I was having some game processed this week; I took the meat to a local meat market to have some sausage made. Imagine my surprise to find that when I got them back the ends of the sausage were filled with corn meal. When I asked the butcher why he explained that in these tough economic times it was difficult to make ends meat. That got me thinking about food in general and grocery stores in particular. I only know a few clean grocery stories; here are a few of them.
===================
The man approached a lovely woman in the large supermarket and asked, "You know, I've lost my wife here in the supermarket. Can you talk to me for a couple of minutes?"
"Why?"
"Because every time I talk to a beautiful woman my wife appears out of nowhere."
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A young man was walking through a supermarket to pick up a few things when he noticed an old lady following him around. Thinking nothing of it, he ignored her and continued on. As he went to the checkout line, she quickly cut in front of him.
"Pardon me," she said, "I'm sorry if my staring at you has made you feel uncomfortable. It's just that you look just like my son, who just died recently."
"I'm very sorry," replied the young man, "is there anything I can do for you?"
"Yes," she said, "As I'm leaving, can you say 'Good bye, Mother!'? It would make me feel so much better."
"Sure," answered the young man.
As the old woman was leaving, he called out, "Goodbye, Mother!"
As he stepped up to the checkout counter, he saw that his total was $127.50.
"How can that be?" he asked, "I only purchased a few things!"
"Your mother said that you would pay for her groceries," said the clerk.
------------------------------------------
A shopper asked a store clerk if she could buy half a grapefruit. Not knowing what to do, he excused himself to ask the manager.
"Some nut out there wants to buy half a grapefruit..." he began, and, suddenly realizing that the customer had entered the office behind him, continued, "... and this lovely lady would like to buy the other half."
The manager was impressed with the way the clerk amicably resolved the problem and they later started chatting. "Where are you from?" asked the store manager.
"Lancaster, Pennsylvania," replied the clerk, "home of ugly women and great hockey teams."
"Oh, my WIFE is from Lancaster," challenged the manager.
Without skipping a beat, the clerk asked, "What team was she on?"
++++++++++++++++++++++
Mary Ellen sent me this one; by snail mail no less!
An elderly lady decided to give herself a treat on a significant birthday by staying overnight in London. She checked into a very nice hotel and had a nice dinner with friends. The next morning the hotel clerk handed her a bill for £250.
She demanded to know why the charge was so high. “It is a nice hotel but the rooms certainly aren’t worth £250 for a night. That doesn’t even include breakfast.”
The clerk assured her that was the stand rate. Soon the hotel manager became involved.
“This hotel has an Olympic-sized pool, an elaborate exercise facility, and a spa on the premises.”
“But I didn’t use them,” she protested.
“Well, they were here and you could have.”
He went on extolling all the wonderful facilities that were in his hotel, the famous shows, the three restaurants, the fancy shops. For each of these amenities she had the same reply.
“I didn’t use it.”
To which the manager would reply, “But they were here and you could have.”
Finally, worn down the old girl wrote a check.
The manager looked down in surprise. “Madam this check is only for £50.”
“That’s right. I charged you £200 for sleeping with me.”
“But I didn’t sleep with you!”
“Well, too bad. I was here and you could have.”
Tom
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Doctored JOW
I had to go to the doctor’s this week for a checkup. I suppose that is a function of getting older – a new car doesn’t need to go to the mechanic as often as a well used one. The visit got me thinking about physicians and health care which is a rich source of humor. Enjoy
A wealthy hedge fund manager suffered from a serious heart condition. Finally he decided to visit an old friend who had been practicing medicine at a charity clinic. The doctor quickly determined his rich friend had a potentially fatal condition but that it could be easily treated with medication.
Taking the prescription, the rich man shook his doctor's hand in gratitude and said, "Since we are the best of friends, I would not want to insult you by offering payment. But I would like for you to know that I have included a generous donation to your clinic in my will."
"That is very kind of you," said the doctor emotionally, and then added, "Can I see that prescription I just gave you? I'd like to make a little change."
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
A woman in Arkansas brought her baby in to see the doctor, and he determined right away the baby had an ear ache.
He wrote a prescription for ear drops. In the directions he wrote, "Put two drops in right ear every four hours" and he abbreviated "right" as an R with a circle around it.
Several days passed, and the woman returned with her baby, complaining that the baby still had an earache, and his little behind was getting really greasy with all those drops of oil.
The doctor looked at the bottle of ear drops and sure enough, the pharmacist had typed the following instructions on the label:
"Put two drops in R ear every four hours."
…………………………………………………..
Joe had been seeing a psychoanalyst for four years for treatment of the fear that he had monsters under his bed; it had been years since he had gotten a good night’s sleep. He visited a psychologist for years trying to find some relief but to no avail. Finally he stopped going to his old therapist. A few weeks later, he saw his former psychoanalyst client in the supermarket; The therapist was surprised to find Joe looking well-rested, energetic, and cheerful.
“Doc!” Joe says, “It’s amazing! I’m cured!”
“That’s great news!” the psychoanalyst says. “you seem to be doing much better. How?”
“I went to see another doctor,” Joe says enthusiastically, “and he cured me in just ONE session!”
“One?!” the psychoanalyst asks incredulously.
“Yeah,” continues Joe, “my new doctor is a behaviorist.”
“A behaviorist?” the psychoanalyst asks. “How did he cure you in one session?”
“Oh, easy,” says Joe. “He told me to cut the legs off of my bed.”
===========================
The arrogant doctor and his girlfriend got into a big argument at breakfast. "And you’re no good in bed either!" he finally shouted and stormed off to work. By midmorning, he decided he'd better make amends and phoned her. After many rings, she picked up the phone.
"What took you so long to answer?"
"I was in bed."
"What were you doing in bed this late?"
"Getting a second opinion."
-----------------------------------------------
A new patient was quite upset when the doctor's nurse led him to a small, curtained cubicle and told him to undress. "But I only want the doctor to look at an ingrown toenail!" he protested.
"Our rule is that everyone must undress," replied the nurse as she handed him a very skimpy hospital gown.
"That's a stupid rule," grumbled the patient, "making me undress just to look at my toe."
"That's nothing," growled a voice from the next cubicle. "I just came to fix the phones!"
************************
Doctors have a Hippocratic Oath that outlines their expected behavior. These days HMOs have come up with a corresponding
Code of Ethical Behavior for Patients
1. Do not expect your doctor to share your discomfort.
Involvement with the patient's suffering might cause him to lose valuable scientific objectivity.
2. Be cheerful at all times.
Your doctor leads a busy and trying life and requires all the gentleness and reassurance he can get.
3. Try to have the disease for which you are being treated.
Remember that your doctor has a professional reputation to uphold.
4. Do not complain if the treatment fails to bring relief.
You must believe that your doctor has achieved a deep insight into the true nature of your illness, which transcends any mere permanent disability you may have experienced.
5. Never ask your doctor to explain what he is doing or why he is doing it.
It is presumptuous to assume that such profound matters could be explained in terms that you would understand.
6. Submit to novel experimental treatment readily.
Though the surgery may not benefit you directly, the resulting research paper will surely be of widespread interest.
7. Pay your medical bills promptly and willingly.
You should consider it a privilege to contribute, however modestly, to the well-being of physicians and other humanitarians.
8. Do not suffer from ailments that you cannot afford.
It is sheer arrogance to contract illnesses that are beyond your means.
9. Never reveal any of the shortcomings that have come to light in the course of treatment by your doctor.
The patient-doctor relationship is a privileged one, and you have a sacred duty to protect him from exposure.
10. Never die while in your doctor's presence or under his direct care.
This will only cause him needless inconvenience and embarrassment.
A wealthy hedge fund manager suffered from a serious heart condition. Finally he decided to visit an old friend who had been practicing medicine at a charity clinic. The doctor quickly determined his rich friend had a potentially fatal condition but that it could be easily treated with medication.
Taking the prescription, the rich man shook his doctor's hand in gratitude and said, "Since we are the best of friends, I would not want to insult you by offering payment. But I would like for you to know that I have included a generous donation to your clinic in my will."
"That is very kind of you," said the doctor emotionally, and then added, "Can I see that prescription I just gave you? I'd like to make a little change."
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
A woman in Arkansas brought her baby in to see the doctor, and he determined right away the baby had an ear ache.
He wrote a prescription for ear drops. In the directions he wrote, "Put two drops in right ear every four hours" and he abbreviated "right" as an R with a circle around it.
Several days passed, and the woman returned with her baby, complaining that the baby still had an earache, and his little behind was getting really greasy with all those drops of oil.
The doctor looked at the bottle of ear drops and sure enough, the pharmacist had typed the following instructions on the label:
"Put two drops in R ear every four hours."
…………………………………………………..
Joe had been seeing a psychoanalyst for four years for treatment of the fear that he had monsters under his bed; it had been years since he had gotten a good night’s sleep. He visited a psychologist for years trying to find some relief but to no avail. Finally he stopped going to his old therapist. A few weeks later, he saw his former psychoanalyst client in the supermarket; The therapist was surprised to find Joe looking well-rested, energetic, and cheerful.
“Doc!” Joe says, “It’s amazing! I’m cured!”
“That’s great news!” the psychoanalyst says. “you seem to be doing much better. How?”
“I went to see another doctor,” Joe says enthusiastically, “and he cured me in just ONE session!”
“One?!” the psychoanalyst asks incredulously.
“Yeah,” continues Joe, “my new doctor is a behaviorist.”
“A behaviorist?” the psychoanalyst asks. “How did he cure you in one session?”
“Oh, easy,” says Joe. “He told me to cut the legs off of my bed.”
===========================
The arrogant doctor and his girlfriend got into a big argument at breakfast. "And you’re no good in bed either!" he finally shouted and stormed off to work. By midmorning, he decided he'd better make amends and phoned her. After many rings, she picked up the phone.
"What took you so long to answer?"
"I was in bed."
"What were you doing in bed this late?"
"Getting a second opinion."
-----------------------------------------------
A new patient was quite upset when the doctor's nurse led him to a small, curtained cubicle and told him to undress. "But I only want the doctor to look at an ingrown toenail!" he protested.
"Our rule is that everyone must undress," replied the nurse as she handed him a very skimpy hospital gown.
"That's a stupid rule," grumbled the patient, "making me undress just to look at my toe."
"That's nothing," growled a voice from the next cubicle. "I just came to fix the phones!"
************************
Doctors have a Hippocratic Oath that outlines their expected behavior. These days HMOs have come up with a corresponding
Code of Ethical Behavior for Patients
1. Do not expect your doctor to share your discomfort.
Involvement with the patient's suffering might cause him to lose valuable scientific objectivity.
2. Be cheerful at all times.
Your doctor leads a busy and trying life and requires all the gentleness and reassurance he can get.
3. Try to have the disease for which you are being treated.
Remember that your doctor has a professional reputation to uphold.
4. Do not complain if the treatment fails to bring relief.
You must believe that your doctor has achieved a deep insight into the true nature of your illness, which transcends any mere permanent disability you may have experienced.
5. Never ask your doctor to explain what he is doing or why he is doing it.
It is presumptuous to assume that such profound matters could be explained in terms that you would understand.
6. Submit to novel experimental treatment readily.
Though the surgery may not benefit you directly, the resulting research paper will surely be of widespread interest.
7. Pay your medical bills promptly and willingly.
You should consider it a privilege to contribute, however modestly, to the well-being of physicians and other humanitarians.
8. Do not suffer from ailments that you cannot afford.
It is sheer arrogance to contract illnesses that are beyond your means.
9. Never reveal any of the shortcomings that have come to light in the course of treatment by your doctor.
The patient-doctor relationship is a privileged one, and you have a sacred duty to protect him from exposure.
10. Never die while in your doctor's presence or under his direct care.
This will only cause him needless inconvenience and embarrassment.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Cold Hard JOW
Well, winter, such as it is in south Texas, has arrived. We actually had water in some of our bird baths get a bit of ice. Of course the local media made it seem like the apocalypse: “Extreme weather will be in our area tonight that could kill you – watch at 10 PM to find out if your life is in danger.” That is to say it will be cold enough that if you go outside in tee shirt and shorts you might be uncomfortable. Okay, it was sort of cold. It seems like we get an awful lot of cold fronts down from Canada. Can't we weatherstrip the border or something?
A weather intern walks into a bar and asks for a Cold Draft. Suddenly the bar door swings open and gusty cool air fills up the bar. After drinking his Draft things seem to get back to normal. The guy then orders a Thunderclap on ice. Suddenly the roof gets pelted with hail stones and an intense lightning flash and thunderous explosion rock the bar. After drinking his Thunderclap things seem to once again get back to normal. Feeling rather good at this point he asks for a third drink- ordering a Tornado on the rocks. This time the bar is not only pelted with even larger hail stones but ferocious winds rip the door off its hinges, shake the bar violently and break every window. Feeling extra good and cocky at this point he then orders an extra large and extra strong Hurricane.
The bartender after this request looks up at the guy perplexed and says, “Sorry fella, we have no Hurricanes in Kansas”.
The Michaels family owned a small farm in Canada, just yards away from the North Dakota border. Their land had been the subject of a minor dispute between the United States and Canada for generations. Mrs. Michaels, who had just celebrated her ninetieth birthday, lived on the farm with her son and three grandchildren.
One day, her son came into her room holding a letter. “I just got some news, Mom,” he said. “The government has come to an agreement with the people in Washington. They’ve decided that our land is really part of the United States. We have the right to approve or disapprove of the agreement. What do you think?”
“What do I think?” his mother said. “Jump at it! Call them right now and tell them we accept! I don’t think I could stand another one of those Canadian winters!”
Years ago, people in the Texas panhandle got tired of leaning into the wind, having their top soil blown away, and chickens laying their eggs two and three times. Seems the wind continually came down from Canada, and there was nothing between Canada and Amarillo to stop it. The farmers all got together and decided to build a fence across the North Border of the State of Texas; the idea being, to stop that cold wind. It might’ve worked, too. The barbed wire they used was strong enough; but the real problem was that a couple farmers kept leaving their gates open.
And the weather can change rapidly in the Texas Panhandle. I heard a story that an old farmer was plowing his field with a team of two mules. It was so hot that one of the mules died of heat exhaustion. Before the farmer could get the dead animal out of the traces a blue norther came down and froze the other mule to death. Of course, some Texas do tend to exaggerate.
Martha sent me this one. It is too good not to pass along.
Bill & Rosie were awakened at 3:00 am by a loud pounding on the door. Bill gets up and goes to the door where Ed is standing in the pouring rain, drunk as a hoot owl.
“Give me a push,” he slurs.
"Not a chance," says Bill, "it is 3:00 in the morning!"
He slams the door and returns to bed.
"Who was that?" asked Rosie
"Just Eddie drunk as usual asking for a push," he answers.
"Did you help him?" she asks.
"No, I did not, it is 3:00 in the morning and it is pouring rain out there!" Besides he just lives across the street for crying out loud!
"Well, you have a short memory," says Rosie. "Can't you remember about three months ago when we broke down, and those two guys helped us? I think you should help him, and you should be ashamed of yourself! God loves drunk people too.”
Always the good neighbor and husband, Bill does as he is told, gets dressed, and goes out into the pounding rain.
He calls out into the dark, "Hey Eddie, are you still there?"
"Yes," comes back the answer.
"Do you still need a push?" asks Bill.
"Yes, please!" comes the drunken reply from the dark.
"Where are hell are you?" asks Bill?
"Over here on the swing set," replied Eddie.
Finally, some cold concepts:
It's so cold that Shania Twain covered her midriff.
It's so cold that the local flasher was caught *describing* himself to women.
It was so cold that I saw a dog stuck to a telephone pole.
It was so cold that Apple introduced something called the iScarf
It was so cold the optician was giving away free ice scrapers with every new pair of eyeglasses!
It was so cold lawyers were sticking their hands in their own pockets!
It was so cold I chipped a tooth on my soup.
It was so cold there's no need to lock the back door because it's frozen shut.
A weather intern walks into a bar and asks for a Cold Draft. Suddenly the bar door swings open and gusty cool air fills up the bar. After drinking his Draft things seem to get back to normal. The guy then orders a Thunderclap on ice. Suddenly the roof gets pelted with hail stones and an intense lightning flash and thunderous explosion rock the bar. After drinking his Thunderclap things seem to once again get back to normal. Feeling rather good at this point he asks for a third drink- ordering a Tornado on the rocks. This time the bar is not only pelted with even larger hail stones but ferocious winds rip the door off its hinges, shake the bar violently and break every window. Feeling extra good and cocky at this point he then orders an extra large and extra strong Hurricane.
The bartender after this request looks up at the guy perplexed and says, “Sorry fella, we have no Hurricanes in Kansas”.
The Michaels family owned a small farm in Canada, just yards away from the North Dakota border. Their land had been the subject of a minor dispute between the United States and Canada for generations. Mrs. Michaels, who had just celebrated her ninetieth birthday, lived on the farm with her son and three grandchildren.
One day, her son came into her room holding a letter. “I just got some news, Mom,” he said. “The government has come to an agreement with the people in Washington. They’ve decided that our land is really part of the United States. We have the right to approve or disapprove of the agreement. What do you think?”
“What do I think?” his mother said. “Jump at it! Call them right now and tell them we accept! I don’t think I could stand another one of those Canadian winters!”
Years ago, people in the Texas panhandle got tired of leaning into the wind, having their top soil blown away, and chickens laying their eggs two and three times. Seems the wind continually came down from Canada, and there was nothing between Canada and Amarillo to stop it. The farmers all got together and decided to build a fence across the North Border of the State of Texas; the idea being, to stop that cold wind. It might’ve worked, too. The barbed wire they used was strong enough; but the real problem was that a couple farmers kept leaving their gates open.
And the weather can change rapidly in the Texas Panhandle. I heard a story that an old farmer was plowing his field with a team of two mules. It was so hot that one of the mules died of heat exhaustion. Before the farmer could get the dead animal out of the traces a blue norther came down and froze the other mule to death. Of course, some Texas do tend to exaggerate.
Martha sent me this one. It is too good not to pass along.
Bill & Rosie were awakened at 3:00 am by a loud pounding on the door. Bill gets up and goes to the door where Ed is standing in the pouring rain, drunk as a hoot owl.
“Give me a push,” he slurs.
"Not a chance," says Bill, "it is 3:00 in the morning!"
He slams the door and returns to bed.
"Who was that?" asked Rosie
"Just Eddie drunk as usual asking for a push," he answers.
"Did you help him?" she asks.
"No, I did not, it is 3:00 in the morning and it is pouring rain out there!" Besides he just lives across the street for crying out loud!
"Well, you have a short memory," says Rosie. "Can't you remember about three months ago when we broke down, and those two guys helped us? I think you should help him, and you should be ashamed of yourself! God loves drunk people too.”
Always the good neighbor and husband, Bill does as he is told, gets dressed, and goes out into the pounding rain.
He calls out into the dark, "Hey Eddie, are you still there?"
"Yes," comes back the answer.
"Do you still need a push?" asks Bill.
"Yes, please!" comes the drunken reply from the dark.
"Where are hell are you?" asks Bill?
"Over here on the swing set," replied Eddie.
Finally, some cold concepts:
It's so cold that Shania Twain covered her midriff.
It's so cold that the local flasher was caught *describing* himself to women.
It was so cold that I saw a dog stuck to a telephone pole.
It was so cold that Apple introduced something called the iScarf
It was so cold the optician was giving away free ice scrapers with every new pair of eyeglasses!
It was so cold lawyers were sticking their hands in their own pockets!
It was so cold I chipped a tooth on my soup.
It was so cold there's no need to lock the back door because it's frozen shut.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Party JOW
“Good resolutions are simply checks that men draw on a bank where they have no account." Oscar Wilde
Many of us make resolutions this time of year. I understand that too often these good intentions fail because we set unrealistically high goals for ourselves. I think I will resolve to take up smoking and spending more money this year. Those goals seem achievable.
While I strive to meet them here are a few jokes to start off 2011 with a general party theme.
++++++++++++++++++++
Jane was taking an afternoon nap on New Year's Eve before the festivities. After she woke up, she confided to Max, her husband, 'I just dreamed that you gave me a diamond bracelet for a New Year's present. What do you think it all means?'
'Aha, you'll know tonight,' answered Max smiling broadly.
At midnight , as the New Year was chiming, Max approached Jane and handed her small package. Delighted and excited she opened it quickly. There in her hand rested a book entitled: 'The Meaning of Dreams'.
………………………………………….
A Senator was once asked about his attitude toward whiskey.
'If you mean the demon drink that poisons the mind, pollutes the body, desecrates family life, and inflames sinners, then I'm against it. But if you mean the elixir of a New Year toast, the shield against winter chill, the taxable potion that puts needed funds into public coffers to comfort little crippled children, then I'm for it. This is my position, and I will not compromise.'
-----------------------------------
A police officer pulls over this guy who's been weaving in and out of the lanes. He goes up to the guy's window and says, "Sir, I need you to blow into this breathalyzer tube.
"The man says, "Sorry, officer, I can't do that. I am an asthmatic. If I do that, I'll have a really bad asthma attack."
"Okay, fine. I need you to come down to the station to give a blood sample."
"I can't do that either. I am a hemophiliac. If I do that, I'll bleed to death."
"Well, then, we need a urine sample."
"I'm sorry, officer, I can't do that either. I am also a diabetic. If I do that, I'll get really low blood sugar."
"All right, then I need you to come out here and walk this white line."
"I can't do that, officer."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm drunk."
……………………………………………..
A sweet young thing was seen on the arm of a very wealthy and much older man at a New Year’s party.
“What does she see in him?” asked a woman’s date.
“Easy,” the woman knowingly replied, “a hundred million dollars and high cholesterol.”
+++++++++++++++++++++++++
Peekaboo Street (the US Olympian) apparently came into a lot of money
because of her Olympic performance this winter. Rather than spend it
on herself, she showed a lot of character by donating it to a local
hospital. The primary facility the hospital needed was a retrofit of
the Intensive Care Unit, so in her honor, the hospital board is going
to name the new unit, "Peekaboo, I.C.U."
And finally a few worthless but amusing ‘facts’:
• The word "lethologica" describes the state of not being able to remember the word you want. – It is something writers constantly suffer from
• Nutmeg is extremely poisonous if injected intravenously. – See what being married to a Toxicologist does for you?
• More people are killed by donkeys annually than are killed in plane crashes. – And if she is also of rural antecedents you find out about other ways to die.
• The names of all the continents end with the same letter that they start with. – Geographical wordsmithing.
Many of us make resolutions this time of year. I understand that too often these good intentions fail because we set unrealistically high goals for ourselves. I think I will resolve to take up smoking and spending more money this year. Those goals seem achievable.
While I strive to meet them here are a few jokes to start off 2011 with a general party theme.
++++++++++++++++++++
Jane was taking an afternoon nap on New Year's Eve before the festivities. After she woke up, she confided to Max, her husband, 'I just dreamed that you gave me a diamond bracelet for a New Year's present. What do you think it all means?'
'Aha, you'll know tonight,' answered Max smiling broadly.
At midnight , as the New Year was chiming, Max approached Jane and handed her small package. Delighted and excited she opened it quickly. There in her hand rested a book entitled: 'The Meaning of Dreams'.
………………………………………….
A Senator was once asked about his attitude toward whiskey.
'If you mean the demon drink that poisons the mind, pollutes the body, desecrates family life, and inflames sinners, then I'm against it. But if you mean the elixir of a New Year toast, the shield against winter chill, the taxable potion that puts needed funds into public coffers to comfort little crippled children, then I'm for it. This is my position, and I will not compromise.'
-----------------------------------
A police officer pulls over this guy who's been weaving in and out of the lanes. He goes up to the guy's window and says, "Sir, I need you to blow into this breathalyzer tube.
"The man says, "Sorry, officer, I can't do that. I am an asthmatic. If I do that, I'll have a really bad asthma attack."
"Okay, fine. I need you to come down to the station to give a blood sample."
"I can't do that either. I am a hemophiliac. If I do that, I'll bleed to death."
"Well, then, we need a urine sample."
"I'm sorry, officer, I can't do that either. I am also a diabetic. If I do that, I'll get really low blood sugar."
"All right, then I need you to come out here and walk this white line."
"I can't do that, officer."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm drunk."
……………………………………………..
A sweet young thing was seen on the arm of a very wealthy and much older man at a New Year’s party.
“What does she see in him?” asked a woman’s date.
“Easy,” the woman knowingly replied, “a hundred million dollars and high cholesterol.”
+++++++++++++++++++++++++
Peekaboo Street (the US Olympian) apparently came into a lot of money
because of her Olympic performance this winter. Rather than spend it
on herself, she showed a lot of character by donating it to a local
hospital. The primary facility the hospital needed was a retrofit of
the Intensive Care Unit, so in her honor, the hospital board is going
to name the new unit, "Peekaboo, I.C.U."
And finally a few worthless but amusing ‘facts’:
• The word "lethologica" describes the state of not being able to remember the word you want. – It is something writers constantly suffer from
• Nutmeg is extremely poisonous if injected intravenously. – See what being married to a Toxicologist does for you?
• More people are killed by donkeys annually than are killed in plane crashes. – And if she is also of rural antecedents you find out about other ways to die.
• The names of all the continents end with the same letter that they start with. – Geographical wordsmithing.
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