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SAYING GOODBYE TO MOTHER... (You'll regret not reading this!)
You don't have to own a cat to appreciate this one! You don't even
have to like 'em!
We were dressed and ready to go out for the New Years Eve Party. We
turned on a night light, turned the answering machine on, covered our
pet parakeet and put the cat in the backyard. We phoned the local cab
company and requested a taxi. The taxi arrived and we opened the front
door to leave the house. The cat we put out in the back yard, scoots
back into the front door. We didn't want the cat shut in the house
because she always tries to eat the bird. My wife goes out to the taxi,
while I went inside to get the cat. The cat runs upstairs, with me
in hot pursuit. Waiting in the cab, my wife doesn't want the driver
to know that the house will be empty for the night. So, she explains
to the taxi driver that I will be out soon, 'He's just going upstairs
to say Goodbye to my mother.' A few minutes later, I get into the cab.
'Sorry I took so long,' I said, as we drove away. 'That stupid bitch
was hiding under the bed. I had to poke her with a coat hanger to get
her to come out! She tried to take off, so I grabbed her by the neck.
Then, I had to wrap her in a blanket to keep her from scratching me.
But it worked! I hauled her fat ass downstairs and threw her out into
the back yard!
The cab driver hit a parked car.
Worth a read…take a moment
In 1986, Peter Davies was on holiday in Kenya after graduating from Northwestern University. On a hike through the bush, he came across a young bull elephant standing with one leg raised in the air. The elephant seemed distressed, so Peter approached it very carefully. He got down on one knee, inspected the elephants foot, and found a large piece of wood deeply embedded in it. As carefully and as gently as he could, Peter worked the wood out with his knife, after which the elephant gingerly put down its foot. The elephant turned to face the man, and with a rather curious look on its face, stared at him for several tense moments. Peter stood frozen, thinking of nothing else but being trampled. Eventually the elephant trumpeted loudly, turned, and walked away. Peter never forgot that elephant or the events of that day.
Twenty years later, Peter was walking through the Chicago Zoo with his teenaged son. As they approached the elephant enclosure, one of the creatures turned and walked over to near where Peter and his son Cameron were standing. The large bull elephant stared at Peter, lifted its front foot off the ground, then put it down. The elephant did that several times then trumpeted loudly, all the while staring at the man.
Remembering the encounter in 1986, Peter could not help wondering if this was the same elephant. Peter summoned up his courage, climbed over the railing, and made his way into the enclosure. He walked right up to the elephant and stared back in wonder. The elephant trumpeted again, wrapped its trunk around one of Peter legs and slammed him against the railing, killing him instantly.
Probably wasn't the same elephant.
This is for all of people who love reading those heart-warming bullshit stories.
Have a Great 4th of July,
Jerry Pressley
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