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Peter Burch
It all began with an iPhone...
March was when our son celebrated his 17th birthday, and we
got him an iPhone. He just loved it. Who wouldn't?
I celebrated my birthday in July, and my wife made me very
happy when she bought me an iPad.
Our daughter's birthday was in August so we got her an iPod
Touch.
My wife celebrated her birthday in September so I got her an
iRon.
It was around then that the fight started...

Joe DeMaio
This is an alcohol test: If you pass it, you
can keep drinking, if not, it's time to stop. Follow the
simple instructions below

1. Click on the man’s nose
2. A new window will open - click on the man's nose again
3. For each time you successfully click on his nose, you can
drink another glass of wine!!!
George Lucian
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Poem
by Kallan Doyon
(George's granddaughter) |
New Years Day, so much to start.
Live in a better way,With a kinder heart.
Help a charity or two, Shelters and more.
Even if you give just a few, You can help people galore.
There are goals to accomplish, Making people happy.
Fill a homeless person’s dish, And make it snappy.
Dewey Dow
The recent marriage between Aunt Margie and Uncle Waldron
was hardly made in heaven. A month after the wedding, Margie
found out she couldn't stand Waldron, disapproved of him
completely. Yet, she knew she would never leave him, out of
duty--the duty to make his life as miserable as humanly
possible.
Uncle Waldron knew he was the weaker of the two. He did
let himself get pushed around. One night, on being informed
that he and Margie were going to the theater, was prodded
into getting ready too fast, and in the middle of the first
act realized he needed relief.
As Waldron fidgeted continuously but was afraid to get
up. Margie realized his predicament. "At the end of the
act," she said, "find the men's' room. But don't be asking
questions and calling attention to yourself. Even you should
be able to find the place."
Not Waldron. He kept opening one wrong door after
another until he finally blundered into an opening with a
little patch of woods. That was good enough. He relieved
himself, found the aisle again, and squeezed in beside
Margie.
"Did the second act start yet?" he asked.
"You ought to know," Marge snapped. "You were in it.
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