Government work
Posted by: clean-hewmor <clean-hewmor@...>
A fellow stopped at a gas station and, after filling his tank, he paid the bill
and bought a soft drink. As he stood by his car drinking his soda, he watched a
couple of men working along the roadside.
One man would dig a hole two or three feet deep and then move on. The other man
came along behind and filled in the hole. While one was digging a new hole, the
other was 25 feet behind filling in the old. The men worked right past the
fellow with the soft drink and went on down the road.
"I can't stand this," said the man. He tossed the can into a trash container
and headed down the road toward the men.
"Hold it, hold it," he said to the men. "Can you tell me what's going on here
with this digging?"
"We work for the government," one of the men said.
"But one of you is digging a hole and the other fills it up. You're not
accomplishing anything."
"You don't understand, mister," one of the men said, leaning on his shovel and
wiping his brow. "Normally there's three of us...me 'n LeRoy, and Willie. I
dig the hole, Willie sticks in the tree, and LeRoy puts the dirt back. Willie's
out sick today."
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Veteran Pillsbury spokesman Pop N. Fresh died Wednesday of a severe yeast
infection. He was 71. He was buried Friday in one of the biggest funerals in
years. Dozens of celebrities turned out including Mrs. Butterworth, the
California Raisins, Hungry Jack, Betty Crocker, and the Hostess Twinkies.
The graveside was piled high with flours, as longtime friend Aunt Jemima
delivered the eulogy, describing Fresh as a man who "never knew he was kneaded".
Fresh rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with
turnovers. He was not considered a smart cookie, and wasted much of his dough on
half-baked schemes. Still, even as a crusty old man, he was a roll model to
millions. Fresh is survived by his second wife. They had two children, and
One in the oven.....
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On the way to preschool, the doctor had left her stethoscope on the car seat,
and her little girl picked it up and began playing with it.
"Be still, my heart," thought the doctor, "my daughter wants to follow in my
footsteps!"
Then the child spoke into the instrument: "Welcome to McDonald's. May I take
you order?"