’s say a small group of men and women are in a room, watching television, and an episode of the Three Stooges comes on. Immediately, the men will get very excited; they will laugh uproariously, and even try to imitate the actions of Curly, man’s favorite Stooge. The women will roll their eyes and groan and wait it out.

David Letterman:
Men think David Letterman is the funniest man on the face of the Earth. Women think he is a mean, semi-dorky guy who always has a bad haircut.

Directions:
If a woman is out driving, and she finds herself in unfamiliar surroundings, she will stop at a gas station and ask for directions. Men consider this to be a sign of weakness. Men will never stop and ask for directions. Men will drive in a circle for hours, all the while saying things like, “Looks like I’ve found a new way to get there.” and, “I know I’m in the general neighborhood. I recognize that 7-11 store.”

Dressing Up:
A woman will dress up to: go shopping, water the plants, empty the garbage, answer the phone, read a book, get the mail. A man will dress up for: weddings, funerals.

Eating out:
When the check comes, Mike, Dave, Rob and Jack will each throw in $20 bills, even though it’s only for $22.50. None of them will have anything smaller, and none will actually admit they want change back. When the girls get their check, out come the pocket calculators.

Garages:
Women use garages to park their cars and store their lawnmowers. Men use garages for many things. They hang license plates in garages, they watch TV in garages, and they build useless lopsided benches in garages.

Going Out:
When a man says he is ready to go out, it means he is ready to go out. When a woman says she is ready to go out, it means she **will** be ready to go out, as soon as she finds her earring, finishes putting on her makeup…

Groceries:
A woman makes a list of things she needs and then goes to the store and buys these things. A man waits till the only items left in his fridge are half a lime and a beer. Then he goes grocery shopping. He buys everything that looks good. By the time a man reached the checkout counter, his cart is packed tighter that the Clampett’s car on Beverly Hillbillies. Of course, this will not stop him from going to the 10-items-or-less lane.

Handwriting:
To their credit, men do not decorate their penmanship. They just chicken- scratch. Women use scented, colored stationary and they dot their “i’s” with circles and hearts. Women use ridiculously large loops in their “p’s” and “g’s”. It is a royal pain to read a note from a woman. Even when she’s dumping you, she’ll put a smiley face at the end of the note.

Hats:
Women look good in hats; men look like idiots.

Jewelry:
Women look nice when they wear jewelry. A man can get away with wearing one ring and that’s it. Any more than that, and he will look like a lounge singer named Vic.

Laundry:
Women do laundry every couple of days. A man will wear every article of clothing he owns, including his surgical pants that were hip about eight years ago, before he will do his laundry. When he is finally out of clothes, he will wear a dirty sweatshirt inside out, rent a U-Haul, and take his mountain of clothes to the laundromat. Men always expect to meet beautiful women at the laundromat. This is a myth perpetuated by re-runs of old episodes of “Love, American Style.”

Leg Warmers:
Leg warmers are sexy. A woman, even if she’s walking the dog or doing the dishes, is allowed to wear leg warmers. She can wear them any time she wants. A man can only wear leg warmers if he is auditioning for the “Gimme the Ball” number in “A Chorus Line.”

Locker Rooms:
In the locker room, men talk about three things: money, football, and women. They exaggerate about money, they don’t know football nearly as well as they think they do, and they fabricate stories about women. Women talk about one thing in the locker room, sex. And not in abstract terms, either. They are extremely graphic and technical, and they never lie.

Low Blows:
Let’s say a man and woman are watching a boxing match on TV. One of the boxers is felled by a low blow. The woman says “Oh, gee. That must have hurt.” The man groans and doubles over, and actually *feels* the pain.

Magazines:
Men’s magazines often feature pictures of naked women. Women’s magazines also feature pictures of naked women. This is because the female body is a beautiful work of art, while the male body is lumpy and hairy and should not be seen by the light of day. Men are turned on at the sight of a naked woman’s body. Most naked men elicit laughter from women.

Maturity:
Women mature much faster than men. Most 17-year-old females can function as adults. Most 17-year-old males are still trading baseball cards and giving each other wedgies after gym class. This is why high school romances rarely work out.

Menopause:
When a woman reaches menopause, she goes through a variety of complicated emotional, psychological, and biological changes. The nature and degree ofthese changes varies with the individual. Menopause in a man provokes a uniform reaction; he buys aviator glasses, a snazzy French cap and leather drivin gloves, and goes shopping for a Porsche.

Mirrors:
Men are vain; they will always check themselves out in a mirror. Women are ridiculous; they will check out their reflections in any shiny surface: mirrors, spoons, store windows, toasters, Joe Garagiola’s head.

Moustaches:
Some men look good with moustaches. Those men are Tom Selleck and Burt Reynolds. There are no women who look good with moustaches.

Movies:
Every actress in the history of movies has had to do a nude scene. This is because most movies in the history of movies has been produced by a man. The only actor who has ever appeared nude in the movies is Richard Gere. This is another reason why men hate him. For women, their favorite movie scene is when Clark Gable kisses Vivien Leigh
for the first time in “Gone With the Wind”. For men, it’s when Jimmy Cagney shoves grapefruit in May Clark’s face in “Public Enemy”.

Nicknames:
With the exception of female body builders, who call each other names like “Ultimate Pecs” and “Big Turk,” women eschew the use of nicknames. If Gloria, Suzanne, Deborah, and Michelle get together for lunch, they will call each other Gloria, Suzanne, Deborah, and Michelle. But if Mike, Dave, Rob, and Jack go out for a brewsky, they will affectionately refer to each other as Bullet-Head, Godzilla, Peanut-Brain, and Useless.

Offspring:
Ah, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and soccer games and romances and best friends and favorite foods and secret fears and hopes and dreams. A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house.

Plants:
A woman asks a man to water her plants while she is on vacation. The man waters the plants. The woman comes home five or six days later to an apartment full of dead plants. No one knows why this happens.

Politics:
Men love to talk politics, but often they forget to do political things such as voting. Women are very happy that another generation of Kennedy’s is growing up and getting into politics because they will be able to campaign for them and cry on election night.

Restrooms:
Men use restrooms for purely biological reasons. Women use restrooms associal lounges. Men in a restroom will never speak a word to each other. Womenwho’ve never met will leave a restroom giggling together like old friends. And never in the history of the world has a man excused himself from a restaurant table by saying, “Hey, Bob, I was just about to take a leak. Do you want to join me?

This difference may be due to the fact that women don’t have to hold their genitals in the bathroom, which might make one feel self-conscious. Not having this problem, women can chat away quite comfortably while “powdering their noses”. And yes, they are talking about men in their chats.

Another theory is that when women “powder their noses”, all they have to do is sit there. What else is there for them to do but talk to other women. Men, however, must be much more attentive to such matters. If a male turns too much to talk to someone, he’ll be leaking on his shoe. Men must be very serious and patient because heaven only knows if the stream of urine will suddenly change direction. And after all is done, men must try to remove any excess moisture unless he soils his underwear. And unlike women, there is no tissue paper nearby with which to wipe. A man must use his own skills at “towel snapping” to do the job. But no man wants to shake it forever because he might look like he’s playing with himself. The shaking routine also varies culturally as most men inthe U.K. are ‘pullers’ as opposed to ‘shakers’. Of course, no matter how much a man shakes or pulls, chances are still good that he’ll get that little dribble down the leg, which will expand to the size of Lake Ontario if he is wearing synthetics.

After the shaking or pulling comes the tucking-it-all-back-in routine, where the male tries to not leave anything delicate in the path of the approaching zipper. As the men are all leaving the restroom, trying to button up their Levi’s, they are still trying not to look as if they’re playing with themselves. For a man, a trip to the bathroom is a very serious matter. You wouldn’t gossip and chatter at a board meeting would you?

For the male, there are also the considerations like seeing how far up the trough he can pee, bombing the cigarette butt, peeling off the killer fart that he didn’t want to loose off at the bar and, his favorite, making that grunt/sigh noise as the first gush lets go, sort of a “Nnnngwwwwwaaaaa”. Actually, that’s about the time the first fart goes too.

Richard Gere:
Women like Richard Gere because he is sexy in a dangerous way. Men hate Richard Gere because he reminds them of that slick guy who works at the health club and dates only married women.

Madonna:
Same as above, but reversed. Same reason.

Sex:
Women prefer 30-40 minutes of foreplay. Men prefer 30-40 seconds of
foreplay. Men consider driving back to her place as part of the foreplay.

Shoes:
When preparing for work, a woman will put on a Mondi wool suit, and then slip on Reebok sneakers. She will carry her dress shoes in a plastic bag from Saks. When a woman gets to work, she will put on her dress shoes. Five minutes later she will kick them off because her feet are under the desk. A man will wear the same pair of shoes all day.

Socks:
Men wear sensible socks. They wear standard white sweatsocks. Women wear strange socks. Socks that are cut way below the ankles, that have pictures of clouds on them, that have a big fuzzy ball on the back.

Sports Arenas:
Simply put, men can always find their way around stadiums and arenas. The women usually end up following men.

Telephone:
Men see the telephone as a communication tool. They use the telephone to send short messages to other people. A woman can visit her girlfriend for two weeks, and upon returning home, she will call the same friend and they will talk for three hours.

Toys:
Little girls love to play with toys. Then when they reach the age of 11 or 12, they lose interest. Men never grow out of their obsession with toys. As they get older, their toys simply become more expensive and silly and impractical.

Examples of men’s toys: little miniature TV’s, car phones, complicated juicers and blenders, graphic equalizers, small robots that serve cocktails on command, video games, anything that blinks, beeps, and requires at least 6 “D” batteries to operate. However, the only toys women still keep around when they grow up still require batteries, only few in number and smaller in size.

Underwear:
Colored underwear. Women are allowed, in fact encouraged, to wear colored underwear. There is no reason for a man to ever, ever, wear anything besides solid white.

Weddings:
When reminiscing about weddings, women talk about “the ceremony”. Men talk about “the bachelor party”.

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Top Ten Reasons Studying is Better Than Sex

10. You can usually find someone to do it with.

9. If you get tired, you can stop, save your place and pick up where you left off.

8. You can finish early with-out feelings of guilt or shame.

7. When you open a book, you don’t have to worry about who else has opened it.

6. A little coffee and you can do it all night.

5. If you don’t finish a chapter you won’t gain a reputation as a “book teaser”

4. You can do it, eat and watch T.V. all at the same time.

3. You don’t get embarrassed if your parents interrupt you in the middle.

2. You don’t have to put your beer down to do it.

1. If you aren’t sure what you’re doing, you can always ask your roommate for help!

Just reading

A married couple is lying in bed one night.

The wife is curled up, ready to go to sleep, and the husband turns his bed lamp on to read a book.

As he’s reading, he periodically reaches over to his wife and fondles her special bits.

He does this a few times, but only for a very short interval before returning to read his book.

The wife gradually becomes more and more aroused and, assuming that her husband is seeking some encouragement before going further, gets up and starts stripping in front of him.

The husband is confused and asks, Why are you taking off your clothes?

His wife replies, You were rubbing me downtown. I thought it was foreplay.

The husband says, No, not at all.

His wife asks angrily, Well, what the hell were you doing then?

I was just wetting my fingers so I could turn the pages in my book.

Submitted by Curtis
Edited by Tantilazing

Catholic School will do it to you

A ten year old public school boy was finding fifth grade math to be the challenge of his life. Science? A piece of cake. Geography? No big deal. Spelling? Ha! Give me a break…but MATH? It was devastating! Not only to him, but to his mom and dad, too! They tried anything and everything to help their son… private tutors, peer assistance, CD-ROMs, extra textbooks, even hypnosis. Nothing worked.

Finally, at the insistence of a family friend, they decided to enroll their son in a private school. Not just ANY private school, but a Catholic school. Nuns. Weekly mass. The whole shootin’ match. Well, the first day of school finally arrived, and dressed in his salt-and-pepper cords and white wool dress shirt and blue cardigan sweater, the youngster ventured out into the great unknown. His mother and father were convinced they were doing the right thing. They were both there waiting for their son when he returned home. And when he walked in with a stern, focused and very determined expression on his face, they hoped they had made the right choice. He walked right past them and went straight to his room – and quietly closed the door.

For nearly two hours he toiled away in his room – with math books strewn about his desk and the surrounding floor. He only emerged long enough to eat, and after quickly cleaning his plate, he went straight back to his room, closed the door, and worked feverishly at his studies until bedtime. This pattern continued ceaselessly until it was time for the first quarter report card. After school, the boy walked into the home with his report card – unopened – in his hand.

Without a word, he dropped the envelope on the family dinner table and went straight to his room. His parents were petrified. What lay inside the envelope? Success? Failure? DOOM?!? Patiently, cautiously the mother opened the letter, and to her amazement, she saw a bright red “A” under the subject, MATH. Overjoyed, she and her husband rushed into their son’s room, thrilled at the remarkable progress of their young son!

“Was it the nuns that did it?”, the father asked.

The boy only shook his head and said, “No.”

“Was it the one-on-one tutoring? The peer-mentoring?”, asked the mother.

Again, the boy shrugged, “No.”

“The textbooks? The teacher? The curriculum?”, asked the father.

“Nope,” said the son. “It was all very clear to me from the very first day of school, that these folks in Catholic school meant business!”

“How so?”, asked his mom.

“When I walked into the lobby, and I saw that guy they’d nailed to the plus sign, I knew they were serious!

The angry preacher…

The angry preacher…

The preacher rose with a red face. “Someone in this congregation has spread a rumor that I belong to the K.K.K. This is a horrible lie and one which a Christian community cannot tolerate. I am embarrassed and do not intend to accept this. Now I want the party who did this to stand and ask forgiveness from God and this Christian family!”

No one moved.

The preacher continued, ” Do you not have the nerve to face me and admit this is a falsehood. Remember, you will be forgiven and in our heart you will feel glory. Now stand and confess your transgression!”

Again all was quiet.

Slowly a “drop dead” gorgeous blonde with a body that would not stop rose from the third pew. Her head was bowed and her voice quivered as she spoke.

“Reverend there has been a terrible misunderstanding.

I never said you were a member of the Klu Klux Klan.

I told a couple of friends you were a wizard under the sheets.”