Friday, Dec 01, 2006 at 10:33
AMNESIA: condition that enables a woman who has gone through labor to
have sex again.
BOTTLE FEEDING: an opportunity for Daddy to get up at 2am too.
DEFENSE: what you'd better have around de yard if you're going to let
de children play outside.
DROOLING: how teething babies wash their chins.
DUMBWAITER: one who asks if the kids would care to order dessert.
FAMILY PLANNING: the art of spacing your children the proper distance
apart to keep you on the edge of financial disaster
FEEDBACK: the inevitable result when the baby doesn't appreciate the
strained carrots.
FULL NAME: what you call your child when you're mad at him.
GRANDPARENTS: the people who think your children are wonderful even
though they're sure you're not raising them right.
HEARSAY: what toddlers do when anyone mutters a dirty word.
IMPREGNABLE: a woman whose memory of labor is still vivid.
INDEPENDENT: how we want our children to be as long as they do
everything we say.
LOOK OUT!: what it's too late for your child to do by the time you
scream it
PRENATAL: when your life was still somewhat your own.
PREPARED CHILDBIRTH: a contradiction in terms
PUDDLE: a small body of
water that draws other small bodies wearing dry
shoes into it.
SHOW OFF: a child who is more talented than yours.
STERILIZE: what you do to your first baby's pacifier by boiling it and
to your last baby's pacifier by blowing on it
STOREROOM: the distance required between the
supermarket aisles so that
children in shopping carts can't quite reach anything.
TEMPER TANTRUMS: what you should keep to a minimum so as to not upset
the children.
THUNDERSTORM: a chance to see how many family members can fit into one
bed.
TOP BUNK: where you should never put a child wearing Superman jammies.
TWO-MINUTE WARNING: when the baby's face turns red and she begins to
make those familiar grunting noises.
VERBAL: able to whine in words
WEAKER SEX: the kind you have after the kids have worn you out.
WHODUNIT: none of the kids that live in your house.
WHOOPS: an exclamation that translates roughly into "get a sponge."
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By the way, it's not me, I wear size 38 !
Joe had been battling headaches for years, but lately they had gotten
much worse, so he decided he just had to see a doctor.
"The good news is I can cure your headaches," said the doctor. "The bad
news is that it will require castration. You have a very rare condition
which causes your testicles to press up against the base of your spine
and the pressure creates one hell of a headache. The only way to relieve
the pressure is to remove the testicles."
Joe was shocked and depressed. He wondered if he had anything to live
for. He couldn't concentrate long enough to answer, but decided he had
no choice but to go under the knife. When he left the hospital, he was
headache-free for the first time in over 20 years, but he felt as if he
was missing an important part of himself. As he walked down the street,
Joe realized he felt like a different person. He could make a new
beginning and live a new life.
He saw a men's clothing store and thought, "That's what I need, a new
suit," and went in.
The elderly tailor eyed him quickly and said, "Let's see, you're a size
44 long."
Joe laughed and said, "That's right, how did you know?"
"Been in the business 60 years!" the tailor said
Joe tried on the suit. It fit perfectly.
As Joe admired himself in the mirror the tailor asked, "How about a new
shirt?"
Joe thought for a moment and then said, "Sure."
"Let's see, 16 1/2 neck, 34 sleeve," said the tailor.
Joe was surprised. "How did you know?"
"Been in the business 60 years." The shirt fit perfectly.
As Joe looked at himself in the mirror, the tailor said, "You could use
new shoes."
Since Joe was on a roll, he said, "Sure."
The man eyed Joe's feet and said, "9 1/2 E." Joe was astonished. "That's
right. How did you know?"
"Been in the business 60 years."
Joe tried on the shoes and they also fit perfectly. As Joe walked
comfortably around the
shop, the salesman asked, "How about new
underwear?"
Joe thought for a second and said, "Why not?"
The man stepped back, eyed Joe's waist and said, "Let's see, size 36."
"Finally, I've got you!" Joe laughed. "I've worn size 32 since I was 18
years old."
The tailor shook his head. "You can't wear a size 32. Size 32 underwear
is too small and would force your testicles to press against the base of
your spine and give you one hell of a headache."
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