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<blockquote data-quote="Pixie" data-source="post: 73940" data-attributes="member: 8"><p>WHY WE FORWARD JOKES? This explains it.... </p><p>>> > >> > </p><p>>> > >> >A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was </p><p>>>enjoying the </p><p>>> > >> >scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. </p><p>>>He </p><p>>> > >> >remembered dying, and that the dog, walking beside him had </p><p>>>been dead for </p><p>>> > >> >years. He wondered where the road was leading them. </p><p>>> > >> > </p><p>>> > >> >After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along </p><p>>>one side of </p><p>>> > >> >the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top </p><p>>> > >> >of a long hill, its was broken by a tall arch that glowed in </p><p>>>the </p><p>>> > >> >sunlight. When he was standing before it he saw a </p><p>>>magnificent gate in </p><p>>> > >> >the arch that looked like Mother of Pearl, and the street </p><p>>>that led to </p><p>>> > >> >the gate looked like pure gold. </p><p>>> > >> > </p><p>>> > >> >He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, </p><p>>>he saw a </p><p>>> > >> >man at the desk to one side. When he was close </p><p>>> > >> >enough, he called out, </p><p>>> > >> >"Excuse me, where are we?" </p><p>>> > >> >"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered. </p><p>>> > >> >"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked. </p><p>>> > >> >"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water </p><p>>>brought </p><p>>> > >> >right up." The man gestured, and the gate began </p><p>>> > >> >to open. </p><p>>> > >> >"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in too?" </p><p>>>the traveler </p><p>>> > >> >asked. </p><p>>> > >> >"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets." </p><p>>> > >> > </p><p>>> > >> >The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the </p><p>>>road and </p><p>>> > >> >continued the way he had been going with his </p><p>>> > >> >dog. After another long walk, and at the top of another long </p><p>>>hill, he </p><p>>> > >> >came to a dirt road which led through a farm gate that </p><p>>>looked as if it </p><p>>> > >> >had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached </p><p>>>the gate, </p><p>>> > >> >he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a </p><p>>>book. </p><p>>> > >> > </p><p>>> > >> >"Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any </p><p>>>water?" </p><p>>> > >> >"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there." The man pointed to </p><p>>>a place </p><p>>> > >> >that couldn't be seen from outside the gate. </p><p>>> > >> >"Come on in." </p><p>>> > >> >"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the </p><p>>>dog. </p><p>>> > >> >"There should be a bowl by the pump." </p><p>>> > >> > </p><p>>> > >> >They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an </p><p>>>old fashioned </p><p>>> > >> >hand pump with a bowl beside it. The </p><p>>> > >> >traveler filled the bowl and took a long drink himself, then </p><p>>>he gave </p><p>>> > >> >some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked </p><p>>>back toward </p><p>>> > >> >the man who was standing by the tree waiting for them. </p><p>>> > >> > </p><p>>> > >> >"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked. </p><p>>> > >> >"This is Heaven," was the answer. </p><p>>> > >> >"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down </p><p>>>the road </p><p>>> > >> >said that was Heaven too" </p><p>>> > >> >"Oh you mean the place with the gold street and pearly </p><p>>>gates? Nope. </p><p>>> > >> >That's Hell." </p><p>>> > >> >"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like </p><p>>>that?" </p><p>>> > >> >"No. I can see how you might think so, but we're just happy </p><p>>>that they </p><p>>> > >> >screen out the folks who'll leave their best </p><p>>> > >> >friends behind." </p><p>>> > >> > </p><p>>> > >> >Soooo.... Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding </p><p>>>jokes to us </p><p>>> > >> >without writing a word, maybe this could </p><p>>> > >> >explain: </p><p>>> > >> >When you want to keep in touch, guess what you do? You </p><p>>>forward jokes. </p><p>>> > >> >When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep in </p><p>>>contact, you </p><p>>> > >> >forward jokes. When you have something to say, but don't </p><p>>>know what, and </p><p>>> > >> >don't know how, you forward jokes. And to let you know that </p><p>>>you are </p><p>>> > >> >still remembered, you are still important, you are still </p><p>>>loved, you are </p><p>>> > >> >still cared for, guess what you get? A forwarded joke. </p><p>>> > >> > </p><p>>> > >> >So my friend, next time you receive a joke, it means you've </p><p>>>been thought </p><p>>> > >> >of today and your friend on the other end of your computer </p><p>>>misses you </p><p>>> > >> >and wanted to send you a smile.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Pixie, post: 73940, member: 8"] WHY WE FORWARD JOKES? This explains it.... >> > >> > >> > >> >A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was >>enjoying the >> > >> >scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. >>He >> > >> >remembered dying, and that the dog, walking beside him had >>been dead for >> > >> >years. He wondered where the road was leading them. >> > >> > >> > >> >After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along >>one side of >> > >> >the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top >> > >> >of a long hill, its was broken by a tall arch that glowed in >>the >> > >> >sunlight. When he was standing before it he saw a >>magnificent gate in >> > >> >the arch that looked like Mother of Pearl, and the street >>that led to >> > >> >the gate looked like pure gold. >> > >> > >> > >> >He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, >>he saw a >> > >> >man at the desk to one side. When he was close >> > >> >enough, he called out, >> > >> >"Excuse me, where are we?" >> > >> >"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered. >> > >> >"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked. >> > >> >"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water >>brought >> > >> >right up." The man gestured, and the gate began >> > >> >to open. >> > >> >"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in too?" >>the traveler >> > >> >asked. >> > >> >"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets." >> > >> > >> > >> >The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the >>road and >> > >> >continued the way he had been going with his >> > >> >dog. After another long walk, and at the top of another long >>hill, he >> > >> >came to a dirt road which led through a farm gate that >>looked as if it >> > >> >had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached >>the gate, >> > >> >he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a >>book. >> > >> > >> > >> >"Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any >>water?" >> > >> >"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there." The man pointed to >>a place >> > >> >that couldn't be seen from outside the gate. >> > >> >"Come on in." >> > >> >"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the >>dog. >> > >> >"There should be a bowl by the pump." >> > >> > >> > >> >They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an >>old fashioned >> > >> >hand pump with a bowl beside it. The >> > >> >traveler filled the bowl and took a long drink himself, then >>he gave >> > >> >some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked >>back toward >> > >> >the man who was standing by the tree waiting for them. >> > >> > >> > >> >"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked. >> > >> >"This is Heaven," was the answer. >> > >> >"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down >>the road >> > >> >said that was Heaven too" >> > >> >"Oh you mean the place with the gold street and pearly >>gates? Nope. >> > >> >That's Hell." >> > >> >"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like >>that?" >> > >> >"No. I can see how you might think so, but we're just happy >>that they >> > >> >screen out the folks who'll leave their best >> > >> >friends behind." >> > >> > >> > >> >Soooo.... Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding >>jokes to us >> > >> >without writing a word, maybe this could >> > >> >explain: >> > >> >When you want to keep in touch, guess what you do? You >>forward jokes. >> > >> >When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep in >>contact, you >> > >> >forward jokes. When you have something to say, but don't >>know what, and >> > >> >don't know how, you forward jokes. And to let you know that >>you are >> > >> >still remembered, you are still important, you are still >>loved, you are >> > >> >still cared for, guess what you get? A forwarded joke. >> > >> > >> > >> >So my friend, next time you receive a joke, it means you've >>been thought >> > >> >of today and your friend on the other end of your computer >>misses you >> > >> >and wanted to send you a smile. [/QUOTE]
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