Good Joke?
( published 29th April 2002 )
www.alexandrino.com


Hi All,

last month in Antwerp my friend Johnny told me he often forwarded my jokes to his colleagues. Last Friday my friend Stefan said the same. "Do you forward the whole e-mail, or just the jokes?" Embarrassed answers: "Oh nononono, just the jokes of course!" Hmmmm, so why then only the jokes? "Well your comments are something private, you have a copyright on it"...Yeah, you bet!

Here a message to all of you. Given the following facts:

1) I am a bloody exhibionist
2) I love to meet new people
3) I spend hours ( well, actually minutes ) every day updating my homepage
3) I rip my ass off every morning at 6am to write something not intelligent

OF COURSE I DON'T MIND YOU FORWARDING MY COMMENTS, FOR GOD'S SAKE!!!!!!

I mean, where's the problem for you? Push the forward button and send. If you don't like the comments, there is no reason why somebody else wouldn't like them either...if you're ashamed of them, just stick a few arrows on the outgoing e-mail, or a message saying:" IGNORE COMMENTS, JOKE AT THE BOTTOM", or if it is really so bad, then then then...well, just copy and paste the joke then, Ok Ok Ok OK!

Have a nice day
Alex

A man was leaving a cafe with his morning coffee when he noticed a most unusual funeral procession approaching the nearby cemetery.

A long black hearse was followed by a second long black hearse about 50 feet behind. Behind the second hearse was a solitary man walking a pit bull terrier on a lead. Behind him was a queue of 200 men walking in single file.

The man couldn't stand the curiosity. He respectfully approached the man walking the dog. "I am so sorry for your loss, and I know now is a bad time to disturb you, but I've never seen a funeral like this. Whose funeral is it?"

The man replied, "Well, that first hearse is for my wife." "What happened to her?" The man replied, "My dog attacked and killed her." He inquired further, "Well, who is in the second hearse?" The man answered, "My mother-in-law. She was trying to help my wife

when the dog turned on her and killed her also ."

A poignant and thoughtful moment of silence passes between the two men. Can I borrow the dog?" "Join the queue."