A Mom is driving a little girl to her friends house for a play date. "Mommy," the little girl asks, "how old are you?
"Honey, you are not supposed to ask a lady her age," the mother warns. "It is not polite.
"OK," the little girl says, "How much do you weigh?"
"Now really," the mother says, "these are personal questions and are really none of your business."
Undaunted, the little girl asks, "Why did you and daddy get a divorce?"
"Those are enough questions, honestly!" The exasperated mother walks away as the two friends begin to play.
"My Mom wouldn't tell me anything," the little girl says to her friend.
"Well," said the friend, "all you need to do is look at her drivers license. It is like a report card, it has everything on it."
Later that night the little girl says to her mother, "I know how old you are, you are March 4, 2006 out?"
"I also know that you weigh 140 pounds." The mother is past surprise and shock now. "How in heavens name did you find that out?"
"And," the little girl says triumphantly, "I know why you and daddy got a divorce."
"Oh really?" the mother asks. "Why?"
"Because you got an F in sex."
For his birthday Little Patrick asked for a 10-speed bicycle. His father said, "Son, we'd give you one, but the mortgage on this house is $80,000 and your mother just lost her job. There's no way we can afford it." The next day the father saw Little Patrick heading out the front door with a suitcase. So he asked, "Son, where are you going?
Little Patrick told him,"I was walking past your room last night and heard you tell mum you were pulling out. Then I heard her tell you to wait because she was coming too. And I'll be damned if I'm staying here by myself with an $80,000 mortgage and no bike!"
Whis i was "flying" down the road yesterday (i.e. 4 mph over the limit), I passed over a bridge, only to find
a cop with a radar gun lying in wait on the other side. The cop pulled me over, walked up to the car, (with the
classic patrinizing smirk we all know and love) and asked "What's your hurry?" To which I replied, "I'm late for work."
"Oh yeah" said the cop. "What do you do?"
"I'm a rectum stretcher" I responded.
The cop stammered, "A what-a rectum stretcher? Just what does a rectum stretcher do?"
"Well," I said, "I start by inserting one finger, then I work my way up to 2 fi9ngers, then 3, then 4, then with my whole
hand in, I work side to side until I can get both hands in. The I slowly but surely stretch, until it is about 6 foot wide."
"And just what the hell do you do with a 6 foot asshole?" asked the cop.
To which I politely replied, "You give him a radar gun and park him behind a bridge..."
Traffic Ticked: $95.00
Court Fees: $45.00
Cops Face: Priceless
Q. What does HMO stand for?
A. This is actually a variation of the phrase, "HEY MOE." Its roots go
back to a concept pioneered by Moe of the Three Stooges, who discovered
that a patient could be made to forget about the pain in his foot if he was
poked hard enough in the eyes.
Q. I just joined an HMO. How difficult will it be to choose the doctor I
want?
A. Just slightly more difficult than choosing your parents. Your insurer
will provide you with a book listing all the doctors in the plan. These
doctors basically fall into two categories -- those who are no longer
accepting new patients, and those who will see you but are no longer
participating in the plan.
But don't worry, the remaining doctor who is still in the plan and
accepting new patients has an office just a half-day's drive away and has a
diploma from a Third World Country.
Q. Do all diagnostic procedures require pre-certification?
A. No. Only those you need.
Q. Can I get coverage for my preexisting conditions?
A. Certainly, as long as they don't require any treatment.
Q. What happens if I want to try alternative forms of medicine?
A. You'll need to find alternative forms of payment.
Q. My pharmacy plan only covers generic drugs, but I need the name brand.
I tried the Generic Medication, but it gave me a stomach ache. What should
I do?
A. Poke yourself in the eye.
Q. What if I'm away from home and I get sick?
A. You really shouldn't do that.
Q. I think I need to see a specialist, but my doctor! insists he can handle
my problem. Can a general practitioner really perform a heart transplant
right in his office?
A. Hard to say, but considering that all you're risking is the $15
CO-payment, there's no harm in giving him a shot at it.
From a strictly mathematical viewpoint it goes like this: What Makes 100%?
What does it mean to give MORE than 100%?
Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%?
We have all been to those meetings where someone wants you to give over 100%.
How about achieving 103%?
Here's a little mathematical formula that might help you answer these questions:
What makes up 100% in life?
If:
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
is represented as:
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26.
Then:
H-A-R-D-W-O-R-K
8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98%
and
K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E
11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96%
But,
A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E
1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100%
And,
B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T
21+12+12+19+8+9+20 = 103%
AND, look how far ass kissing will take you.
A-S-S-K-I-S-S-I-N-G
1+19+19+11+9+19+19+9+14+7 = 118%
So, one can then conclude with mathematical certainty that:
While Hard work and knowledge will get you close, And, Attitude will get you there,
Bullshit and Ass kissing will put you over the top.
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