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What is the sweetest thing to do?

It's the sweetest thing to do. Do it the bed, on a sofa, in the bathroom or anywhere!
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U must never stop doing it. It's called Prayer!<br><br>Post edited by: Mini, at: 2010/05/04 08:58

Johnny went to give his english exam.Then he came back.
Mother: How was your exam?
Johnny: It was good except that I did not know the past tense of think.I thought and I thought and I wrote thunk.

A man walked out to the street and caught a taxi just going by. He got into the taxi, and the cabbie said, \&quot;Perfect timing. You're just like Brian!\&quot;

Passenger: \&quot;Who?\&quot;

Cabbie: \&quot;Brian Sullivan. He's a guy who did everything right all the time. Like my coming along when you needed a cab, things happen like
that to Brian Sullivan, every single time.\&quot;

Passenger: \&quot;There are always a few clouds over everybody.\&quot;

Cabbie: \&quot;Not Brian Sullivan. He was a terrific athlete. He could have won the Grand Slam at tennis. He could golf with the pros. He sang like an opera baritone and danced like a Broadway star and you should have heard him play the piano. He was an amazing guy.\&quot;

Passenger: \&quot;Sounds like he was something really special.\&quot;

Cabbie: \&quot;There's more. He had a memory like a computer. He remembered everybody's birthday. He knew all about wine, which foods to order and
which fork to eat them with. He could fix anything. Not like me. I change a fuse, and the whole street blacks out. But Brian Sullivan, he could do everything right.\&quot;

Passenger: \&quot;Wow. Some guy then.\&quot;

Cabbie: \&quot;He always knew the quickest way to go in traffic and avoid traffic jams. Not like me, I always seem to get stuck in them. But Brian, he never made a mistake, and he really knew how to treat a woman and make her feel good. He would never answer her back even if she was in the wrong; and his clothing was always immaculate, shoes highly polished too. He was the perfect man! He never made a mistake.

No one could ever measure up to Brian Sullivan.\&quot;

Passenger: \&quot;An amazing fellow. How did you meet him?\&quot;

Cabbie: \&quot;Well, I never actually met Brian.

He died.

I'm married to his bloody widow.\&quot;

There was a fish in the water thinking, \&quot;Gosh...if that fly goes down three inches...I can eat him.\&quot;

There was a bear on the shore thinking, \&quot;Gosh...if that fly goes down three inches that fish will jump for the fly...and I will l grab him.\&quot;

It also happened that a hunter was farther up the bank of the lake preparing to eat a cheese sandwich....\&quot;Gosh,\&quot; he thought, \&quot;if that fly goes down three inches...and that fish leaps for it...that bear will expose himself and grab for the fish. I'll shoot the bear and have a proper lunch.\&quot;


You probably think this is enough activity on one bank of a lake, but I can tell you there's more....


A wee mouse by the hunter's foot was thinking, \&quot;Gosh... if that fly goes down three inches...and that fish jumps for that fly... and that bear grabs for that fish...the dumb hunter will shoot the bear and drop his cheese sandwich.\&quot;

A cat lurking in the bushes took in this scene and thought, as was fashionable to do on the banks of this particular lake around lunch time...Gosh, if that fly goes down three inches...and that fish jumps for that fly... and that bear grabs for that fish and that hunter shoots that bear..and that mouse makes off with the cheese sandwich... then I can have mouse for lunch.\&quot;

The poor fly is finally so hot and so dry that he heads down for the cooling mist of the water.

The fish swallows the fly...
the bear grabs the fish...
the hunter shoots the bear...
the mouse grabs the cheese sandwich...
the cat jumps for the mouse...
the mouse ducks...
the cat falls into the water and drowns.

The moral of the story is:


Whenever a fly goes down three inches ...



some \&quot;cat\&quot; is in serious danger.