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Bob Maar
(Maar stands for Maartini)

Posts: 28608
From: New York City & Newport, RI
Registered: Feb 2001
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posted 02-26-2007 09:44 AM
Rated G Becky
Two men met at a bus stop and struck up a conversation. One of them complained of family problems.
Finally, the other man said, "You think you have family problems? Listen. A few years ago I met a young widow with a grown-up daughter, and we got married. Later my father married my stepdaughter. That made my stepdaughter my stepmother and my father became my stepson. Also, my wife became mother-in-law of her father-in-law.
"Then the daughter of my wife, my stepmother, had a son. This boy was my half-brother because he was my father's son, but he was also the son of my wife's daughter, which made him my wife's grandson. That made me the grandfather of my half-brother.
"This was nothing until my wife and I had a son. Now the half- sister of my son, my stepmother, is also the grandmother. This makes my father the brother-in-law of my child, whose stepsister is my father's wife. I'm my stepmother's brother-in-law, my wife is her own child's aunt, my son is my father's nephew and I'm my own grandfather! And you think you have family problems!"
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Bob Maar
(Maar stands for Maartini)

Posts: 28608
From: New York City & Newport, RI
Registered: Feb 2001
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posted 02-28-2007 08:57 AM
Rated G Lorraine
On a visit to Alaska my brother stopped the car at the crest of a hill overlooking a deep chasm and we got out. Across the gorge and up a steep bank was a grassy meadow where grizzlies often bask in the sun or dig parka squirrels out of their burrows. The meadow was quiet that day, to my relief, but I betrayed my fears when I remarked that a bear would have a long way to run, down into the gorge and up the slope, to get to us.
"That's true," my brother said, "unless it came from behind." At that moment, Paul turned to look over his shoulder, gasped, and sprinted towards the car. Before I had time to react, he had the car door open, one foot in and was already driving away.
"Don't leave me!" I yelled to my treacherous brother.
Just then he straightened up from his crouched position half in and half out of the car. He looked at me incredulously before explaining, "I forgot to set the hand brake; the car was rolling down the hill."
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Bob Maar
(Maar stands for Maartini)

Posts: 28608
From: New York City & Newport, RI
Registered: Feb 2001
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posted 03-24-2007 12:10 PM
Rated G Lorraine
While my daughter, Courtney, was away at college, a new subdivision went up next to our neighborhood. An avid runner, Courtney decided to include it in her daily jogging route, and her first morning home, she laced up her running shoes and was out the door. As she entered the subdivision, she saw a little girl on a tricycle watching her mother plant flowers. Courtney returned the girl's big smile and wave as she ran by, and yelled, "Hi!" She did this each of the five times she ran around the development. As Courtney was passing for the sixth time, the girl turned to her mother. "Please, Mommy," she begged. "Make her stop!"
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