A special thanks to all my email buddies . . .
As we progress through 2011, I want to thank all of you for
your educational e-mails over the past year. I am totally screwed up now
and have little chance of recovery.
I no longer open a bathroom door without using a paper towel, or
have the waitress put lemon slices in my ice water without worrying about the
bacteria on the lemon peel.
I can’t use the remote in a hotel room because I don’t know what the
last person was doing while flipping through the adult movie
channels.
I can’t sit down on the hotel bedspread because I can only imagine
what has happened on it since it was last washed.
I have trouble shaking hands with someone who has been driving
because the number one pastime while driving alone is picking one’s nose.
Eating a little snack sends me on a guilt trip because I can only
imagine how many gallons of trans fats I have consumed over the years.
I can’t touch any woman’s purse for fear she has placed it on the
floor of a public bathroom.
I MUST SEND MY SPECIAL THANKS to whoever sent me the one about rat
poop in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet sponge with
every envelope that needs sealing.
ALSO, now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same
reason.
I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl (Penny
Brown) who is about to die for the 1,387,258th time.
I no longer have any money, but that will change once I receive the
$15,000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOL are sending me for
participating in their special e-mail program.
I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels
looking out for me, and St. Theresa’s Novena has granted my every wish.
I can’t have a drink in a bar because I’ll wake up in a bathtub full of ice with my kidneys gone.
I can’t eat at KFC because their chickens are actually horrible
mutant freaks with no eyes, feet or feathers.
I can’t use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a
water buffalo on a hot day.
THANKS TO YOU I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I
forward an e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within five
minutes.
BECAUSE OF YOUR CONCERN, I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can
remove toilet stains.
I no longer buy gas without taking someone along to watch the car so
a serial killer doesn’t crawl in my back seat when I’m filling up.
I no longer drink Pepsi or Fanta since the people who make these
products are atheists who refuse to put ‘Under God’ on their cans.
I no longer use Cling Wrap in the microwave because it causes seven
different types of cancer.
AND THANKS FOR LETTING ME KNOW I can’t boil a cup of water in the
microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face. . . disfiguring me
for life.
I no longer go to the movies because I could be pricked with a
needle infected with AIDS when I sit down.
I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a
perfume sample and rob me.
I no longer receive packages from UPS or Fed Ex since they are
actually Al Qaeda agents in disguise.
And I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial
a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica ,
Uganda , Singapore , and Uzbekistan …
I no longer buy cookies from Neiman-Marcus since I now have their
recipe.
THANKS TO YOU I can’t use anyone’s toilet but mine because a big
black snake could be lurking under the seat and cause me instant death when
it bites my butt.
AND THANKS TO YOUR GREAT ADVICE I can’t ever pick up $0.25 coin
dropped in the parking lot because it probably was placed there by a sex
molester waiting to grab me as I bend over
I no longer drive my car because buying gas from some companies
supports Al Qaeda, and buying gas from all the others supports South American
dictators.
I can’t do any gardening because I’m afraid I’ll get bitten by the
Violin Spider and my hand will fall off.
If you don’t send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next
70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 pm.
tomorrow afternoon, and the fleas from 120 camels will infest your
back, causing you to grow a hairy hump. I know this will occur because it actually
happened to a friend of my next door neighbor’s ex-mother-in-law’s
second husband’s cousin’s best friend’s beautician . . .
Oh, by the way…..
A German scientist from Argentina , after a lengthy study, has
discovered that people with insufficient brain activity read their e-mail with
their hand on the mouse.
Don’t bother taking it off now, it’s too late.
P. S.: I now keep my toothbrush in the living room, because I was
told by e-mail that water splashes over 6 ft. out of the toilet.