An Inspirational story to Cheer up snafu.

eisanbt

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There was once a temple of fryers in a small European town. They'd been around for ages and ages but it was becoming too hard to keep the temple open due to the rising costs of necessities and the decreasing number of people contributing to the holy place. The Fryers came up with a plan, part of their daily routines involved gardening and over the years they'd become quite good at it!

The idea was to start selling the flowers they grew. In this way they'd be beautifying the town and able to provide for the temple. The problem was they'd become far too successful and the Hardeys, a family of flourists, who depended on it for their livlyhood, were now getting less and less business as everyone was going to the fryers. They figured they'd explain the situation to the fryers and they'd stop. This was not the case, they refused to stop saying that gods temple needed it and that was more importent, they could get other jobs! This was a disgrace and the Hardeys needed their business back so they devised a plan.

They took the last of their funds and headed down to the local Pub, a seedy hole of drunken brawlers. They asked the bar tender who he thought was the best fighter, he pointed to a 7ft man in the corner and said "That fella there is Hugh McHaggard, the toughest guy in town!" So they went over and bought him a drink then offered all their money if he'd go and stop the fryers in whatever way he saw fit, this way they wouldn't get the direct blame. He agreed and quickly made his wayoutside the temple and smashed their operations to bits as well as kicking a fryer or two in the process. They were ruined and the Hardeys were back in business!!

This goes to show that only Hugh can prevent Flourist Fryers. ;)

 

snafu

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The other day, I met a girl named Joy

She said, Come here, I'm going to make you my Joy Boy

Well, things went good, things went bad

Now every time I think of Joy it makes me sad

It makes me . . . sad

The other day, I met a girl named Joy

She said, Roy, I'm going to make you my Joy Boy

Well, she took me for a ride, sort of a joy ride

Now every time I think of Joy, I get all weird inside

Sung:

Joy to the world was a beautiful girl

But to me Joy meant only sorrow

Spoken:

Now, if you haven't got an answer, you'd never have a question


And if you never had a question, then you'd never have a problem



But if you never had a problem, well everyone would be happy



But if everyone was happy, there'd never be a love song


Joy to the world was a beautiful girl

But to me Joy meant only sorrow

The other day, I met a girl named Joy

She said, Come here, I'm going to make you all clammy inside

Well, things went good, things went bad

Things went good and things went bad

Good, bad, good, bad, good, bad

Sung:

Joy to the world was a beautiful girl

But to me Joy meant only sorrow

Joy to the world was a beautiful girl

But to me Joy meant only sorrow

 

Cogito Ergo Sum

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Uh...Uh...okay? Um... Did I miss something there?

Oh I know... You're just seriously baked aren't you? :rolleyes:

Here's an inspirational story you ninnie!

Once upon a time...

Jack and Jill went up the hill, each with a buck and a quarter,

When they came down, Jack was smiling, and Jill had two - fifty, the ****.

The end.

 

snafu

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I guess it works better if you actually hear the song. I was ****** at work and needed to think of something funny. That song popped up. :rolleyes:

(Nillson Son of Schmillson)

 

builder

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Dear Diary,

For my fiftieth birthday this year, my husband (the sweet dear) purchased me a week of personal training at the local health club.

Although I am still in great shape (from playing on my high school netball team), I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try.

I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Bruce, who described himself as a 26 year aerobics instructor, and model for athletic clothing and swim wear.

My husband seemed pleased with my sudden enthusiasm to get started.

Well, the club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress, so here it goes:

Monday:

Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Bruce waiting for me.

He is something of a Greek *** - with blond hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!!

Bruce gave me a tour and showed me the machines. He took my pulse after five minutes on the treadmill. He was alarmed that my pulse was so fast,but I attribute it to standing next to him in his Lycra aerobic outfit.

I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which he conducted his aerobics class after my work-out today. Very inspiring. Bruce was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time he was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!

Tuesday:

I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door.

Bruce made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air.Then he put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. Bruce's rewarding smile made it all worthwhile.

I feel GREAT!! It's a whole new life for me.

Wednesday:

The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop.

I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot. Bruce was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members.

His voice is a little too perky for early in the morning and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying. My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Bruce put me on the stair monster. Why the **** would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Bruce told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. He said some other **** too.

Thursday:

Bruce was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his thin,cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl.

I couldn't help being a half an hour late, it took me that long to tie my shoes. Bruce took me to work out with dumbells. When he wasn't looking, I ran and hid in the men's room. He sent Lars to find me, then, as punishment, put me on the rowing machine - which I sank.

Friday:

I hate that ******* Bruce more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic little cheerleader. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat him with it. Bruce wanted me to work on my triceps.

I don't have any triceps. And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the #$%^!@ barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. (Which I am sure you learned in the ****** school you attended and graduated magna *** laude from.)

The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?

Saturday:

Bruce left a message on my answering machine in his grating, shrilly voice wondering why I didn't show up today. Just hearing him made me want to smash the machine with my planner. However, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the @#$% Weather Channel.

Sunday:

I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank *** that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my husband (the *******) will choose a gift for me that is fun.......like a root canal or a hysterectomy.

 

RoyalOrleans

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There was once a temple of fryers in a small European town.
Which inevitably, ladies and gentlemen, led to the emergence of Kentucky Fried Chicken. Nothing like fried chicken and watching the Spanish do that voodoo that they do so well.

 

TheJenn88

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Which inevitably, ladies and gentlemen, led to the emergence of Kentucky Fried Chicken. Nothing like fried chicken and watching the Spanish do that voodoo that they do so well.

Ahahaha, you saw that, too?

I couldn't concentrate on your story, eisan. It's friars. I kept getting an image of people who work in fast food places in my head, instead of..well, friars.

 
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