Sunday Night “Humor While We Wait” Posted by Mot at TNT

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Mot:  “Great…how do you want your eggs?“…the waiter asked.

A COUPLE went to breakfast at a restaurant where the “seniors' special” was two Eggs, Bacon, Hash Browns, and Toast for $2.99.

“Sounds good,” the wife said…“but I don't want the eggs..”

“Then, I'll have to charge you $3.49 because you're ordering a la carte,”…the waiter warned her.

“You mean I'd have to pay for not taking the eggs?”…the wife asked incredulously.

“YES!”… stated the waiter.

“I'll take the special then,”…the wife said..

“Great…how do you want your eggs?“…the waiter asked.

“Raw and in the shell,”…the wife replied.

She took the two eggs home and baked a cake.

DON'T MESS WITH SENIORS!!!

WE'VE been around the block more than once!…

Mot ....... lets get on with it -- K !!!!

Mot . and Soooo - what was the 80s Like???? 

Mot .. Started to Get the Hang of This!!!! 

Mot:  Now YOu KNows 2 !!!! 

Mot: .. Sooooooooo Weird it is!!!

Friday Night “Humor While We Wait”

The Difference Between Man and Woman!  

Let's say a guy named Fred is attracted to a woman named Martha. He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of them is seeing anybody else.

And then, one evening when they're driving home, a thought occurs to Martha, and, without really thinking, she says it aloud: "Do you realize that, as of tonight, we've been seeing each other for exactly six months?"

And then, there is silence in the car.

To Martha, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself: I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he's been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I'm trying to push him into some kind of obligation that he doesn't want, or isn't sure of.

And Fred is thinking: Gosh. Six months.

And Martha is thinking: But, hey, I'm not so sure I want this kind of relationship either. Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so I'd have time to think about whether I really want us to keep going the way we are, moving steadily towards, I mean, where are we going? Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of intimacy? Are we heading toward marriage? Toward children? Toward a lifetime together? Am I ready for that level of commitment? Do I really even know this person?

And Fred is thinking: ...so that means it was...let's see...February when we started going out, which was right after I had the car at the dealer's, which means...lemme check the odometer...Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here.

And Martha is thinking: He's upset. I can see it on his face. Maybe I'm reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed - even before I sensed it - that I was feeling some reservations. Yes, I bet that's it. That's why he's so reluctant to say anything about his own feelings. He's afraid of being rejected.

And Fred is thinking: And I'm gonna have them look at the transmission again. I don't care what those morons say, it's still not shifting right. And they better not try to blame it on the cold weather this time. What cold weather? It's 87 degrees out, and this thing is shifting like a garbage truck, and I paid those incompetent thieves $600.

And Martha is thinking: He's angry. And I don't blame him. I'd be angry, too. I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I can't help the way I feel. I'm just not sure.

And Fred is thinking: They'll probably say it's only a 90-day warranty...scumballs.

And Martha is thinking: Maybe I'm just too idealistic, waiting for a knight to come riding up on his white horse, when I'm sitting right next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a person I truly do care about, a person who seems to truly care about me. A person who is in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl romantic fantasy.

And Fred is thinking: Warranty? They want a warranty? I'll give them a warranty. I'll take their warranty and stick it right up their...

"Fred," Martha says aloud.

"What?" says Fred, startled.

"Please don't torture yourself like this," she says, her eyes beginning to brim with tears. "Maybe I should never have...oh dear, I feel so..."(She breaks down, sobbing.)

"What?" says Fred.

"I'm such a fool," Martha sobs. "I mean, I know there's no knight. I really know that. It's silly. There's no knight, and there's no horse."

"There's no horse?" says Fred.

"You think I'm a fool, don't you?" Martha says.

"No!" says Fred, glad to finally know the correct answer.

"It's just that...it's that I...I need some time," Martha says.

(There is a 15-second pause while Fred, thinking as fast as he can, tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he comes up with one that he thinks might work.)

"Yes," he says. (Martha, deeply moved, touches his hand.)

"Oh, Fred, do you really feel that way?" she says.

"What way?" says Fred.

"That way about time," says Martha.

"Oh," says Fred. "Yes." (Martha turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially if it involves a horse. At last she speaks.)

"Thank you, Fred," she says.

"Thank you," says Fred.

Then he takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted, tortured soul, and weeps until dawn, whereas when Fred gets back to his place, he opens a bag of Doritos, turns on the TV, and immediately becomes deeply involved in a rerun of a college basketball game between two South Dakota junior colleges that he has never heard of. A tiny voice in the far recesses of his mind tells him that something major was going on back there in the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would ever understand what, and so he figures it's better if he doesn't think about it.

The next day Martha will call her closest friend, or perhaps two of them, and they will talk about this situation for six straight hours. In painstaking detail, they will analyze everything she said and everything he said, going over it time and time again, exploring every word, expression, and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering every possible ramification.

They will continue to discuss this subject, off and on, for weeks, maybe months, never reaching any definite conclusions, but never getting bored with it either.

Meanwhile, Fred, while playing racquetball one day with a mutual friend of his and Martha's, will pause just before serving, frown, and say: "Norm, did Martha ever own a horse?"

And that's the difference between men and women.

“Mothers Day Bits and Pieces” Posted by Mot at TNT

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Mot:  ...... the woman at the end of the street

We live about a half mile from the bus stop.

There are nine kids (including my three) who live along the half mile stretch leading to the bus stop.

My kids love taking the bus because they love hanging out, talking and playing with their friends before the bus arrives.

There’s a family who lives right at the end of the street close to the bus stop.

The youngest daughter is about to graduate from high school and will leave for college in a couple months.

It could go either way living near the bus stop.

You could be annoyed that there are nine kids running around and having fun right outside your house 180 mornings and afternoons of the year.

Or you could welcome it.

The mom (already missing her daughter before she has even graduated from high school) loves having the kids around.

She lets them play with her dog whenever they want to.

She lets them play football and tag and climb the tree in her front yard.

She also lets them keep their bikes, scooters, skateboards, helmets, footballs, basketballs, frisbees, baseball gloves and whatever else they bring to the bus stop at her house when the bus arrives.

Then they can grab their stuff when they get off the bus after school and hang out and play and ride their bikes home.

So now, every morning, Kasen and Marit ride their bikes to the bus stop.

They get out the door ten or fifteen minutes earlier than they need to so they have time to ride bikes before school and have fun with their friends.

They actually rush out the door to go to school.

And they wouldn’t be able to do this if it weren’t for the amazing woman who welcomes and appreciates this group of kids every day.

There are so many ways to make this world a better place and the woman at the end of the street has mastered one of them.

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Mot: .. the MOM Voice Its real

Mot: .... Beeeeeeeeee Sure and Remember!!! ~~~~

Mot: ... Yaaaaaaaaaa - She Gets the Day Off!!!!!

Mot:  . Yeppers - one day 

Mot .... Anything Left OUt????

Mot: 12 Hours of Labor

Saturday Night “Humor While We Wait” By TNT Members

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Rem6330:  Church Ladies With Typewriters
  
They're Back!  Those wonderful Church Bulletins!  Thank God for the church ladies with typewriters.  These sentences actually appeared in church bulletins or were announced at church services:   
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The Fasting & Prayer Conference includes meals.
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Scoutsare saving aluminum cans, bottles and other items to be recycled Proceeds will be used to cripple children.
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The sermon this morning: 'Jesus Walks on the Water.  'The sermon tonight: 'Searching for Jesus.'
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Ladies, don't forget the rummage sale.  It's a chance to get rid of those things not worth keeping around the house.  Bring your husbands.
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Don't let worry kill you off - let the Church help.
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Miss Charlene Mason sang 'I will not pass this way again,' giving obvious pleasure to the congregation.
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For those of you who have children and don't know it, we have a nursery downstairs.
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Next Thursday there will be try-outs for the choir.  They need all the help they can get.
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Irving Benson and Jessie Carter were married on October 24 in the church.  So ends a friendship that began in their school days.
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A bean supper will be held on Tuesday evening in the church hall. Music will follow.
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At the evening service tonight, the sermon topic will be 'What Is Hell?'  Come early and listen to our choir practice.
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Eight new choir robes are currently needed due to the addition of several new members and to the deterioration of some older ones.
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Please place your donation in the envelope along with the deceased person you want remembered.
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The church will host an evening of fine dining, super entertainment and gracious hostility.
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Pot-luck supper Sunday at 5:00 PM - prayer and medication to follow.
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The ladies of the Church have cast off clothing of every kind.  They may be seen in the basement on Friday afternoon.
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This evening at 7 PM there will be a hymn singing in the park across from the Church.  Bring a blanket and come prepared to sin.
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The pastor would appreciate it if the ladies of the Congregation would lend him their electric girdles for the pancake breakfast next Sunday.
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Low Self Esteem Support Group will meet Thursday at 7 PM.  Please use the back door.
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The eighth-graders will be presenting Shakespeare's Hamlet in the Church basement Friday at 7 PM.  The congregation is invited to attend this tragedy.
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Weight Watchers will meet at 7 PM at the First Presbyterian Church.  Please use large double door at the side entrance.
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And this one just about sums them all up

The Associate Minister unveiled the church's new campaign slogan last Sunday: 'I Upped My Pledge - Up Yours.'

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Mot: .. Please!!!! - Please Nelson!! -- Let Us Know and Soooooon!!

Mot:  Excellent Motivation....... Women will love To exercise forever......

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cO7iCbtlcIc

Mot:  Nitro boat vs whiney girlfriend..................

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NgFhJN4H0T0

Saturday Night “Humor While We Wait” Posted by Mot at TNT

Mot:  RED SKELTON'S RECIPE FOR THE PERFECT MARRIAGE

1. Two times a week we go to a nice restaurant, have a little beverage, good food and companionship. She goes on Tuesdays, I go on Fridays.

2. We also sleep in separate beds. Hers is in California and mine is in Texas.

3. I take my wife everywhere, but she keeps finding her way back.

4. I asked my wife where she wanted to go for our anniversary. "Somewhere I haven't been in a long time!" she said. So I suggested the kitchen.

5. We always hold hands. If I let go, she shops.

6. She has an electric blender, electric toaster and electric bread maker. She said "There are too many gadgets, and no place to sit down!" So I bought her an electric chair.

7. My wife told me the car wasn't running well because there was water in the carburetor. I asked where the car was. She told me, "In the lake."

8. She got a mud pack and looked great for two days. Then the mud fell off.

9. She ran after the garbage truck, yelling, "Am I too late for the garbage?" The driver said, "No, jump in!".

10. Remember: Marriage is the number one cause of divorce.

11. I married Miss Right. I just didn't know her first name was 'Always'.

12. I haven't spoken to my wife in 18 months. I don't like to interrupt her.

13. The last fight was my fault though. My wife asked, "What's on the TV?"

I said, "Dust!".

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Mot:  The woman shut up, and quietly sat down as though in a daze.

After 30 years of marriage, a husband and wife went for counseling.

The wife went into a tirade, listing every problem they had ever had in the years they had been married.

 On and on and on, she went: neglect, lack of intimacy, emptiness, loneliness, feeling unloved and unlovable, an entire laundry-list of unmet needs she had endured.

 Finally, the therapist (who, BTW, is a man), got up, walked around the desk and, after asking the wife to stand, he embraced and kissed her, long and passionately, as her husband watched -- with a raised eyebrow.

 The woman shut up, and quietly sat down as though in a daze.

The therapist turned to the husband and told him, "This is what your wife needs at least three times a week. Can you do this?"

 "Well, I can drop her off here on Mondays and Wednesdays, but on Fridays, I play golf!"

Mot: .. Ya Knows this Marital Thingy! - Careful What Ya Agreeee to!!! K!

Mot: . Seasoning Cums at Ya frum Allll Angles!!!!

Mot: . Gotta Love Earl!! --- LOL 

Sunday Night “Humor While We Wait” 4-21-2024

Mot:  ... ooooooh - oooooh -oooooh deeeeer! - ((( Uve beeeeeen Warneded )))

 Olaf the Norseman is shopping at a supermarket when he comes across an old lady in a wheelchair, almost in tears.

"What's the matter?" asks Olaf.

"Oh," sobs the old lady. "I want to have a look at the frozen puddings but, as you can see, there are three steps down into the chiller cabinets."

"No problem," says Olaf, lifting her onto his back. "I'll take you."

Olaf strolls through the chiller cabinets with the old lady on his back. She selects several puddings and puts them in the basket he is carrying for her.

At the other end the old lady's husband is waiting with her wheelchair.

"I'd really like to thank you," says the old lady as Olaf sets her back down in the chair, "but I don't even know who you are!"

Olaf just waves and walks off.

"I was really worried about you," says the old lady's husband. "What have you been doing?"

She replies, "Well, I've been through the desserts on a Norse with no name."

Mot:  And asked, "Do you understand what cooperation is? What a team is?"

At one point during a game, the coach called one of his 9-year-old baseball players aside

And asked, "Do you understand what cooperation is? What a team is?"

"Yes, coach", replied the little boy. "

Do you understand that what matters is whether we win or lose together as a team?"

The little boy nodded in the affirmative.

"So," the coach continued, "I'm sure you know, when an out is called, you shouldn't argue,

curse the umpire or call him an ashole. Do you understand all that?"

Once more, the small boy nodded in agreement.

The coach continued, "And when I take you out of the game so that another boy gets a chance to play,

it's not a dumb-ass decision or that the coach is a shoothead is it?"

"No, coach."

"Good", said the coach. "Now go over there and explain all that to your grandmother.”

Credits Goes to the respective Author ~

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Mot:  Continues to simply Amaze me the important Facts of Life You find on the Net....

Mot:  .. and Yet Another ""Time Saving Tip"" frum ole Mot!!

Mot:  . This is Only theoretical ... Just Hasnt happened Yet!!!

Thursday Night "Humor While We Wait"

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Mot:  Pilot “Gripe Sheet”

After every flight, UPS pilots fill out a form, called a “gripe sheet,” which tells mechanics about problems with the aircraft. The mechanics correct the problems, document their repairs on the form, and then pilots review the gripe sheets before the next flight.

Never let it be said that ground crews lack a sense of humor. Here are some actual maintenance complaints submitted by UPS pilots (marked with a P) and the solutions recorded (marked with an S) by maintenance engineers.

P: Left inside main tire almost needs replacement.

S: Almost replaced left inside main tire.

P: Test flight OK, except auto-land very rough.

S: Auto-land not installed on this aircraft.

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P: Something loose in cockpit

S: Something tightened in cockpit

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P: Dead bugs on windshield.

S: Live bugs on back-order.

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P: Autopilot in altitude-hold mode produces a 200 feet per minute descent

S: Cannot reproduce problem on ground.

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P: Evidence of leak on right main landing gear.

S: Evidence removed.

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P: DME volume unbelievably loud.

S: DME volume set to more believable level.

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P: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick.

S: That’s what friction locks are for.

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P: IFF inoperative in OFF mode.

S: IFF always inoperative in OFF mode.

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P: Number 3 engine missing.

S: Engine found on right wing after brief search.

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P: Aircraft handles funny.

S: Aircraft warned to: straighten up, fly right, and be serious.

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P: Target radar hums.

S: Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics.

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P: Mouse in cockpit.

S: Cat installed.

Mot:  ITS A MAN THING.

 As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper's cemetery in the Kentucky back country.

As I was not familiar with the backwoods,I got lost and, being a typical man,

I didn't stop for directions.

I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch.

I felt badly and apologized to the men for being late.I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in place.

 I didn't know what else to do, so I started to play.

The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around.I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends.I played like I've never played before for this homeless man and as I played 'Amazing Grace,' the workers began to weep.

They wept, I wept, we all wept together.When I finished I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. Though my head hung low, my heart was full.

 As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, "I never seen nothin' like that before and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years."

Apparently I'm still lost....it's a man thing........

Mot: Siiggghhhhhh - How do They Survive!!??? 

Mot:  .... and Just How Do Ya Read the California Signs - anyways????

Saturday Night "Humor While We Wait" Posted by Mot at TNT

Mot:  ... Amazing!!! MORE Top Information frum ole ""Mot"" of course!!

April 1 is named FOOL'S DAY, after Steve April.

 He was born on 1st April 1579.

 He did 105 businesses in his lifetime.

 He lost all his father's assets, and so everyone started calling him father of the fools.

 At 19, he married a 61-year-old woman who divorced him after a year because of his foolishness.

 He used to read all kinds of fake stories like you are doing now.

Mot:  . and Whats Ur -

Mot:  ............. Oooooooooooops!!!

Mot:  ..... ???? What Happened to the Green uns????

Mot: ... Meanwhile in Texas

Mot:  . Now Cotton, Now Carrot. Now --- HUH!!!????

Mot:  .... Now Ya Knows the Truth bout Easter Island…..

Friday Night "Humor While We Wait" 3-22-2024

TNT:

Mot: ..Well, I've officially lost my mind...just thought you all should know.

Well, I've officially lost my mind...just thought you all should know.

The other night I was packing for a trip and I wanted to bring my favorite pajamas.

I checked my dresser drawer and they weren't in there so I checked the hamper. No pajamas.

Checked the random clothing on the floor. Not there either.

Checked the washer. Checked the dryer. No pajamas.

Baffled at this point, I began checking the kids' hampers. No pajamas.

Checked the kids' dressers to see if they were put in there by accident.

Still no pajamas.

As I walk into my bathroom thinking, "how can somebody lose PAJAMAS?" I FINALLY see them.

Staring back at me in the mirror.

BECAUSE I AM WEARING THEM.

If that isn't a middle-aged slap in the face, I don't know what is.

Mot:  .. After getting all of the Popes luggage loaded into the limo

After getting all of the Popes luggage loaded into the limo, (and he doesn't travel light), the driver notices that the Pope is still standing on the curb.

"Excuse me, Your Holiness," says the driver, "Would you please take your seat so we can leave?"

"Well, to tell you the truth," says the Pope, "they never let me drive at the Vatican, and I'd really like to drive today."

"I'm sorry but I cannot let you do that. I'd lose my job! And what if something should happen?" protests the driver, wishing he'd never gone to work that morning.

"There might be something extra in it for you," says the Pope.

Reluctantly, the driver gets in the back as the Pope climbs in behind the wheel. The driver quickly regrets his decision when, after exiting the airport, the Pontiff floors it, accelerating the limo to 105 mph.

"Please slow down, Your Holiness!!!" pleads the worried driver, but the Pope keeps the pedal to the metal until they hear sirens.

"Oh, dear God, I'm gonna lose my license," moans the driver.

The Pope pulls over and rolls down the window as the cop approaches, but the cop takes one look at him, goes back to his motorcycle, and gets on the radio.

"I need to talk to the Chief," he says to the dispatcher.

The Chief gets on the radio and the cop tells him that he's stopped a limo going a hundred and five.

"So bust him," says the Chief.

"I don't think we want to do that, he's really important," said the cop.

The Chief exclaimed," All the more reason!"

"No, I mean really important," said the cop.

The Chief then asked, "Who ya got there, the Mayor?"

Cop: "Bigger."

Chief: "Governor?"

Cop: "Bigger."

"Well," said the Chief, "Who is it?"

Cop: "I think it's God!"

Chief: "What makes you think it's God?"

Cop: "He's got the Pope as a chauffeur!!"

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Mot: .. Value of a Good Education?? - Priceless!!!!

Mot: List of Sins

Mot: Conversations with a daughter

Mot:  ..... siiiggghhhhhh -- will I Be Able to Sleep tonight!!! 

"Happy St. Patrick's Day "Humor While We Wait" posted by Mot at TNT

Mot: Irish Sunday School

How to get to Heaven from Ireland

I was testing children in my Dublin Sunday school class to see if they understood the concept of getting to heaven. I asked them,

'If I sold my house and my car, had a big garage sale and gave all my  money to the church, would that get me into heaven?'

'NO!' the children answered.

'If I cleaned the church every day, mowed the garden, and kept everything tidy, would that get me into heaven?'

Again, the answer was 'NO!'

By now I was starting to smile. 'Well, then, if I was kind to animals and gave sweets to all the children, and loved my husband, would that get me into heaven?

Again, they all answered 'NO!'. I was just bursting with pride for them. I continued, 'Then how can I get into heaven?'

A six year-old boy shouted out: "YUV GOTTA BE DEAD.SILLY..."

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Mot:  An Irishman walks into a bar in Dublin, orders three pints of Guinness and...........

An Irishman walks into a bar in Dublin, orders three pints of Guinness and sits in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn. When he finished all three, he comes back to the bar and orders three more.

The bartender says to him, ‘You know, a pint goes flat after I draw it; it would taste better if you bought one at a time.’ The Irishman replies, ‘Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is in America, the other in Australia, and I’m here in Dublin. When we all left home, we promised that we’d drink this way to remember the days we all drank together.

‘The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it there. The Irishman becomes a regular in the bar and always drinks the same way: he orders three pints and drinks the three pints by taking drinks from each of them in turn.

One day, he comes in and orders two pints. All the other regulars in the bar notice and fall silent. When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says, ‘I don’t want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on your great loss.’

The Irishman looks confused for a moment, then a lights dawns in his eye and he laughs. ‘Oh, no, ‘ he says, ‘Everyone is fine. I’ve just quit drinking!

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Mot: Yeppers!! -- Its' OK to ~~~~~Pretend to be Irish

Mot: ... Word to the Wise!!!

Mot: Yep!! Another Weather Telling Tip!!! But Ya Has to be Irish!!! ~~~~ oh ~~ From Mot of course ~~~

Mot:  The ole Irish Beer Troubleshooting Chart !!!...........

"We're All In This Together" by Dr. Dinar

From Recaps Archives………

We're All In This Together    by Dr. Dinar

So, here we are, new Month of a new year…….And we're still broke and waiting.

How can that be. It makes absolutely no sense whatsoever.

For those of you that have been around for a good number of years I'm sure you'll remember the feeling of praying that your IQD order would arrive in time.

After all, we only had a couple few short days before the RV was gonna "pop" and you'd hate to miss out on such a "once in a lifetime, too good to be true" event simply because the Fed Ex driver threw your package on the wrong porch.

Even worse, some of the rumors floating around back then painted a horrifying picture of a convoy of Fed Ex drivers pullin' a mutiny, driving their trucks overflowing with dinar deliveries straight down the Overseas Highway to Key West, grabbin' hold of their Pirate's Booty shortly before scramblin' aboard a fast boat to the Bahamas, never to be seen nor heard from again.

Fortunately for all of us, that super scary scenario never materialized.

Just as the "this RV is gonna pop in the next two weeks" rumor window never came true. Just another rumor.

Was this our formal introduction to the RV Rumormill? Looking back, as it turns out I guess you could say it was.

Did we recognize it at the time? Nope. We just thought it was someone's way too overactive imagination, once again, running away with them. Or with our IQD as it were.

Which, for the most apart, was easily understandable.

I mean, there we were. A bunch of regular everyday folks from all walks of life, perhaps 1% of us at most having any prior experience dealing with foreign currency at any level, expecting to turn a thousand dollars into millions.

Talk about insane, we were pretty much the default Poster Children for insanity.

In fact, back then I'll bet you could check the internet for the definition of the word lunatic and chances are you'd see a photo of a typical Dinarian.

Or as we were so affectionately known to the higher-ups back then, a Toothless Crackhead.

 Sure, you could  say we were totally gullible but we couldn't avoid being lured in by people that claimed to know someone high up that we didn't know nor had any hopes of knowing.

Someone that supposedly knew someone who really knew something secret about something we'd never know anything about.

But it's not like we were waiting outside a Casino in Reno, hoping to get invited in to join an exclusively elusive Group. Now THAT would be insane.

Okay, so yeah, we were pretty much fish in a barrel, waiting for the gun to go off.

Add to that most of us being completely surrounded by a sea of naysaying Wives, Brother in Law's, Cousins, Barbers, Gardeners, Hairdressers, Baristas, you name it, all of them thinking we should be locked up in a nearby random Rubber Room because we'd obviously lost our minds.

Therefore it was easily understandable that an inmate or two had flown the Cuckoo's Nest and somehow managed to get such an unbelievable rumor bouncing around in Dinarland.

However, what we didn't know was just how prevalent the rumors would come to be.

Not to mention each one out to outdo the current level of insanity, taking the extreme to new and never before seen heights.

In the beginning it was all Iraq, all the time. And so you'd think they'd eventually run out of "stuff" to blab about. But oh how wrong you'd be in thinking such a thing.

From Maliki's relentlessly moronic monkey business to Talibani's having a heart attack and being flown to Germany one day, only to be spotted playing a quick 18 holes with Allawi, Barzani and Shabibi at Baghdad Country Club the next day, it was easy to see there was nowhere these Rumorians were afraid to tread.

Nothing was off limits for them. After all, they had a ready-made audience starving for camel crumbs, ready, willing, and able to devour what few nuggets came floating their way.

Again, easily understandable because for the majority of us Iraq was like the lost city of Atlantis.

A place we'd all heard of, hoping it existed, but for 98% of us a place that only existed on our computer monitors and TV screens.

What we did have was hope. Faith. Believing that as ridiculous as some of the rumors were, we still had to believe that Iraq was real.

Therefore the RV was real as well.

And based on our research (since we had plenty of time to do lots of research), Iraq was indeed real.

Even if most of the "stories" emanating from the Green Zone weren't.

As time went on, the GCR digging in and getting some traction, they continually turned up the rumor wick, creating some of the most "off the wall" rumors you can imagine.

It was almost as if they'd hired a team of Hollywood screenwriters (which, come to think of it, was another rumor floating around at the time) to constantly keep the World of Confusium well fed.

With each new Country and currency added to the "baskets", along came a fresh supply of hopium to keep all of Dinarleand overflowing with insanity.

Just when you thought it couldn't get any crazier, there was an Alien Clone Prepper wearing a gold tie holding a fringeless New Republic flag waiting just around the next corner, anxious to prove you wrong.

That has been the one constant in all of this. The constant rumors.

We've always been told that as we near the end of this journey we'd see a decrease in the amount of currency available for purchase.

We'll never really know if that's true or not. And to be honest, it would take an awful lot for me to believe it anyway.

But one thing we'll never see is any decrease in the creative minds constantly conjuring up more rumors for us to run on.

Why would they stop. It's the fool... oops, I mean "fuel" of Dinarland.

Continually keeping everyone looking over here, while the real going's-on will always remain over there.

Behind the curtain, never to be known by us regular folks.

And if it's in the news, it's only because it's either already happened or it's what they want you to believe is happening.

Nothing whatsoever to do with what we want to know.

Regardless of who or what you believe, as crazy as it may seem, at the end of the day the one "dependable" we can all depend on is our belief in the RV/GCR scenario and its eventually fruitful outcome.

While we may not know the rate or date, nor the "how" it's all going to play out, one thing we do know is that there's someone else out there that shares our thoughts and beliefs, as well as our perseverance. Which is huge.

And they're willing to go the distance, just as we are.

Isn't it somehow strangely comforting to know there's another 5 million or so people in the world heading in the same direction, equally as insane as you are.

It is for me, that's for sure.

I'd hate to think I'm gonna be alone in that Rubber Room.

Hang in there folks, we're all in this together and we're almost there.

Sincerely,

Dr. Dinar

Disclaimer; I'm not a Wealth Manager, Financial Advisor, CPA, Tax Attorney, RV/GCR Committee member, nor am I a time traveler from the Twilight Zone. I'm simply someone that chooses to believe in the power of positive thinking and on the odd chance this thing truly is real, I want to make sure I'm there at the finish line to enjoy it.