Quote from Forum Archives on September 23, 2002, 9:34 am

Posted by: bigguyhereagain <bigguyhereagain@...>

Three Scientists were talking to God, "Hey
God we don't need you anymore we can make
Man ourselves".

God said "O really", and the scientists said,
"yea, as a matter of fact why don't we have a
contest who can make a man faster you or us"

So God said "O.K".

So the scientists went back to his friends and
said "we are going to have a contest with God
to see who can make a man faster Him or us".

So the first scientist went out and scooped
up a big pile of dirt, just then a bolt of
lightning struck the ground near the man
making him drop the pile of dirt, looking up
at God he said "what"!

God said, "get your own dirt".
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Uncle Rusty:

Uncle Rusty is a wise man. A while back he retired and purchased
a modest home near a junior high school. He spent the first few
weeks of his retirement in peace and quiet, puttering around his
work shop.

That is of course until the school year began. On the first day of
school three young boys, full of pent up energy from a full day of
school, came down his street. As they walked down the street they
beat rhythmically on every trash can they past. Day after day, it
was the same thing. Beating, clanging and pounding out a rhythm
on the cans as they walked down the street. Poor Uncle Rusty
just couldn't take it any more.

The next afternoon, he walked out to meet the young musicians.
As they worked their way down the street, pounding out a tune on
the cans, Rusty stopped them and said, "You kids sure are having
a lot of fun. I like seeing young people like you, express
themselves. In fact, I used to do the same thing when I was your
age. Will you do me a favor? I'll give you each a dollar if
you'll promise to come around every day and do your thing." The
kids were elated and continued to do a bang up job on the trash
cans.

After two days, Uncle Rusty greeted the kids again, but this time
he had a sad expression on his face. "This recession's really
putting a big dent in my income," he told them. "From now on,
I'll only be able to pay you 50 cents to beat on the cans."

The boys were not pleased, but they did accept his offer and
continued their afternoon concert. A couple of days later, Sly
Uncle Rusty approached them again as they drummed their way down
the street.

With words that would ensure he would have peace and quiet from
that day forward he said "Look, my Social Security check just
isn't stretching as far with the expenses. So I'm not going to
be able to give you more than 25 cents a day. Will that be okay?"

"What?! Just a crummy quarter?" the boys exclaimed. "If you think
we're going to waste our time, beating these cans around for a
quarter, you're nuts! No way, mister. We quit!"

Have a Blessed Day
Dave and Barbara

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