tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437964542052755799.post6755006645370519352..comments2024-02-13T08:49:07.287-04:00Comments on 'Thought & Humor!': New Government Study!Professor Howdyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189934292678757335noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437964542052755799.post-62518803471855809892007-11-06T11:42:00.000-04:002007-11-06T11:42:00.000-04:00The worried housewife sprang to the telephone when...The worried housewife sprang to the telephone when it rang and listened<BR/>with relief to the kindly voice in her ear. "How are you, darling?" it said.<BR/>"What kind of a day are you having?"<BR/><BR/>"Oh, mother," said the housewife, breaking into bitter tears, "I've had such<BR/>a bad day. The baby won't eat and the washing machine broke down. I<BR/>haven't had a chance to go shopping, and besides, I've just sprained my ankle<BR/>and I have to hobble around. On top of that, the house is a mess and I'm<BR/>supposed to have two couples to dinner tonight."<BR/><BR/>The mother was shocked and was at once all sympathy. "Oh, darling," she<BR/>said, "sit down, relax, and close your eyes. I'll be over in half an<BR/>hour. I'll do your shopping, clean up the house, and cook your dinner<BR/>for you. I'll feed the baby and I'll call a repairman I know who'll be at<BR/>your house to fix the washing machine promptly. Now stop crying. I'll<BR/>do everything. In fact, I'll even call George at the office and tell him he<BR/>ought to come home and help out for once."<BR/><BR/>"George?" said the housewife. "Who's George?"<BR/><BR/>"Why, George! Your husband! Is this 861-1200?<BR/><BR/>"No, this is 861-2100."<BR/><BR/>"Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I have the wrong number."<BR/><BR/>There was a short pause and the housewife said, "Does this mean you're<BR/>not coming over?"Professor Howdyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12189934292678757335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437964542052755799.post-87398619840705327662007-11-06T11:37:00.000-04:002007-11-06T11:37:00.000-04:00Dear Dr. Howdy,No Man or Woman, for that matter, w...Dear Dr. Howdy,<BR/><BR/>No Man or Woman, for that matter,<BR/> will ever win the Battle of the<BR/> Sexes because there is too much<BR/> fraternizing with the enemy.<BR/><BR/>Love,<BR/>Patti H.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437964542052755799.post-53680745864531812872007-11-06T11:33:00.000-04:002007-11-06T11:33:00.000-04:00Dear Dr. Howdy,In my sociology class at UNC, we we...Dear Dr. Howdy,<BR/><BR/>In my sociology class at UNC, we were instructed to write<BR/>down answers to some questions the teacher was asking.<BR/><BR/>"Next question," announced the instructor. "How would<BR/>you like to be seen by the opposite sex?"<BR/><BR/>I was thinking about my answer when the young woman<BR/>next to me turned and asked, "How do you spell 'intellectual?'"<BR/><BR/>Love ya,<BR/>Michelle<BR/><BR/>P.S. Does this proof what you've been saying about UNC students?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437964542052755799.post-9246008432291564722007-11-06T11:32:00.000-04:002007-11-06T11:32:00.000-04:00A man went to the doctor complaining of insomnia.T...A man went to the doctor complaining of insomnia.<BR/>The doctor gave him a thorough examination, found<BR/>absolutely nothing physically wrong with him, and<BR/>then told him,<BR/>"Listen, if you ever expect to cure<BR/>your insomnia, you just have to stop taking your<BR/>troubles to bed with you."<BR/>"I know" said the man, "but I can't. My wife refuses<BR/>to sleep alone."Professor Howdyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12189934292678757335noreply@blogger.com