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A Thought for Today
Have the courage to be yourself. Echoes
are for amateurs.
The first Friday of the month
and the first chance to pass along some “stuff.”
MALOX IN K RATIONS?
Our thanks to Nicky Williams
for this one.
WE WILL FIGHT TO THE LAST 50 YEAR OLD!
By Jeff Ackerman - The Nevada Appeal
A couple of weeks ago I indicated that if I could,
I'd enlist today
and help my country track down those responsible for killing
thousands of innocent people in New York City and Washington, D. C.. But
I'm 50 now and the Armed Forces says I'm too old to track down terrorists.
You cannot be older than 35 to join the Army.
They have the whole thing backwards. Instead of sending 18-year-olds off
to the fight, they ought to take us old guys. You should not be able to
join until you are at least 35-years-old.
For starters: Researchers say 18-year-olds think about sex every
10-seconds. Old guys think about sex every 15-seconds, leaving us more
than 28,000 additional seconds per day to concentrate on the enemy.
Young guys have not lived long enough to be cranky and grumpy. A cranky
and grumpy soldier is a dangerous soldier. If we cannot kill the enemy
we'll complain them into submission or surrender. "My back hurts!" "I'm
hungry!" "Where's the remote control?"
An 18-year-old has not had a legal bottle of beer yet, and you
shouldn't go to war until you're at least old enough to legally drink
beer. An average old guy, on the other hand, has probably consumed at
least 126,000 gallons of beer by the time he's 35, and a jaunt through the
desert heat with a backpack on and an M-60 over your shoulder would do
wonders for a beer belly.
An 18-year-old doesn't like to get up before 10 a. m. Old guys get up
early just to show we can [and to steal the neighbors newspaper.] If old
guys got captured we couldn't spill the beans because we'd probably forget
where we put them. In fact, name, rank and serial number would be a real
brainteaser.
If it wasn't for the age barrier, I'd pretty much be able to get into
the Army without a hitch. According to the Army Internet site, I'd
need to pass an entrance exam [officially called an ASVAB], but the sample
questions I saw weren't exactly headache material. For example:
A magnet will attract:
(a) water
(b) a flower
(c) a cloth rag
(d) a nail
I took a wild stab at it and guessed, "nail," knowing they'd probably
stick me in some desk job with Army Intelligence after Boot Camp.
If 12 workers are needed to run 4 machines, how many workers are needed to
run 20 machines?
(a) 16
(b) 18
(c) 3
(d) 60
Well, let's see now..... three workers per machine times 20
machines.... err....60?
Finally, they wanted to know if I had command of the English
language, just in case I had to describe an enemy camp from memory.
Now you know where the first questions come from for the "Who Wants To Be
A Millionaire" game show. Boot Camp would actually be easier for old guys.
We are used to getting screamed and yelled at, and we actually like soft
food. We have also developed a deep appreciation for guns and rifles. We
like them almost better than naps.
The Army could lighten up on the obstacle course, however. I've been to
the desert and didn't see a single 20-foot wall with a rope hanging over
the side. I can hear the Drill Sergeant now. "Get down and give me.....er.....one!"
And the running part seems to be a hell of a waste of good energy. I've
never seen anyone outrun a bullet. I'm reminded of the story of the young
bull and the old bull standing on a hill looking down at the cows. "Let's
run down there and breed one of those cows," says the young bull. "How
about we WALK down there and breed ALL those cows," replies the old bull.
Patience is something most 18-year-olds simply do not have. For good
reason, too. An 18-year-old has the whole world ahead of him. He's still
learning to shave. To actually carry on a conversation. To learn that a
pierced tongue catches food particles. And that a 200-watt speaker in the
back seat of a Honda Accord can rupture an eardrum. All great reasons to
keep our sons at home to learn a little more about life before sending
them off to a possible death.
Let us old guys track down those dirty, rotten, filthy, cowards who
attacked our country three weeks ago today. The last thing they'd want to
see right now would be a couple of million old guys with attitudes! -
©2001 by Jeff Ackerman & The Nevada Appeal
HELP! POLICE!
Jane thinks this is an ideal
way to get the job done.
HELLO? HELLO?
A man
was going up to bed, when his wife told him he'd left the light on in the
garden shed - she could see it from the bedroom window. But he said that
he hadn't been in the shed that day. He looked himself, and there were
people in the shed, stealing things.
He rang the police, but they told him that no one was in his area, so no
one was available to catch the thieves. He said ok, hung up, counted to 30
and rang the police again.
"Hello. I just rang you a few seconds ago because there were people in my
shed? Well, you don't have to worry about them now, I've just shot them
all."
Within five minutes there were half a dozen police cars in the area, an
armed response unit, the works. Of course, they caught the burglars
red-handed.
One of the policemen said to this man: "I thought you said you'd shot
them!"
He replied: "I thought you said there was no-one available!"
DID I SAY THAT?
Yes you did Pat and I’m
ratting you out.
YES VIRGINIA, THERE IS A SANTA CLAUSE
According to the Alaska Department of Fish and Game, while both male and
female reindeer grow antlers in the summer each year, male reindeer drop
their antlers at the beginning of winter, usually late November to
mid-December. Female reindeer retain their antlers till after they give
birth in the spring.
Therefore, according to every historical rendition depicting Santa's
reindeer, every single one of them, from Rudolph to Blitzen- had to be a
girl.
We should've known. Only women would be able to drag a fat-ass man in a
red velvet suit all around the world in one night and not get lost.
JOKE
Ann Martin asks and answers:
"What's
the difference between a woman with PMS and a Pit Bull?" Answer: LIPSTICK”
EVERYTHING BUT THE KITCHEN SINK
Sharonann writes:
“Thought
these might give you a giggle!”
KITCHEN SIGNS
*A messy
kitchen is a happy kitchen and this kitchen is delirious.
*No husband has ever been shot while doing the dishes.
*A husband is someone who takes out the trash and gives the impression he
just cleaned the whole house.
*A balanced diet is a cookie in each hand.
*Thou shalt not weigh more than thy refrigerator.
*Blessed are they who can laugh at themselves for they shall never cease
to be amused.
*A clean house is a sign of a misspent life.
*Help keep the kitchen clean - eat out.
*Housework done properly can kill you.
*Countless number of people have eaten in this kitchen and gone on to lead
normal lives.
*My next house will have no kitchen - just vending machines.
*The only reason I have a kitchen is because it came with the house when I
bought it.
* There are only three kinds of food - Frozen, Canned, & Take-out!
PUN-ISH-MENT
Sue writes:
“You
know I love puns! You have been warned!”
THANKS FOR THE WARNING
Far away
in the tropical waters of the Caribbean, two prawns were swimming around
in the sea - one called Justin and the other called Christian.
The prawns were constantly being harassed and threatened by sharks that
patrolled the area. Finally, one day during a tropical storm, Justin said
to Christian "I'm bored and frustrated at being a prawn, I wish I was a
shark - I wouldn't have any worries about being eaten..."
As Justin had his mind firmly on becoming a predator, a flash of lightning
hit the water and, lo and behold, Justin turned into a shark. Horrified,
Christian immediately swam away, afraid of being eaten by his old mate.
Time went on (as it invariably does...) and Justin found himself
Becoming bored and lonely as a shark. All his old mates simply swam away
whenever he came close to them. Justin didn't realize that his new
menacing appearance was the cause of his sad plight. During the next
tropical storm, Justin figured that the same lightning force could change
him back into a prawn.
Lightning never strikes twice except in stories like these, but while he
was thinking of being a prawn again, a flash of lightning struck the water
next to Justin and, lo and behold, he turned back into a prawn.
With tears of joy in his tiny little eyes, Justin swam back to his
friends and bought them all a cocktail. (The punch line does not involve a
prawn cocktail - it's much worse). Looking around the gathering at the
reef, he searched for his old pal. "Where's Christian?" he asked. "He's at
home, distraught that his best friend changed sides to the enemy and
became a shark" came the reply.
Eager to put things right again and end the mutual pain and torture, he
set off to Christian's house. As he opened the coral gate, the memories
came flooding back. He banged on the door and shouted, "It's me, Justin,
your old friend. Come out and see me again".
Christian replied, "No way, man. You'll eat me. You're a shark, the enemy.
I will not be tricked".
Justin cried back "No I'm not. That was the old me. I've changed. I'm a
prawn again Christian!"
I’ll be back tomorrow with something for Saturday. Sleep warm.
RM 10/31/01 Previously
unpublished
Details of Rod's next
appearance can be obtained by following the link below.
"Tap
Your Troubles Away" - the music of Jerry Herman
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