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Had To Post This To Get Some Laughs...

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curiousL

Daytona...what a blast...
Living Will

While I was watching the NFL playoff games one weekend,
my wife and I got into a conversation about life and death,
and the need for living wills.

During the course of the conversation I told her that I never
wanted to exist in a vegetative state, dependent on some
machine and taking fluids from a bottle.

She got up, unplugged the TV and threw out all my Jack Daniels.
Sometimes it's tough being married to a smart...!
 
nathan.richard said:
Sounds like you got a keeper! LOL

Nathan
Click to expand...

Sorry I should have been more clear that was a joke that a friend sent me! Thanks I am glad you thought it was funny!
 
I got one to add y'all will appreciate.

I Love Mustard (This is a true story. If you have children you
will probably relate to this father.)

As ham sandwiches go, it was perfection: a thick slab of ham on
a fresh bun with crisp lettuce and plenty of expensive, light
brown, gourmet mustard. The corners of my jaw aching in anticipation, I carried it to the table in our backyard, picked it up with both hands but was stopped by my wife suddenly at my
side.

"Here, hold Johnny (our six-week-old son) while I get my
sandwich," she said.

I had him balanced between my left elbow and shoulder and was
reaching again for the ham sandwich when I noticed a streak of
mustard on my fingers.

I love mustard.

I had no napkin.

I licked it off.

It was not mustard.

No man ever put a baby down faster. It was the first and only time I have sprinted with my tongue protruding. With a washcloth in each hand, I did the sort of routine shoeshine boys do; only I did it on my tongue.

Later, after she stopped crying from laughing so hard, my wife said,"Now you know why they call that fancy mustad. "Poupon."
 
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