For all of you who have received these emails................ 
> 
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> I just want to thank all of you for your educational e-mails over the 
> past year.  I am totally screwed up now and have little chance of 
> recovery. 
> 
> 
> 
> I no longer open a public bathroom door without using a paper towel or 
> have them put lemon slices in my ice water without worrying about the 
> bacteria on the lemon peel. 
> 
> I can't use the remote in a hotel room because I don't know what the 
> last person was doing while flipping through the adult movie channels. 
>                          I can't sit down on the hotel bedspread because I can only imagine what 
> has happened on it since it was last washed. 
> 
> I have trouble shaking hands with someone who has been driving because 
> the number one pastime while driving alone is picking ones nose 
> (although cell phone usage may be taking the number one spot). 
>            Eating a little snack sends me on a guilt trip because I can only 
> imagine how many gallons of trans fats I have consumed over the years. 
>                                
> I can't touch any woman's purse for fear she has placed it on the floor 
> of a public bathroom. 
> 
> I MUST SEND MY SPECIAL THANKS to whoever sent me the one about poop in 
> the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet sponge with every 
> envelope that needs sealing.                                                                    
> ALSO, now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same 
> reason. 
>                                                                
> 
> I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl (Penny 
> Brown) who is about to die in the hospital for the 1,387,258th time. 
> 
> I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive 
> the $15,000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOLare sending me for 
> participating in their special e-mail program. 
> 
> I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking 
> out for me, and St. Theresa's Novena has granted my every wish. 
>                                                            
> I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant 
> freaks with no eyes or feathers. 
>                                                I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a 
> water buffalo on a hot day. 
> 
> BECAUSE OF YOUR CONCERN, I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can 
> remove toilet stains. 
>                                        
> I no longer can buy gasoline without taking someone along to watch the 
> car so a serial killer won't crawl in my back seat when I'm pumping gas. 
>                            
> I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr. Pepper since the people who make these 
> products are atheists who refuse to put 'Under God' on their cans. 
>                  
> I no longer use Saran Wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer. 
> 
>                                                        AND THANKS FOR LETTING ME KNOW I can't boil a cup of water in the 
> microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face... disfiguring me 
> for life. 
> 
> I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be 
> pricked with a needle infected with AIDS. 
> 
> I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a 
> perfume sample and rob me. 
> 
> I no longer receive packages from UPS or Fed Ex since they are actually 
> Al Qaeda in disguise. 
> 
> I no longer shop at Target since they are French and don't support our 
> American troops or the Salvation Army. 
> 
> I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a 
> number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica , Uganda, 
> Singapore, and Uzbekistan . 
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> I no longer buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have 
> their recipe. 
> 
> THANKS TO YOU  I can't use anyone's toilet but mine because a big brown 
> African spider is lurking under the seat to cause me instant death when 
> it bites my butt. 
>                                          
> AND THANKS TO YOUR GREAT ADVICE  I can't ever pick up $5.00 dropped in 
> the parking lot because it probably was placed there by a sex molester 
> waiting underneath my car to grab my leg. 
> 
> I can no longer drive my car because I can't buy gas from certain gas 
> companies! 
>                                
> I can't do any gardening because I'm afraid I'll get bitten by the brown 
> recluse and my hand will fall off. 
>                                                                        
> 
> If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 
> minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 p.m. 
> tomorrow afternoon and the fleas from 12 camels will infest your back, 
> causing you to grow a hairy hump.  I know this will occur because it 
> actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor's 
> ex-mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's beautician . .  
>                                                            
> Oh, by the way.....  A German scientist from Argentina, after a lengthy study, has discovered 
> that people with insufficient brain activity read their e-mail with 
> their hand on the mouse. 
> 
>          Don't bother taking it off now, it's too late. 
>
 
 
1 comment:
My finger won't come off the mouse. I will look pretty silly at the doctor's office when I go to have him remove it.
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