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Possibly the funniest story in a while. This is a bricklayer's accident report, which was printed in the newsletter of the Australian equivalent of the Workers' Compensation board. This is a true story. Had this guy died, he'd have received a Darwin Award for sure....


Dear Sir:

I am writing in response to your request for additional information in Block 3 of the accid ent report form. I put "poor planning" as the cause of my accident. You asked for a fuller explanation and I trust the following details will be sufficient.

I am a bricklayer by trade. On the day of the accident, I was working alone on the roof of a new six story building. When I completed my work, found that I had some bricks left over which, when weighed later, were found to be slightly in excess of 500 lbs.

Rather than carry the bricks down by hand, I decided to lower them in a barrel by using a pulley, which was attached to the side of the building on the sixth floor.

Securing the rope at ground level, I went up to the roof, swung the barrel out and loaded the bricks into it. Then I went down and untied the rope, holding it tightly to ensure a slow descent of the bricks.

You will note in Block 11 of the accident report form that I weigh 175 lbs.

Due to my surprise at being jerked off the ground so suddenly, I lost my presenc e of mind and forgot to let go of the rope. Needless to say, I proceeded at a rapid rate up the side of the building.

In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel which was now proceeding downward at an equal, impressive speed.

This explained the fractured skull, minor abrasions and the broken collar bone, as listed in section 3 of the accident report form.

Slowed only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping until the fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley. Fortunately by this time I had regained my presence of mind and was able to hold tightly to the rope, in spite of beginning to experience a great deal of pain.

At approximately the same time, however, the barrel of bricks hit the ground and the bottom fell out of the barrel. Now devoid of the weight of the bricks, that barrel weighed approximately 50 lbs.

I refer you again to my weight.

As you can imagine, I began a rapid descent, down the side of the building. In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel coming up. This accounts for the two fractured ankles, broken tooth and several lacerations of my legs and lower body.

Here my luck began to change slightly. The encounter with the barrel seemed to slow me enough to lessen my injuries when I fell into the pile of bricks and fortunately only three vertebrae were cracked.

I am sorry to report, however, as I lay there on the pile of bricks, in pain unable to move, I again lost my composure and presence of mind and let go of the rope and I lay there watching the empty barrel begin its journey back down onto me. This explains the two broken legs.

I hope this answers your inquiry.

Bill Fuller
 
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I've always heard it as an old Irish drinking song called "The Sick Note."

THE SICK NOTE

Dear Boss, I write this note, for to tell you of my plight.
And at the time of writing, I am not a pretty sight.
My body is all black and blue, my face a deathly grey.
And I write this note to say why Paddy's not at work today.

While working on the fourteenth floor, some bricks I had to clear.
For to throw them down from off the top, seemed quite a good idea.
The foreman he would not agree, he being an awful sod,
And he said I'd have to cart them down the ladder, in my hod.

Well, clearing all those bricks by hand, it seemed so very slow,
So I hoisted up a barrel and secured the rope below.
But in my haste to do the job, I was too blind to see
That a barrel full of building bricks is heavier than me.

So when I untied the rope, of course the barrel fell like lead.
And clinging tightly to the rope, I started up instead.
I shot up like a rocket and to my dismay I found
That half-way up, I met the bloody barrel coming down.

Well the barrel broke my shoulder as towards the ground it sped.
And when I reached the top, I banged the pulley with my head.
I held on tight, now numb with shock from that terrific blow,
While the barrel spilled out half its bricks, some fourteen floors below.

Now when the bricks had fallen from the barrel to the floor,
I then outweighed the barrel, and I started down once more.
I still held tightly to the rope, my body racked with pain,
When halfway down, I met the bloody barrel once again.

Well the force of that collision, halfway up the office block,
Caused multiple contusions, and a nasty state of shock.
I still held tightly to the rope, and headed towards the ground,
And landed on those broken bricks, lain scattered all around.

Well as I lay there moaning, sure I thought I'd passed the worst.
But when the barrel reached the top, `twas then the bottom burst.
A shower of bricks rained down on me, I didn't have a hope.
And in the great confusion, I let go the bloody rope.

Well, the barrel now was heavier, and started heading down.
And it landed right on top of me, as I lay there on the ground.
It broke three ribs, and my left arm, and I can only say,
That I hope you'll understand why Paddy's not at work today.
 
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Eight Words with two Meanings
1. THINGY (thing-ee) n.
Female...... Any part under a car's hood.
Male..... The strap fastener on a woman's bra.

2. VULNERABLE (vul-ne-ra-bel) adj.
Female.... Fully opening up one's self emotionally to another.
Male.... Playing football without a cup.

3. COMMUNICATION (ko-myoo-ni-kay-shon) n.
Female... The open sharing of thoughts and feelings with one's
partner.
Male... Leaving a note before taking off on a fishing trip with the
boys.

4. COMMITMENT (ko-mit-ment) n.
Female.... A desire to get married and raise a family.
Male...... Trying not to hit on other women while out with this one.

5. ENTERTAINMENT (en-ter-tayn-ment) n.
Female.... A good movie, concert, play or book.
Male...... Anything that can be done while drinking beer.

6. FLATULENCE (flach-u-lens) n.
Female.... An embarrassing byproduct of indigestion.
Male...... A source of entertainment, self-expression, male bonding.

7. MAKING LOVE (may-king luv) n.
Female...... The greatest expression of intimacy a couple can
achieve.
Male.. Call it whatever you want, just as long as we do it.

8. REMOTE CONTROL (ri-moht kon-trohl) n.
Female.... A device for changing from one TV channel to another.
Male... A device for scanning through all 375 channels every 5
minutes.
 
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Found this one... remembered that a good friend of mine thought it was the funniest ever.
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Frank was excited about his new rifle and decided to try bear hunting. He travels up to Alaska, spots a small brown bear and shoots it. Right afterwards, there was a tap on his shoulder and he turned around to see a big black bear. The black bear said, "That was a very bad mistake. That was my cousin and I'm going to give you two choices. Either I maul you to death or we have sex." After considering briefly, Frank decided to accept the latter alternative. So the black bear has his way with Frank. Even though he felt sore for two weeks, Frank soon recovered and vowed revenge. He headed out on another trip back to Alaska where he found the black bear and shot it dead.

Right afterwards, there was another tap on his shoulder. This time a huge grizzly bear stood right next to him. The grizzly said, "That was a big mistake, Frank. That was my cousin and you've got two choices. Either I maul you to death or we have rough sex." Again, Frank thought it was better to cooperate with the grizzly bear than be mauled to death. So the grizzly has his way with Frank.

Although he survived, it took several months before Frank fully recovered. Now Frank is completely outraged, so he headed back to Alaska and managed to track down the grizzly bear and shoot it.

He felt sweet revenge, but then moments later, there was a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to find a giant polar bear standing there. The polar bear looked at him and said, "Admit it Frank, you don't come here for the hunting, do you?"
 
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If this one's already on here, I apologize. I haven't read the whole thread. (I will eventually.)

Three guys are going through their FBI training, and they pass all the tests with flying colors. Finally, the day of their last test.

The three are in a waiting room, each to be tested by a panel of directors, one at a time. They call the first guy in, they ask him some questions, then give him a gun. They tell him to walk out into the hallway, and to prove his loyalty to them, he has to shoot his wife.

He says, "I'm sorry, I can't do that." They tell him that he's failed and to go look for work, elsewhere.

They call the second guy in, ask him questions, and give him the gun with the same explanation. He also refuses, and he leaves, failing the test.

They call the third guy in, give him the same song-and-dance routine, and give him the gun. He takes the gun, walks out into the hallway, where his wife is waiting for him. The testers hear a bang, some screaming, a few more shots, then a loud, mess of noises in the hallway.

They run to the hall and see him standing above his dead wife, panting. He says, "the gun you gave me had blanks in it, so I had to strangle her to death."
 
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Ain't Scared of the Devil

A few minutes before the services started in the local church, the
townspeople were sitting in their pews and talking. Suddenly, Satan
appeared at the front of the church. Everyone started screaming
and running for the front entrance, trampling each other in a frantic
effort to get away from evil incarnate. Soon everyone had exited the
church
except for one elderly gentleman who sat calmly in his pew without
moving, seeming oblivious to the fact that God's ultimate enemy was in
his presence.

So Satan walked up to the man. "Aren't you afraid of me?" Satan asked.

"Nope, sure ain't." said the man.

"Don't you realize I can kill you with a word?" asked Satan.

"Don't doubt it for a minute," returned the old man, in an even tone.

"Did you know that I could cause you profound, horrifying, physical
AGONY for all eternity?" persisted Satan.

"Yep," was the calm reply.

"And you're still not afraid?" asked Satan.

"Nope."

More than a little perturbed, Satan asked, "Well, why aren't you afraid
of me?"

The man calmly replied, "Been married to your sister for 48 years."

 
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The Kitchen Bitch

A mother was working in the kitchen listening to her 5 -year-old son playing with his new electric train in the living room. She heard the train stop and her son saying, "All of you sons of bitches who want off, get the hell off now... cause this is the last stop! And all of you sons of bitches who are getting on, get your asses on the train...cause we're going down the tracks."

The horrified mother went in and told her son, "We don't use that kind of language in this house." "Now I want you to go to your room and you are to stay there for TWO HOURS. When you come out, you may play with your train...but I want you to use nice language."

Two hours later, the son came out of the bedroom and resumed playing with his train. Soon the train stopped and the mother heard her son say... "All passengers, please remember your things, thank you and hope your trip was a pleasant one. We hope you will ride with us again soon."

She heard her little darling continue... "For those of you just boarding, remember, there is no smoking in the train. We hope you will have a pleasant and relaxing journey with us today."

As the mother began to smile, the child added, "For those of you who are pissed off about the TWO HOUR delay, please see the bitch in the kitchen.
 
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Who knows if this is true.....but it is goddamn hilarious.



This was in the Washington Post... the title of the article was.......

"Best Comeback Line Ever."

In summary, the police arrested Patrick Lawrence, a 22-year-old white male, resident of Dacula, GA, in a pumpkin patch at 11:38 p.m. on Friday.

Lawrence will be charged with lewd and lascivious behavior, public indecency, and public intoxication at the Gwinnett County courthouse on Monday.

The suspect explained that as he was passing a pumpkin patch he
decided to stop. "You know, a pumpkin is soft and squishy inside, and
there was no one around here for miles. At least I thought there wasn't,"
he stated in a phone interview.

Lawrence went on to say that he pulled over to the side of the road, picked out a pumpkin that he felt was appropriate to his purposes, cut a hole in it, and proceeded to satisfy his need.

"I guess I was just really into it, you know?" He commented with evident
embarrassment.

In the process, Lawrence apparently failed to notice a Gwinnett County police car approaching and was unaware of his audience until officer Brenda Taylor approached him.

"It was an unusual situation, that's for sure," said officer Taylor."

I walked up to (Lawrence) and he's..just working away at this pumpkin.

"Taylor went on to describe what happened when she approached Lawrence.

"I just went up and said, 'Excuse me sir, but do you realize that you are screwing a pumpkin?'

"He froze and was clearly very surprised that I was there, and then looked me straight in the face and said,"

"A pumpkin? Damn...is it midnight already?'"

 
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Painting job

A blonde, wanting to earn some money, decided to hire herself out as a handyman-type and started canvassing a wealthy neighborhood.

She went to the front door of the first house and asked the owner if he had any jobs for her to do. "Well, you can paint my porch. How much will you charge?"

The blonde said, "How about 50 dollars?" The man agreed and told her that the paint and ladders that she might need were in the garage.

The man's wife, inside the house, heard the conversation and said to her husband, "Does she realize that the porch goes all the way around the house?"

The man replied, "She should. She was standing on the porch."

A short time later, the blonde came to the door to collect her money.

"You're finished already?" he asked.

"Yes," the blonde answered, "and I had paint left over, so I gave it two coats."

Impressed, the man reached in his pocket for the $50.

"And by the way," the blonde added, "That's not a Porsch, it's a Ferrari."
 
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>>Here are David Letterman's Top 10 reasons why there are no black NASCAR
>>drivers (bet his life will be miserable after the NAACP sees this):
>>
>>#10 - They have to sit upright while driving.
>>#9 - The pistol won't stay under the front seat.
>>#8 - The engine noise drowns out the loud rap music.
>>#7 - Pit crew can't work on car while holding up pants at same time.
>>#6 - They keep trying to carjack Dale, Jr.
>>#5 - Police cars on the track interfere with the race.
>>#4 - There is no passenger seat for the Ho.
>>#3 - No Cadillacs are approved for competition.
>>#2 - They can't wear their helmet sideways.
>>
>>AND THE NUMBER 1 REASON WHY BLACKS CAN'T BE IN NASCAR...
>>
>>#1 - When they crash their cars, they bail out and run.
 
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