Posts Tagged ‘pay’

Classy things to say when stressed

Thursday, August 27th, 2009

Stressed“Well this day was a total waste of make-up”

“Well, aren’t we a ray of sunshine?”

“Don’t bother me; I’m living happily ever after.”

“I started out with nothing still have most of it left”

“I pretend to work, they pretend to pay me”

“YOU!!… off my planet!!!”

“Therapy is expensive. Popping bubble plastic is cheap. You choose”

“Practice random acts of intelligence and senseless acts of Self-control”

“Errors have been made. Others will be blamed”

“I’m not crazy. I’ve been in a very bad mood for 30 years.”

“Sarcasm is just one more service I offer.”

“Whatever kind of look you were going for, you missed”

“Do they ever shut up on your planet?”

“Stress is when you wake up screaming and realize you haven’t gone to sleep yet”

“Back off!! You’re standing in my aura.”

“Don’t worry. I forgot your name too.”

“I work 45 hours a week to be this poor.”

“Nice perfume. Must you marinate in it.”

“Not all men are annoying. Some are dead.”

“Wait…I’m trying to imagine you with a personality”

“Chaos, panic and disorder . . . my work here is done.”

“Earth is full. Go home.”

“Aw, did I step on your poor little bitty ego?”

“I’m not tense, just terribly, terribly alert.”

“You are depriving some village of an idiot.”

Little Old Lady

Monday, May 18th, 2009

Little Old LadyThere was a little old lady who, every morning, stepped onto her front porch, raised her arms to the sky and shouted: ‘PRAISE THE LORD, His Love and Mercy endures forever!’

One day an atheist moved into the house next door. He became irritated at the little old lady. Every morning he’d step onto his front porch after her and yell: ‘THERE IS NO LORD!’

Time passed with the two of them carrying on this way every day.
One morning, in the middle of winter, the little old lady stepped onto her front porch and shouted: ‘PRAISE THE LORD! Please Lord, I have no food and I am starving, provide for me, oh Lord! The next morning she stepped out onto her porch and there were two huge bags of groceries sitting there.
‘PRAISE THE LORD!’ she cried out. ‘HE HAS PROVIDED GROCERIES FOR ME!’

The atheist neighbour jumped out of the hedges and shouted: ‘THERE IS NO LORD; I BOUGHT THOSE GROCERIES!’

The little old lady threw her arms into the air and shouted: ‘PRAISE THE LORD! HE HAS PROVIDED ME WITH GROCERIES AND MADE THE DEVIL PAY FOR THEM!’