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You’ve got to love the US Postal Service

Yesterday, my mailman delivered a magazine cover to me. No magazine inside. That had apparently long since been separated from its cover. But for some reason, the Post Office felt obligated to faithfully deliver the empty front and back cover so I could see what I was missing. Thanks, PO. 

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To be bluntly honest…

I’d rather die in my bed than falling off a mountain while climbing, being hit by a car while biking or having a parachute fail while sky diving. All of which, I think, is proof positive that god really doesn’t want us to exercise.

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Too weird

So I overdosed on watching ice skating this past weekend. The American championships were being held in all categories of skating… ice dancing, pairs, men and women’s singles… I was in seventh heaven. Then they introduced the next young man to skate in the men’s competition and mentioned how he was the old man in the group since he was 29. I found myself cheering him on due to some connection I felt we had what with him being the old man skater and me – well, me being old. That lasted until I thought about it for a moment

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LeadButt

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I don’t care where you’re going. I don’t want to go and you can’t make me. Remember, I have “LeadButt”. If mom can’t move me off her chair or out of her spot in bed when I go limp and let my LeadButt do its thing, what makes you think you can drag me anywhere once I let it down.

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Doggie Dialog

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Dog 1:  Why do we have to bring the balls? He’s the one that wants to go bowling.

Dog 2:  I said I’m sorry. I can’t believe I bet that Dennis Rodman wouldn’t go back to North Korea.

Dog 3:  I’m telling you, that toilet water just rots the brain cells and causes you to make all kinds of stupid decisions.

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A phone that rings in the night

It is a universal that any phone that rings in the middle of the night is bringing bad news.  Unless, of course, you’re an Alaskan. Then it’s probably some relative who still hasn’t figure out the time difference and which way it goes.

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