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Be careful around old people

A tour bus driver is driving with a bus full of seniors down a highway when he is tapped on his shoulder by a little old lady. She offers him a handful of peanuts, which he gratefully munches up.


After about 15 minutes, she taps him on his shoulder again and she hands him another handful of peanuts.  She repeats this gesture about five more times. When she is about to hand him another batch again he asks the little old lady why they don't eat the peanuts themselves.


"We can't chew them because we've no teeth", she replied. The puzzled driver asks, "Why do you buy them then?" The old lady replied,  "We just love the chocolate around them."

It pays to be careful around old people!


danke Manni :-)

Beatrice 15.05.2006, 23.03 | (0/0) Kommentare | TB | PL

Nur gut

- dass ich kein Eis mag -wahrscheinlich hat mich mein gutes Gefühl davor bewahrt

Beatrice 26.01.2005, 17.08 | (0/0) Kommentare | TB | PL

Noch was zu Weihnachten

Eine Blondine zur anderen: Dieses Jahr fällt Weihnachten auf einen Freitag. Sagt die andere: Hoffentlich nicht auf einen 13.!

via Newsletter "sinnsprueche.de"

Beatrice 27.12.2004, 10.10 | (2/1) Kommentare (RSS) | TB | PL

Herbst und Winter

treffen sich beim Apotheker um die Ecke. Der Herbst zum Apotheker: "Guten Tag, mich fröstelt so und mir tropft es vom Körper und den Haaren - richtig gehend Schweissausbrüche habe ich - ich glaub, ich bekomme ne dicke Erkältung." Da fängt der Winter fürchterlich zum Lachen an: "Nix Erkältung: Sie kriegen nen Winter!" 



Beatrice 08.11.2004, 18.32 | (1/0) Kommentare (RSS) | TB | PL

Tja

A man had placed some flowers on the grave of his dearly departed mother and started back toward his car when his attention was diverted to another man kneeling at a grave. The man seemed to be praying with profound intensity and kept repeating, "Why did you have to die? Why did you have to die?"

The first man was deeply moved by such an outpouring of grief. He approached the man on his knees and said, "Sir, I don't wish to interfere with your private grief, but this demonstration of pain is more than I've ever seen before. For whom do you mourn so deeply? A child? A parent?"

The mourner tooka moment to collect himself, then replied through his sobs, "My wife's first husband."

Beatrice 17.07.2004, 09.49 | (1/0) Kommentare (RSS) | TB | PL

Hallo und willkommen auf meinem Gedankensprudler. Seit 2002 fuehre ich dieses Blog, das prall gefuellt ist, mit allem was mir Freude bereitet, mich bewegt und inspiriert - frei nach dem Motto "Life is about using the whole box of crayons".


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