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Mandy, my granddaughter, set me a whole slew of editorial cartoons about gas prices a while back. Here's one of them. Wait... I don't hear anyone laughing. I wonder why?~~~
Random Thoughts
In more than one place in the rural south, you're likely to find a place that serves food and gas, with a sign out front that say, "Eat here and Gas Up." I never stop at those places.
Also, we used to see signs that just said "EAT" in big letters. I never thought that was a way to entice someone to stop and dine. Click here for samples of some of the EAT signs.
Do you remember seeing signs outside motels that said, "Air Conditioning, TVs, Telephones". (Yes, but not in a long while.) Now you see them plugging "Free Wireless Access, SPA Facilities, etc." Things change over time. Our expectations continue to grow. I think we Americans are spoiled. Are we spoiled? Read this article, Made in the USA: Spoiled brats, by Craig R. Smith. The article presents an interesting perspective, and may help us to see ourselves for what we really are.
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Quote of the Day
Quote of the Day
When a man points a finger at someone else, he should remember that four of his fingers are pointing at himself.
~Louis Nizer
Joke of the Day
~Louis Nizer
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Joke of the Day
This guy was walking along the beach when he came across this salt-encrusted piece of metal.
He worked for an hour or so to remove the salt. Lo and behold it was a very old oil lamp.
The guy started to buff it to remove the dirt deposits when "poof" a genie appeared.
This genie, like all genies, was so happy to be freed of the lamp that he granted the guy three wishes.
"I wish to be a dollar richer than Bill Gates, " says the guy.
"Guy," the genie said, "You will forever be a dollar richer than Bill Gates. What's your second wish."
"Genie, I want the most expensive Porsche made: Fire engine red, on board GPS and the finest audio system ever installed in an automobile."
"That's easy, Guy," says the genie. He waves his hand and best car anybody had ever seen pops out of the lamp.
The genie then asks the guy for his third wish.
The guy mulls the problem over and over. A girl-- nah, with billions and billions of dollars he certainly had become a chick magnet. World peace? Only wackos want that. The guy found a reason not to wish for anything that came to his mind.
"Genie," the guy said, "I can't think of anything now. May I save the third wish for later."
"Gee, this is most unusual. But you hold the hammer, I can't escape from this lamp until you make a third wish. Whenever you make your wish, I will be ready," and whoosh the genie disappears into the lamp.
The guy carefully picks up the now-ever-so-valuable lamp and places it in the seat beside him in the fire engine red Porsche. He turns the radio on to balance the sounds and makes all the other adjustments needed to get his great audio system customized to his ears.
After that, he pulled off the beach and headed south along the Pacific Coast Highway.
Soon he was up to 60, then 70, then 80. The Porsche handled perfectly.
The guy was so happy that he began to sing along with the familiar commercial on the radio. "Oh, I wish I was an Oscar-Mayer Wiener..."
He worked for an hour or so to remove the salt. Lo and behold it was a very old oil lamp.
The guy started to buff it to remove the dirt deposits when "poof" a genie appeared.
This genie, like all genies, was so happy to be freed of the lamp that he granted the guy three wishes.
"I wish to be a dollar richer than Bill Gates, " says the guy.
"Guy," the genie said, "You will forever be a dollar richer than Bill Gates. What's your second wish."
"Genie, I want the most expensive Porsche made: Fire engine red, on board GPS and the finest audio system ever installed in an automobile."
"That's easy, Guy," says the genie. He waves his hand and best car anybody had ever seen pops out of the lamp.
The genie then asks the guy for his third wish.
The guy mulls the problem over and over. A girl-- nah, with billions and billions of dollars he certainly had become a chick magnet. World peace? Only wackos want that. The guy found a reason not to wish for anything that came to his mind.
"Genie," the guy said, "I can't think of anything now. May I save the third wish for later."
"Gee, this is most unusual. But you hold the hammer, I can't escape from this lamp until you make a third wish. Whenever you make your wish, I will be ready," and whoosh the genie disappears into the lamp.
The guy carefully picks up the now-ever-so-valuable lamp and places it in the seat beside him in the fire engine red Porsche. He turns the radio on to balance the sounds and makes all the other adjustments needed to get his great audio system customized to his ears.
After that, he pulled off the beach and headed south along the Pacific Coast Highway.
Soon he was up to 60, then 70, then 80. The Porsche handled perfectly.
The guy was so happy that he began to sing along with the familiar commercial on the radio. "Oh, I wish I was an Oscar-Mayer Wiener..."
~ Thanks Cousin Don for the above joke!
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