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    THE PRETZEL HOLD

    Our story begins at the Olympics, specifically the wrestling event.
    It is narrowed down to the Russian or the American for the gold medal.
    Before the final match, the American wrestler's trainer came to him and said, "Now don't forget all the research we've done on this Russian. He's never lost a match because of this "pretzel" hold he has. Whatever you do, don't let him get you in this hold! If he does, you're finished!" The wrestler nodded in agreement.
    Now, to the match: The American and the Russian circled each other several times looking for an opening. All of a sudden the Russian lunged forward, grabbing the American and wrapping him up in the dreaded pretzel hold!
    A sigh of disappointment went up from the crowd, and the trainer buried his face in his hands for he knew all was lost. He couldn't watch the ending.
    Suddenly there was a scream, a cheer fromthe crowd, and the trainer raised his eye just in time to see the Russian flying up in the air. The Russian's back hit the mat with a thud, and the American weakly collapsed on top of him, getting the pin and winning the match.
    The trainer was astounded! When he finally got the American wrestler alone, he asks, "How did you ever get out of that hold? No one has ever done it before!"
    The wrestler answered, "Well, I was ready to give up when he got me in that hold, but at the last moment, I opened my eyes and saw these buttocks right in front of my face. I thought I had nothing to lose, so with my last ounce of strength I stretched out my neck and bit into those buttocks as hard as I could. "You'd be amazed how strong you get when you bite your own arse!"

    THE DIAGNOSIS

    A woman accompanied her husband to the doctor's office. After his checkup, the doctor called the wife into his office alone.
    He said, "Your husband is suffering from a very severe disease, combined with horrible stress. If you don't do the following, your husband will surely die."
    "Each morning, fix him a healthy breakfast. Be pleasant, and make sure he is in a good mood. For lunch make him a nutritious meal. For dinner prepare an especially nice meal for him.
    Don't burden him with chores, as he probably had a hard day. Don't discuss your problems with him, it will only make his stress worse. And most importantly. make love with your husband several times a week and satisfy his every whim." If you can do this for the next 10 months to a year, I think your husband will regain his health completely.
    On the way home, the husband asked his wife.
    "What did the doctor say?"
    "You're going to die," she replied.



    CREATIVE SKIING

    A friend just got back from a holiday ski trip to Utah with the kind of story that warms the cockles of anybody's heart. Conditions were perfect.12 below, no feeling in the toes, basic numbness all over, "tell me when we're having fun" kind of day.
    One of the women in the group complained to her husband that she was in dire need of a restroom. He told her not to worry, that he was sure there was relief waiting at the top of the lift in the form of a powder room for female skiers in distress. He was wrong, of course, and the pain didn't go away.
    If you've ever had nature hit its panic button in you, then you know that a temperature of 12 below zero doesn't help matters. So, with time running out, the woman weighed her options.
    Her husband, picking up on the intensity of the pain, suggested that since she was wearing an all white ski outfit, she should go off in the woods. No one would even notice, he assured her. The white will provide more than adequate camouflage.So she headed for the tree line, began disrobing and proceeded to do her thing.
    If you've ever parked on the side of a slope, then you know there is a right way and wrong way to set up your skis so you don't move. Yep, you got it. She had them positioned the wrong way.
    Steep slopes are not forgiving, even during embarrassing moments. Without warning, the woman found herself skiing backwards, out of control, racing through the trees, somehow missing all of them, and into another slope. Her derriere and the reverse side were still bare, her pants down around her knees, and she was picking up speed all the while.
    She continued on backwards, totally out of control, creating an unusual vista for the other skiers. The woman skied, if you define that verb loosely, back under the lift and finally collided violently with a pylon.
    The bad news was that she broke her arm and was unable to pull up her ski pants. At long last her husband arrived, put an end to her nudie show, then went to the base of the mountain and summoned the ski patrol, who transported her to a hospital. In the emergency room she was regrouping when a man with an obviously broken leg was put in the bed next to hers.
    "So, how'd you break your leg?" she asked, making small talk.
    "It was the damnedest thing you ever saw," he said. "I was riding up the ski lift, and suddenly I couldn't believe my eyes. There was this crazy woman skiing backwards out of control down the mountain with her bare bottom hanging out of her clothes and pants down around her knees. I leaned over to get a better look and I guess I didn't realize how far I'd moved. I fell out of the lift.

    So, how'd you break your arm?"


    FOREIGN SIGNS

    A series of REAL notices spotted around the world and written by...well let's just say "people whose first language is not English".

    In a Tokyo Hotel:
    Is forbidden to steal hotel towels please. If you are not a person to do such a thing is please not to read notis.

    In a Bucharest hotel lobby:
    The lift is being fixed for the next day. During that time we regret that you will be unbearable.

    In a Leipzig elevator:
    Do not enter lift backwards, and only when lit up.

    In a Belgrade hotel elevator:
    To move the cabin, push button for wishing floor. If the cabin should enter more persons, each one should press a number of wishing floor. Driving is then going alphabetically by national order.

    In a Paris hotel elevator:
    Please leave your values at the front desk.

    In a hotel in Athens:
    Visitors are expected to complain at the office between the hours of 9 and 11 A.M. daily.

    In a Yugoslavian hotel:
    The flattening of underwear with pleasure is the job of the chambermaid.

    In a Japanese hotel:
    You are invited to take advantage of the chambermaid.

    In the lobby of a Moscow hotel across from Russian Orthodox monastery:
    You are welcome to visit the cemetary where famous Russian and Soviet composers, artists, and writers are buried daily except Thursday.

    In an Austrian hotel catering to skiers:
    Not to perambulate the corriders during the hours of repose in the boots of ascension.

    On the menu of a Swiss restaurant:
    Our wines leave you nothing to hope for.

    On the menu of a Polish hotel:
    Salad a firm's own make; limpid red beet soup with cheesy dumplings in the form of a finger; roasted duck let loose; beef rashers beaten up in the country people's fashion.

    Outside a Hong Kong tailor shop:
    Ladies may have a fit upstairs.

    In a Bangkok dry cleaners:
    Drop your trousers here for best results.

    Outside a Paris dress shop:
    Dresses for street walking.

    In a Rhodes tailor shop:
    Order your summers suit. Because is big rush we will execute customers in strict rotation.

    From the Soviet Weekly:
    There will be a Moscow Exhibition of Arts by 150,000 Soviet Republic painters and sculptors. These were executed over the past two years.

    A sign posted in Germany's Black Forest:
    It is strictly forbidden on our black forest camping site that people of different gender, for instance, men and women, live together in one tent unless they are married with each other for that purpose.

    In a Zurich hotel:
    Because of the impropriety of entertaining guests of the opposite gender in the bedroom, it is suggested that the lobby be used for this purpose.

    In an advertisement by a Hong Kong dentist:
    Teeth extracted by the latest Methodists.

    In a Rome laundry:
    Ladies, leave your clothes here and spend the afternoon having a good time.

    In a Czechoslovakin tourist agency:
    Take one of our horse-driven city tours - we guarantee no miscarriages.

    In a Copenhagen airline ticket office:
    We take your bags and send them in all directions.

    On the door of a Moscow hotel room:
    If this is your first visit to the USSR, you are welcome to it.

    In a Norwegian cocktail lounge:
    Ladies are requested not to have children in the bar.

    In a Budapest zoo:
    Please do not feed the animals. If you have any suitable food, give it to the guard on duty.

    In the office of a Roman doctor:
    Specialist in women and other diseases.

    In an Acapulco hotel:
    The manager has personally passed all the water served here.

    In a Tokyo shop:
    Our nylons cost more than common, but you'll find they are best in the long run.

    From a Japanese information booklet about using a hotel air conditioner:
    Cooles and Heates: If you want just condition of warm in your room, please control yourself.

    From a brochure of a car rental firm in Tokyo:
    When passenger of foot heave in sight, tootle the horn. Trumpet him melodiously at first, but if he still obstacles your passage then tootle him with vigor.

    Two signs from a Majorcan shop entrance:
    English well speaking
    Here speeching American.

    JOB SEARCH JARGON

    COMPETITIVE SALARY:
    We remain competitive by paying less than our competitors.

    SOME OVERTIME REQUIRED:
    Some time each night and some time each weekend

    SALES POSITION REQUIRING MOTIVATED SELF-STARTER:
    We're not going to supply you with leads; there's no base salary; you'll wait 30 days for your first commission check.

    SELF-MOTIVATED:
    Management won't answer questions

    CASUAL WORK ATMOSPHERE:
    We don't pay enough to expect that you'll dress up; well, a couple of the real daring guys wear earrings.

    COMPETITIVE ENVIRONMENT:
    We have a lot of turnover.

    SOME PUBLIC RELATIONS REQUIRED:
    If we're in trouble, you'll go on TV and get us out of it..

    DUTIES WILL VARY:
    Anyone in the office can boss you around.

    CAREER-MINDED:
    We expect that you will want to flip hamburgers until you are 70.

    SEEKING CANDIDATES WITH A WIDE VARIETY OF EXPERIENCE:
    You'll need it to replace three people who just left.

    PROBLEM-SOLVING SKILLS A MUST:
    You're walking into a company in perpetual chaos.

    ABILITY TO HANDLE A HEAVY WORKLOAD:
    You whine, you're fired.

    FLEXIBLE HOURS: Work 55 hours; get paid for 37.5.

    VIRUS ALERT

    Oprah Winfrey Virus: Your 200mb hard drive suddenly shrinks to 80mb and then slowly expands back to 200mb.
    AT&T Virus: Every three minutes it tells you what great service you're getting with them as your phone company.
    MCI Virus: Every three minutes it reminds you that you're paying too much for the AT&T Virus.
    Paul Revere Virus: This revolutionary virus does not horse around. It warns you of impending hard disk attack—once if by LAN, twice if by C:>.
    Politically Correct Virus: Never calls itself a "virus," but instead refers to itself as an "electronic micro-organism."
    Right to Life Virus: Won't allow you to delete a file, regardless of how old it is. If you attempt to erase a file, it requires you to first see a counselor about possible alternatives.
    Government Economist Virus: Nothing works, but all your diagnostic software says everything is fine.
    Federal Bureaucrat Virus: Divides your hard disk into hundreds of little units, each of which does practically nothing, but all of which claim to be the most important part of your computer.
    Freudian Virus: Your computer becomes obsessed with marrying its own motherboard.
    Arnold Schwarzenegger Virus: Terminates and stays resident.
    It'll be back.
    PBS (Public Broadcasting TV) Virus: Your programs stop every few minutes to ask for money.
    Elvis Virus: Your computer gets fat, slow and lazy, and then self destructs, only to resurface at shopping malls and service stations across rural America.
    Ollie North Virus: Causes your printer to become a paper shredder.
    Nike Virus: Just does it.
    Imelda Marcos Virus: Sings you a song (slightly off key) on boot up, then subtracts money from your Quicken account and spends it all on expensive shoes it purchases through Home Shopping Network.
    Star Trek Virus: Invades your system in places where no virus has gone before.
    Health Care Virus: Tests your system for a day, finds nothing wrong, and sends you a bill for $4500.00.
    Los Angeles Police Department Virus: It claims it feels threatened by other files on your PC and erases them in "self defense."
    Oral Roberts (The evangelist) Virus: Claims that if you don't send it a million dollars, its programmer will take it back.
    Richard Nixon Virus: Says, "I am not a virus!"
    Adam and Eve Virus: Takes a couple of bytes out of your Apple.
    Airline Virus: You're in Chicago, but your data is in Singapore.
    Use your virus scan...don't let any of these viruses
    happen to your PC!



    One day at a busy airport, the passengers on a commercial airliner are seated, waiting for the cockpit crew to show up so they can get under way. The pilot and co-pilot finally appear in the rear of the plane, and begin walking up to the cockpit through the center aisle.

    Both appear to be blind. The pilot is using a white cane, bumping into passengers right and left as he stumbles down the aisle, and the co-pilot is using a guide dog. Both have their eyes covered with huge sunglasses. At first the passengers do not react; thinking that it must be some sort of practical joke. However, after a few minutes the engines start spooling up and the airplane starts moving down the runway.

    The passengers look at each other with some uneasiness, whispering among themselves and looking desperately to the stewardesses for reassurance. Then the airplane starts accelerating rapidly and people begin panicking. Some passengers are praying, and as the plane gets closer and closer to the end of the runway, the voices are becoming more and more hysterical. Finally, when the airplane has less than 20 feet of runway left, there is a sudden change in the pitch of the shouts as everyone screams at once, and at the very last moment the airplane lifts off and is airborne.

    Up in the cockpit, the co-pilot breathes a sigh of relief and turns to the Captain: "You know, one of these days the passengers aren't going to scream, and we're gonna get killed!


    THE OLD ROOSTER

    An old farmer decides that it was time to get a new rooster for his hens. The current rooster was still doing an O.K. job but he was getting on in years, and the farmer figured getting a new rooster couldn't hurt anything. So he buys a young cock from the local rooster emporium, and turns him loose in the barn yard. Well, the old rooster sees the young one strutting around and he gets a little worried.

    "So they're trying to replace me," thinks the old rooster, "I've got to do something about this. He walks up to the new bird and says, "So you are the new stud in town?, I bet you really think you are hot stuff, don't you ? Well I'm not ready for the chopping block yet. I'll bet I'm still the better bird, and to prove it, I challenge you to a race around that hen house. We'll run around it 10 times and whoever finishes first gets to have all the hens for himself."

    Well, the young rooster was a proud sort, and he definitely thought he was more than a match for the old guy.

    "You're on," said the young rooster, "and since I know I'm so great, I'll even give you a head start of half a lap, I'll still win easy."

    So the two roosters go over the hen house to start the race with all the hens gathered around to watch. The race begins and the hens start cheering the roosters on. After the first lap, the old rooster is still maintaining his lead. after the second lap, the old guy's lead has slipped a little but he is still hanging in there. Unfortunately the old rooster's lead continues to slip each time around, by the fifth lap he's just barely in front of the young rooster.

    By now the farmer has heard the commotion, he runs into the house, gets his shotgun and runs to the barn yard figuring a fox or something is after his chickens. When he gets there, he sees the young rooster chasing after the old rooster. He immediately takes his shotgun, aims, fires, and blows the young rooster away.

    As he walks away slowly, he says to himself..."Damn, that's the third gay rooster I've bought this month."


    FATHERS

    An old man from a far off land was once on the subway in New York and he sat down next to a younger man. He noticed that the young man had a strange kind of shirt collar.

    Having never seen a priest before, he asked the man, "Excuse me sir, but why do you have your shirt collar on backwards?"

    The priest became a bit flustered but politely answered "I wear this collar because I am a Father".

    The old man thought a second and responded "Sir I am also a Father but I wear my collar front-ways. Why do you wear your collar so differently?"

    The priest thought for a minute and said "Sir, I am the father for many".

    The old man quickly answered, "I too am the father of many. I have four sons, four daughters and too many grandchildren to count. But I wear my collar like everyone else does. Why do you wear it your way?"

    The priest who was beginning to get exasperated thought and then blurted out "Sir, I am the father for hundreds and hundreds of people."

    The old man from the far-away country was taken aback and was silent for a long time. As he got up to leave the subway train, he leaned over to the priest and said, "Mister, maybe you should wear your pants backwards."


    LETTERS TO WELFARE

    For those unfamiliar, Welfare payments are made in the US to individuals and families with income below a certain level. The following quotations are taken from actual letters received by the Welfare Department in applications for support of receiving payments.
    1.I am forwarding my marriage certificate and 6 children.
    I had seven but one died which was baptised on a half sheet of paper.
    2.I am writing the welfare department to say that my baby was born two years old. When do I get my money?
    3.Mrs. Jones has not had any clothes for two years and has been visited regularly by the clergy.
    4.I cannot get sick pay. I have six children can you tell me why?
    5.I am glad to report that my husband who is missing is dead.
    6.This is my eighth child. What are you going to do about it.
    7.Please find for certain if my husband is dead. The man I am now living with can't do anything until he knows.
    8.I am very much annoyed to find out that you have branded my son illiterate. This is a dirty lie as I was married a week before he was born.
    9.In answer to your letter, I have given birth to a son weighing 10 lbs. I hope this is satisfactory.
    10.I am forwarding my marriage certificate and my 3 children one of which is a mistake as you can see.
    11.My husband got his project cut off about two weeks ago and I haven't had any relief since.
    12.Unless I get my husband's money pretty soon, I will be forced to lead an immortal life.
    13.You have changed my little boy to a girl, will this make any difference?
    14.I have no children yet, as my husband is a truck driver and works night and day.
    15.I want money as quick as I can get it. I have been in bed with the doctor for two weeks and he doesn't do me any good. If things don't improve, I will have to send for another doctor.
    16.In accordance with your instructions, I have given birth to twins in the enclosed envelope.


    THE GIFT

    A man and his date walk into a very posh Rodeo Drive furrier after having eaten a very expensive lunch at one of Beverly Hills most exclusive restaurants.
    "Show the lady your finest mink!" the fellow exclaims.
    So the owner of the shop goes in back and comes out with an absolutely gorgeous full-length coat. As the lady tries it on, the furrier sidles up to the guy and discreetly whispers, "Ah, sir, that particular fur goes for $65,000."
    "No problem! I'll write you a check!"
    "Very good, sir." says the shop owner. "Today is Saturday. You may come by on Monday to pick it up, after the check has cleared the bank."
    So the man and the woman leave. On Monday, the fellow returns.
    The store owner is outraged: "How dare you show your face in here?!
    There wasn't a single penny in your checking account!!"
    "I just had to come by," grinned the guy, to thank you for the most wonderful weekend of my life!"


    BATS

    This one bat returned from a long hard day's work of collecting blood. Upon his return to the bat cave, he proceeded to hang from his perch whereupon a group of his friends noticed the blood from around his mouth.
    They approached him and continually badgered him to tell the others where he got that blood. Although he was exhausted, he finally agreed to show the other bats where he got the blood under the condition that the other bats would leave him alone. They all agreed. So, the bat left the cave and with him flew all of the other bats. The flew through the valley, and over the bushes. The flew around the rocks and past the hills.
    Finally the one bat stopped by this one particular tree which
    stuck out sharply from the side of a hill and waited for the other
    bats to catch up to him. As he and his fellow bats hovered
    in front of the tree, he asked,
    "Ok all you bats. Do you see this sharp edged tree?"
    and they all responded in unison, "Yes?"
    Then the bat responded..."Well, I didn't."


    MONEY

    There is a man who has three girlfriends, but he does not know which one to marry. So he decides to give each one $5000 and see how each of them spends it.
    The first one goes out and gets a total makeover with the money. She gets new clothes, a new hairdo, manicure, pedicure, the works, and tells the man, "I spent the money so I could look pretty for you because I love you so much."
    The second one went out and bought new golf clubs, a CD player, a television, and a stereo and gives them to the man. She says, "I bought these gifts for you with the money because I love you so much."
    The third one takes the $5000 and invests it in the stock market, doubles her investment, returns the $5000 to the man and reinvests the rest. She says, "I am investing the rest of the money for our future because I love you so much."
    The man thought long and hard about how each of the women spent the money, and decided to marry the one with the biggest breasts.


    THE HOUSEKEEPER

    An elderly priest invited a young priest over for dinner. During the meal, the young priest couldn't help noticing how attractive and shapely the housekeeper was.
    Over the course of the evening he started to wonder if there was more between the elderly priest and the housekeeper than met the eye.
    Reading the young priest's thoughts, the elderly priest volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, my relationship with my housekeeper is purely professional.
    About a week later the housekeeper came to the elderly priest and said, "Father, ever since the young Father came to dinner, I've been unable to find the beautiful silver gravy ladle. You don't suppose he took it do you?"
    The priest said, "Well, I doubt it, but I'll write him a letter just to be sure." So he sat down and wrote:
    "Dear Father, I'm not saying that you 'did' take a gravy ladle from my house, and I'm not saying you 'did not' take a gravy ladle. But the fact remains that one has been missing ever since you were here."
    Several days later the elderly priest received a letter from the young priest which read:
    "Dear Father, I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with your housekeeper, and I'm not saying that you 'do not' sleep with your housekeeper. But the fact remains that if you were sleeping in your own bed, you would have found the gravy ladle by now."




    HAIRCUTS

    Women's version:

    Woman 2: Oh! You got a haircut! That's so cute!
    Woman 1: Do you think so? I wasn't sure when she gave me the mirror. I mean, you don't think it's too fluffy looking?
    Woman 2: Oh Lord no! No, it's perfect. I'd love to get my hair cut like that, but I think my face is too wide.
    I'm pretty much stuck with this stuff I think.
    Woman 1: Are you serious? I think your face is adorable. And you could easily get one of those layer cuts - that would look so cute I think. I was actually going to do that except that I was afraid it would accent my long neck.
    Woman 2: Oh - that's funny! I would love to have your neck! Anything to take attention away from this two-by-four I have for a shoulder line.
    Woman 1: Are you kidding? I know girls that would love to have your shoulders. Everything drapes so well on you. I mean, look at my arms - see how short they are? If I had your shoulders I could get clothes to fit me so much easier.


    Men's version:
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    Man2: Haircut?
    Man1: Yeah.

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