Two ninety-one year old men, Moe and Sam, have been friends all their lives.
It seems that Sam is dying of cancer, and Moe comes to visit him every day.
"Sam," says Moe, "You know how we have both loved baseball all our lives, and how we played minor league ball together for so many years. Sam, you have to do me one favor. When you get to Heaven, and I know you will go to Heaven, some how you've got to let me know if there's baseball in Heaven."
Sam looks up at Moe from his death bed, and says, "Moe, you've been my best friend many years. This favor, if it is at all possible, I'll do for you."
And shortly after that, Sam passes on.
It is midnight a couple of nights later. Moe is sound asleep when he is awakened by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calls out to him, "Moe.... Moe...."
"Who is it?" says Moe sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"
"Moe, it's me, Sam."
"Come on. You're not Sam. Sam just died."
"I'm telling you," insists the voice. "It's me, Sam!"
"Sam? Is that you? Where are you?"
"I'm in heaven," says Sam, "and I've got to tell you, I've got really good news and a little bad news."
"So, tell me the good news first," says Moe.
"The good news," says Sam "is that there is baseball in heaven. Better yet, all our old buddies who've gone before us are there. Better yet, we're all young men again. Better yet, it's always spring time and it never rains or snows. And best of all, we can play baseball all we want, and we never get tired!"
"Really?" says Moe, "That is fantastic, wonderful beyond my wildest dreams! .....But, what's the bad news?"
It's amazing what happen's when a woman passes a certain age. I was always skinny-bone thin, as some would say. Then, in a matter of months, even with my hectic schedule and eating habits (less than a bird would dine on) it started packing on. I'm still within the range that experts say is normal-but it is abnormal for me. I'm not used to having to think twice about what and when I eat.
Oh well-they say men like women with a little meat on their bones-maybe there's hope for me after all.
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Two ninety-one year old men, Moe and Sam, have been friends all their lives.
It seems that Sam is dying of cancer, and Moe comes to visit him every day.
"Sam," says Moe, "You know how we have both loved baseball all our lives, and how we played minor league ball together for so many years. Sam, you have to do me one favor. When you get to Heaven, and I know you will go to Heaven, some how you've got to let me know if there's baseball in Heaven."
Sam looks up at Moe from his death bed, and says, "Moe, you've been my best friend many years. This favor, if it is at all possible, I'll do for you."
And shortly after that, Sam passes on.
It is midnight a couple of nights later. Moe is sound asleep when he is awakened by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calls out to him, "Moe.... Moe...."
"Who is it?" says Moe sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"
"Moe, it's me, Sam."
"Come on. You're not Sam. Sam just died."
"I'm telling you," insists the voice. "It's me, Sam!"
"Sam? Is that you? Where are you?"
"I'm in heaven," says Sam, "and I've got to tell you, I've got really good news and a little bad news."
"So, tell me the good news first," says Moe.
"The good news," says Sam "is that there is baseball in heaven. Better yet, all our old buddies who've gone before us are there. Better yet, we're all young men again. Better yet, it's always spring time and it never rains or snows. And best of all, we can play baseball all we want, and we never get tired!"
"Really?" says Moe, "That is fantastic, wonderful beyond my wildest dreams! .....But, what's the bad news?"
"You're pitching next Tuesday!"
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Single Women Are Skinnier Than Married Women ---
A news report out shows that single women
are skinnier than married women.
The main reason citing evidence for this fact was ---
A single women comes home from work,
looks at what's in the refridgerator, and goes to bed.
A married woman comes home from work,
looks at what's in bed, and goes to the refridgerator!!
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Top -- you're skinny and single, right??
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Well-you're half right!
It's amazing what happen's when a woman passes a certain age. I was always skinny-bone thin, as some would say. Then, in a matter of months, even with my hectic schedule and eating habits (less than a bird would dine on) it started packing on. I'm still within the range that experts say is normal-but it is abnormal for me. I'm not used to having to think twice about what and when I eat.
Oh well-they say men like women with a little meat on their bones-maybe there's hope for me after all.
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