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14 September 2011

Bill Cosby (I'm Tired)

Bill Cosby -

Begin forwarded message:

You don't have to be 76 to agree!

Bill Cosby has a good point. Read on.

Bill Cosby : "I'm 76 and Tired"

I'm 76. Except for brief period in the 50's when I was doing my National Service, I've worked hard since I was 17. Except for some some serious health challenges, I put in 50-hour weeks, and didn't call in sick in nearly 40 years. I made a reasonable salary, but I didn't inherit my job or my income, and I worked to get where I am. Given the economy, it looks as though retirement was a bad idea, and I'm tired. Very tired. 

I'm tired of being told that I have to "spread the wealth" to people who don't have my work ethic. I'm tired of being told the government will take the money I earned, by force if necessary, and give it to people too lazy to earn it. 

I'm tired of being told that Islam is a "Religion of Peace," when every day I can read dozens of stories of Muslim men killing their sisters, wives and daughters for their family "honour"; of Muslims rioting over some slight offense; of Muslims murdering Christian and Jews because they aren't "believers"; of Muslims burning schools for girls; of Muslims stoning teenage rape victims to death for "adultery"; of Muslims mutilating the genitals of little girls; all in the name of Allah, because the Qur'an and Shari'a law tells them to. 

I'm tired of being told that out of "tolerance for other cultures" we must let Saudi Arabia and other Arab countries use our oil money to fund mosques and mandrassa Islamic schools to preach hate in Australia, New Zealand, UK, America and Canada, while no one from these countries are allowed to fund a church, synagogue or religious school in Saudi Arabia or any other Arab country to teach love and tolerance.. 

I'm tired of being told I must lower my living standard to fight global warming, which no one is allowed to debate.

I'm tired of being told that drug addicts have a disease, and I must help support and treat them, and pay for the damage they do. Did a giant germ rush out of a dark alley, grab them, and stuff white powder up their noses or stick a needle in their arm while they tried to fight it off? 

I'm tired of hearing wealthy athletes, entertainers and politicians of all parties talking about innocent mistakes, stupid mistakes or youthful mistakes, when we all know they think their only mistake was getting caught. I'm tired of people with a sense of entitlement, rich or poor. 

I'm really tired of people who don't take responsibility for their lives and actions. I'm tired of hearing them blame the government, or discrimination or big-whatever for their problems. 

I'm also tired
 and fed up with seeing young men and women in their teens and early 20's bedeck them selves in tattoos and face studs, thereby making themselves un-employable and claiming money from the Government. 

Yes, I'm damn tired. But I'm also glad to be 76.. Because, mostly, I'm not going to have to see the world these people are making. I'm just sorry for my granddaughter and her children. Thank God I'm on the way out and not on the way in. 

There is no way this will be widely publicized, unless each of us sends it on!

This is your chance to make a difference.

" I'm 76 and I'm tired. If you don't forward this you are part of the problem".

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EU's Problems Summed Up

Pythagorean theorem: 24 words
Lord's prayer: 66 words
Archimedes' Principle: 67 words
Ten Commandments: 179 words
Gettysburg address: 286 words
US Declaration of Independence: 1,300 words
US Constitution with all 27 Amendments: 7,818 words
EU regulations on the sale of cabbage:

 26,911 words

– Europe's Problems Summed Up

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What is a Financial Bail-Out ?

What is a Financial Bail-Out ?

It is a slow day in a damp little Irish town. The rain is beating down harshly, and all the streets are deserted. Times are tough, everybody is in debt and everybody lives on credit.

...On this particular day a rich German tourist is driving through the town, stops at the local hotel and lays a €100 note on the desk, telling the hotel owner he wants to inspect the rooms upstairs in order to pick one to spend the night.

The owner gives him some room-keys and, as soon as the visitor has walked upstairs, the hotelier grabs the €100 note and runs next door to pay his debt to the butcher.

The butcher takes the €100 note and rushes down the street to repay his debt to the pig farmer. The pig farmer takes the €100 note and heads off to pay his bill at the supplier of animal feed and fuel.

The guy at the Farmers' Co-op takes the €100 note and runs to pay his drinks bill at the friendly neighbourhood pub. The pub owner slips the money along to the local prostitute drinking at the bar - who, in spite of facing hardtimes, has always gladly offered him her 'services' on credit. 

The hooker then rushes over to the hotel and pays off her room bill to the hotel owner with the €100 note.

The hotel proprietor quietly replaces the €100 note back on the counter, so that the rich traveller will not suspect anything.

At that moment the traveller comes down the stairs, states that none of the rooms are satisfactory, picks up the €100 note, pockets it and leaves town.

...No one has produced anything. No one has earned anything. However, the whole town is now out of debt and looking to the future with a lot more optimism.

And that, dear ladies and gentlemen, is how a basic financial bailout package works !

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17 July 2011

International joke

On a chain of beautiful deserted islands in the middle of South Pacific, the following people are stranded:

Two Italian men and one Italian woman. Two French men and one French woman. Two German men and one German woman. Two Greek men and one Greek woman. Two British men and one British woman. Two Bulgarian men and one Bulgarian woman. Two Japanese men and one Japanese woman. Two Chinese men and one Chinese woman. Two Irish men and one Irish woman. Two American men and one American woman.

One month later, on these absolutely stunning deserted islands in the middle of nowhere, the following things have occurred:

One Italian man killed the other Italian man for the Italian woman.

The two French men and the French woman are living happily together in a ménage a trois.

The two German men have a strict weekly schedule of alternating visits with the German woman.

The two Greek men are sleeping together and the Greek woman is cooking and cleaning for them.

The two British men are waiting for someone to introduce them to the British woman.

The two Bulgarian men took one look at the Bulgarian woman and started swimming to another island.

The two Japanese have faxed Tokyo and are awaiting instructions.

The two Chinese men have set up a pharmacy, liquor store, restaurant, and laundry, and have gotten the woman pregnant in order to supply employees for their stores.

The two Irish men divided the island into north and south and set up a distillery. They do not remember if sex is in the picture because it gets somewhat foggy after a few liters of coconut whiskey. However, they're satisfied because the British aren't having any fun.

The two American men are contemplating suicide, because the American woman will not shut up and complains relentlessly about her body, the true nature of feminism, what the sun is doing to her skin, how she can do anything they can do, the necessity of fulfillment, the equal division of household chores, how sand and palm trees make her look fat, how her last boyfriend respected her opinion and treated her nicer than they do, and how her relationship with her mother is the root cause of all her problems, and why didn't they bring a damn cell phone so they could call 911 and get them all rescued off this Godforsaken deserted island in the middle of freaking nowhere so she can get her nails done and go shopping.

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05 June 2011

Connaissez-vous la Reine Duracell... ???



                         Elle dure… elle dure... et elle dure !!! 






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Elle sera  sûrement bientôt considérée  ‘patrimoine mondial’ par l'Unesco... 


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02 June 2011

Ny sedel.....

lite kul....


Moderna tider….









En man och en kvinna var på semester. Efter middagen ville maken ta en tupplur.
Frun bestämmer sig då för att ta en tur i båten, fastän hon inte känner till sjön. Hon åker ut en bit, lägger ankar och tar fram en bok och sätter sig och läser.
Plötsligt kommer skogvaktaren förbi i sin båt. Han stannar bredvid kvinnan och säger:
-God morgon, frun! Vad gör ni?
-Jag läser en bok, svarar hon (och tänker, Syns inte det?)
-Det är fiskebegränsning här, informerar han.
-Ja, det är möjligt, men jag fiskar inte, jag läser.
-Ja, men du har utrustning till det. Så vitt jag vet, så kan du ju börja när som helst. Jag måste ta med dig in till stationen och skriva en rapport.
-För att jag läser? svarar hon tvivlande.
-Ja, det är fiskebegränsning här, informerar han igen.
-Men jag fiskar ju inte, jag läser.
-Jo, men du har utrustning till det, så du kan ju börja när som helst. Jag måste ta med dig in till stationen.
-Om du gör det blir jag tvungen att anmäla dig för sexuella trakasserier, säger kvinnan.
-Men jag har ju inte rört dig, säger skogvaktaren.
-Det är sant, men du har utrustning till det. Så vitt jag vet, så kan du ju börja när som helst.
-Ha en bra dag, frun! sa skogvaktaren och åkte iväg.




På dagis….


Oscar ber sin dagisfröken hjälpa honom att ta på sig sina stövlar innan han skall gå ut i kylan. De är jättebesvärliga att ta på och fröken måste verkligen göra världens ansträngning för att utföra uppdraget.
När äntligen stövlarna sitter på så säger Oscar:
- De sitter på fel fot.
Fröken tror inte sina ögon när hon konstaterar att det är som Oscar säger, stövlarna sitter fel. Hon drar som en dåre i 3 minuter för att ta av dem och börjar om med en superansträngning för att sätta på dem igen. Då säger Oscar:
- Det är inte mina stövlar!
Fröken andas djupt och lägger locket på sina känslorna för att inte skada lille Oscar som tittar på henne med en fast blick.
- OK, säger hon, vi tar av dem då! Och så sätter hon igång med samma träning som tidigare.
- Varför sa du inte det tidigare? Frågar hon när hon är klar.
Oscar svarar då:
- Det är inte mina stövlar, det är brorsans, men mamma vill att jag skall ha dem!
Fröken börjar gråta och mycket behärskat, fast bestämt, sätter hon på stövlarna för en tredje gång. Sedan lyfter hon Oscar, sätter på honom jacka och halsduk och frågar:
- Var är dina vantar?
Och Oscar svarar:
- Jag la dem i stövlarna!



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