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Tuesday, October 17, 2006

 

Emancipated Joke

For lack of time to write a decent post, I'm just copy- pasting something I got in the mailbox.


A woman was walking down the street when she was approached by a particularly dirty and shabby-looking homeless woman who asked her for a couple of dollars for dinner. The woman took out her bill fold, extracted ten dollars and asked, "If I give you this money,
Will you buy some wine with it instead of dinner?"
"No," I had to stop drinking years ago, the homeless woman replied.
"Will you use it to go shopping instead of buying food?" the woman asked
"No," I don't waste time shopping, the homeless woman said. "I need to spend all my time trying to stay alive."
"Will you spend this on a beauty salon instead of food?" the woman asked."
Are you NUTS!" replied the homeless woman. "I haven't had my hair done in 20 years!"
"Well," said the woman, I'm not going to give you the money.
Instead, I'm going to take you out for dinner with my hubby and myself tonight.
The homeless Woman was astounded. "Won't your hubby be furious with you for doing that?
I'm dirty, and I probably smell pretty disgusting." the homeless woman said,
"That's okay. It's important for him to see what a woman looks like after she has given up shopping, hair appointments, and wine!
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Comments:
Thatis great!! There's a little truth in every joke.
If only everything could be so clear in life...
 
lol how cute. I didn't get this mail and I usually get all the forwarded jokes. And no, that's not an invitation to send me some. I'm going to use this lol
 
Haha very cute, good one.
 
lol..very funny
 
lol, that was good
 
Great Joke!!!
 
nice to smile, considering the news...
 
what a sweet joke and a lovely sense of humor you have. does you wife like your sense of humor?
 
That is indeed funny!

Have a good week.
 
HA!
I had to show this to the Hubby!!!!
I hope he got the message!
 
dating master! Welcome Back!
 
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