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Some of my favorites As I clean out my email inbo… June 2, 2006

Posted by whatpushesmybuttons in humor.
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Some of my favorites

As I clean out my email inbox from three years worth of work I figured I’d share some of my favorite emails with y’all. Some you may have seen, some you may not have…but enjoy:

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Here are the top nine comments made by NBC sports commentators so far during the Summer Olympics that they would like to take back:

1. Weightlifting commentator: “This is Gregoriava from Bulgaria. I saw
her snatch this morning during her warm up and it was amazing.”

2. Dressage commentator: “This is really a lovely horse and I speak
from personal experience since I once mounted her mother.”

3. Paul Hamm, Gymnast: “I owe a lot to my parents, especially my
mother and father.”

4. Boxing Analyst: “Sure there have been injuries, and even some
deaths in boxing, but none of them really that serious.”

5. Softball announcer: “If history repeats itself, I should think we
can expect the same thing again.”

6. Basketball analyst: “He dribbles a lot and the opposition doesn’t
like it. In fact you can see it all over their faces.”

7. At the rowing medal ceremony: “Ah, isn’t that nice, the wife of the
IOC president is hugging the cox of the British crew.”

8. Soccer commentator: “Julian Dicks is everywhere.
It’s like they’ve got eleven Dicks on the field.”

9. Tennis commentator: “One of the reasons Andy is playing so well is
that, before the final round, his wife takes out his balls and kisses
them… Oh my God, what have I just said?”

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HER DIARY VS HIS DIARY

HER DIARY
Tonight I thought he was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a bar to have a drink. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment. Conversation wasn’t flowing so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk. He agreed but he kept quiet and absent. I asked him what was wrong; he said nothing. I asked him
if it was my fault that he was upset. He said it had nothing to do with me and not to worry. On the way home I told him that I loved him, he simply smiled and kept driving. I can’t explain his behavior; I don’t know why he didn’t say I love you too. When we got home I felt as if I had lost him, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there and watched T.V. He seemed distant and absent. Finally, I decided to go to bed. About 10 minutes later he came to bed, and to my surprise he responded to my caress and we made love, but I still felt that he was distracted and his thoughts were somewhere else. He fell asleep – I cried. I don’t know what to do. I’m almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster.

HIS DIARY
I’m disappointed the Jets lost today, but at least I got laid.

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A woman was shopping at her local supermarket where she selected a half-gallon of 2% milk, a carton of eggs, a quart of orange juice, a head of romaine lettuce, a 2 lbs can of coffee, and a 1 lbs package of bacon. As she was unloading her items on the conveyor belt to check-out, a drunk standing behind her watched as she placed the items in front of the cashier. While the cashier was ringing up her purchases the drunk calmly stated, “You must be single.” The woman was a bit startled by this proclamation but she was equally intrigued by the derelict’s intuition since she was indeed single. She looked at her six items on the belt and saw nothing particularly unusual about her selections that could have tipped off her drunken observer as to her marital status. Curiosity getting the better of her, she said, “Well, you know what, you’re absolutely correct. But how on earth did you know that?”

The drunk replied, “Cause you’re ugly.”
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Those are just some for now…more to follow 🙂

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