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WELL… I THOUGHT I WAS, TILL NOW !!!
“The ones that don’t question the rules end up making rules.”
Begin forwarded message:
The Good news:
It was a normal day in Sharon Springs, Kansas, when a Union Pacific crew boarded a loaded coal train for the long trek to Salina.
The Bad news:
Just a few miles into the trip a wheel bearing became overheated and melted, letting a metal support drop down and grind on the rail, creating white hot molten metal droppings spewing down to the rail.The Good news:
A very alert crew noticed smoke about halfway back in the train and immediately stopped the train in compliance with the Governmental Regulations.The Bad news:
The train stopped with the hot wheel over a wooden bridge with creosote ties and trusses. When the crew tried to explain to higher-ups they needed to move the train, they were instructed not to move the train because Federal Regulations prohibit moving the train when a part is defective.The pictures tell the rest…. As always, the Government knows what is best for us!
REMEMBER, RULES ARE RULES!
Don’t ever let common sense get in the way of a Government Regulation.
It’s always a scary day when the government is in charge!
Und sie sitzen auch bei uns wieder am Werk: in Bern an der Sommersession!
Reminds me of when I was younger. I was asked in school and elsewhere for that matter that great rhetorical question:
“Just who do you think you are to question the rules???”
The ones that don’t question the rules end up making rules like this.
Dorothy and Edna, two “senior” widows, are talking.
Dorothy: “That nice George Johnson asked me out for a date. I know you went out with him last week, and I wanted to talk with you about him before I give him my answer.”
Edna: “Well, I’ll tell you. He shows up at my apartment punctually at 7 pm, dressed like such a gentleman in a fine suit, and he brings me such beautiful flowers! Then he takes me downstairs. And what’s there; a limousine, uniformed chauffeur and all. Then he takes me out for dinner; a marvelous dinner, lobster, champagne, dessert, and after-dinner drinks. Then we go see a show. Let me tell you Dorothy, I enjoyed it so much I could have just died from pleasure! So then we are coming back to my apartment and he turns into an ANIMAL. Completely crazy, he tears off my expensive new dress and has his way with me three times!”
Linda could never get her husband to do anything
around the house.
James would come home from work, sit in front of the
TV, eat dinner, and sit some more…
He would never do those little household repairs that
most husbands take care of.
This frustrated Linda quite a bit.
One day, the toilet stopped up.
When James got home, she said sweetly,
“Honey, the toilet is clogged. Would you look at it?”
Her husband snarled,
“What do I look like? The Tidy-Bowl Man?”
and sat down on the sofa.
The next day, the garbage disposal wouldn’t work.
When James got home, she said, very nicely,
“Honey, the disposal won’t work. Would you try to fix it for me?”
Once again, he growled,
“What do I look like? Mr. Plumber?”
The next day, the washing machine was on the blink.
When her husband got home,
Linda steeled her courage and said,
“Honey, the washer isn’t running. Would you check it?”
And again, she was met with a snarl,
“What do I look like? The Maytag Repairman?”
Finally, she had had enough.
The next morning, Lisa called three repairmen to
fix the toilet, the garbage disposal, and the washer.
When her husband got home, she said,
“Honey, I had the repairmen out today.”
He frowned, “Well, how much is that going to cost?”
“Well honey, they all said I could pay them by baking
them a cake, or having passionate fun with them.”
“Well, what kind of cakes did you bake them?”
he asked.
She smiled, and says:
“What do I look like? Betty Crocker?”
🙂
‘With what money?’ demanded his parents. They knew what a Chevrolet Avalanche cost.
‘Well,’ said the boy, ‘this one cost me just fifteen dollars.’
‘It was the lady up the street,’ said the boy. I don’t know her name -they just moved in. She saw me ride past on my bike and asked me if I wanted to buy a Chevrolet Avalanche for fifteen dollars.’
‘Oh my Goodness!,’ moaned the mother, ‘she must be a child abuser. Who knows what she will do next? John, you go right up there and see what’s going on.’
‘Well,’ she said, ‘this morning I got a phone call from my husband. (I thought he was on a business trip, but learned from a friend he had run off to Hawaii with his mistress and really doesn’t intend to come back).
He claimed he was stranded and needed cash, and asked me to sell his new Chevrolet Avalanche and send him the money.
So I did.’
(Are women good or what?)
During my physical examination, my doctor asked me about my physical activity level.
I described a typical day, “Well, yesterday afternoon, I took a five hour walk about 7 miles through some pretty rough terrain. I waded along the edge of a lake. I pushed my way through brambles. I got sand in my shoes and my eyes. I avoided standing on a snake. I climbed several rocky hills. I took a few ‘leaks’ behind some big trees. The mental stress of it all left me shattered. At the end of it all I drank eight beers.”
Inspired by the story, the doctor said, “You must be one hell of an outdoors man!”
“No,” I replied, “I’m just a shit golfer.”
The baby wouldn’t take it, so she said,