A friend who calls me “Twisted” emailed me this a couple of days ago. I thought it might be a good thing to share with my friends. This is an article submitted to a 1999 Louisville Sentinel contest to find out who had the wildest Christmas dinners. It won first prize. As a joke, my
Three men died on Christmas Eve and were met by Saint Peter at the Pearly Gates. “In honor of this Holy season” Saint Peter said, “You must each possess something that symbolizes Christmas to get into heaven.” The first man fumbled through his pockets and pulled out a lighter. He flicked it on. “It
How naive can a person be? I was in my early twenties living in Goose Bay. One of my friends was a sergeant in the US Air Force. I’ll call him Sergeant Ralph. Two or three years earlier he had fallen in love with a Mexican lady, got married and now was stationed in Goose
My younger daughter posted these images on FaceBook. I just felt a burning need to pass them on! Page One Page Two
Merry Punjab Christmas
Every now and again, something serious (read funny) shows up in my email box. Here’s a good example of why men should not be asked for advice! Dear Walter, I hope you can help me here. The other day I set off for work. I left my husband in the house watching the TV as usual.
There’s a deli restaurant in Toronto called The Pickle Barrel. When we lived in the area we loved to go there for pastrami, corned beef and other deli favorites. One of the waiters at the Pickle Ba rrel in Willowdale was always a little chippy and fun to deal with. He always rose to the
A moment not to be forgotten; in the sixties there was a carpet cleaning product called “GloryTM”. It came in a spray can. To use it, one would turn the can over so that the top is towards the bottom and much like canned whipped cream, press the nozzle sideways and a ball of white