Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
The Week's Best E-Mail
Happy Wednesday! And Happy Hump Day!
Here's a "forward" that made me laugh. Enjoy.
The doctor, after an examination, sighed and said, "I've got some bad news. You have cancer, and you'd best put your affairs in order."
The woman was shocked, but managed to compose herself and walk into the waiting room where her daughter had been waiting. "Well, daughter," she said, "we women celebrate when things are good, and we celebrate when things don't go so well. In this case, things aren't well. I have cancer. So, let's head to the club and have a martini."
After 3 or 4 martinis, the two were feeling a little less somber. There were some laughs and more martinis. They were eventually approached by some of the woman's old friends, who were curious as to what the two were celebrating. The woman told her friends they were drinking to her impending end. "I've been diagnosed with AIDS," she told them. The friends were aghast, gave the woman their condolences, and beat a hasty retreat.
After the friends left, the woman's daughter leaned over and whispered, "Mama, I thought you said you were dying of cancer, and you just told your friends you were dying of AIDS! Why did you do that?!"
To which she replied, "Because I don't want any of those bitches sleeping with your father after I'm gone."
And THAT, my friends, is what is called, 'Putting Your Affairs In Order.'
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY...
Women are like phones: They like to be held, talked to, and touched often.
But push the wrong button and your ass is disconnected.
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4 comments:
Women liked to be touched often?
Held Often?
I find that only to be true in regards to her feet!
The Ass is a different story...
Grrrrrrrrrrr.....
Somebody spit in your oatmeal this morning, Galen? LOL. If you're getting disconnected, perhaps you need to refine your button-pushing technique.;)
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ha ha ha
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OK, GOOD ONE
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HAPPY HUMP DAY, SERENA JOY!
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/t.
Glad you enjoyed it, /t., and hope you had a Happy, Happy Hump Day.;)
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