People are like slinkeys; they dont really serve a purpose but you cant help laughing when one falls down the stairs.

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-J7CCt4wh_M

All I can say. 

People are like slinkeys; they dont really serve a purpose but you cant help laughing when one falls down the stairs.

Peter

No more cars left, Westpaminis is now just a memory, Good luck to all those hard working dealers left out there, We can tell you its not easy. We have fully enjoyed meeting all the fine folks we have in the business.

That wasn't a funny post - please try and keep this on-topic.

Seriousness will not be tolerated from the pedants gallery, or we will have to ask you to take your adult outlook on life somewhere else...

Metric is for people who can't do fractions.

the colonoscopy is uneventful because you sleep through it.  The preparation is the worst part.  Now you only need one every 5-10 years if your first one was OK.  Don't be afraid to have one.  Just remind yourself that after the prep is completed, it's all coasting downhill after that.

I can honestly say I'd rather have a colonoscopy than have a tooth filled.  One problem though.  If you don't have good insurance, the colonoscopy is very expensive.

There's almost no need to die of colon cancer.  You have to be either very unlucky and get a super aggressive form of colon cancer OR you have to neglect getting a colonoscopy on a timely basis and thus die because the cancer was caught too late. The doctor who did mine had already done someting like 25,000 procedures in his career.

Okay one more.

You said you wanted childish humor so I thought I'd share my kindergarten students' favorite riddle this year......

http://www.kids-korner.net/rhymes/fridge.html

Kristina

 a picture's worth a thousand words!

Loved the colonoscopi story. Funny but my mom just had this done Wednesday and the whole build up to the procedure was about the same for her.

Kristina

"I called my friend Andy Sable, a gastroenterologist, to make an

appointment for a colonoscopy. A few days later, in his office,

Andy showed  me a color diagram of the colon, a lengthy organ that

appears to go all over the place, at one point passing briefly through

Minneapolis. Then Andy explained the colonoscopy procedure to

me in a thorough, reassuring and patient manner. I nodded

thoughtfully, but I didn't really hear anything he said, because my brain was

shrieking, quote,'HE'S GOING TO STICK A TUBE 17,000 FEET UP YOUR ASS!'

I left Andy's office with some written instructions, and a

prescription for a product called 'MoviPrep,' which comes in a box large enough

to hold a microwave oven. I will discuss MoviPrep in detail later; for

now suffice it to say that we must never allow it to fall into the hands of

America's enemies.

I spent the next several days productively sitting around being

nervous. Then, on the day before my colonoscopy, I began my

preparation. In accordance with my instructions, I didn't eat

any solid food that day; all I  had was chicken broth, which is

basically water, only with less flavor. Then, in the evening, I took the

MoviPrep. You mix two packets of powder together in a one-liter

plastic jug, then you fill it with lukewarm water.  (For those

unfamiliar with the metric system, a liter is about 32 gallons.)

Then you have to drink the whole jug. This takes about an hour, because

MoviPrep tastes - and here I am being kind - like a mixture of goat spit

and urinal cleanser, with just a hint of lemon.

The instructions for MoviPrep, clearly written by somebody with

a great sense of humor, state that after you drink it, 'a loose

watery bowel movement may result.' This is kind of like saying that

after you jump off your roof, you may experience contact with the ground.

MoviPrep is a nuclear laxative. I don't want to be too graphic,

here, but:  Have you ever seen a space-shuttle launch? This is pretty

much the MoviPrep experience, with you as the shuttle. There are

times when you wish the commode had a seat belt. You spend several

hours pretty much confined to the bathroom, spurting violently. You

eliminate everything. And then, when you figure you must be totally empty,

you have to drink another liter of MoviPrep, at which point, as far

as I can tell, your bowels travel into the future and start eliminating

food that you have not even eaten yet.

After an action-packed evening, I finally got to sleep. The next

morning my wife drove me to the clinic. I was very nervous. Not

only was I worried about the procedure, but I had been experiencing

occasional return bouts of MoviPrep spurtage. I was thinking,

'What if I spurt on Andy?'  How do you apologize to a friend for something

like that?  Flowers would not be enough.

At the clinic I had to sign many forms acknowledging that I

understood and totally agreed with whatever the heck the forms said. Then

they led me to a room full of other colonoscopy people, where I went

inside a little curtained space and took off my clothes and put on one of

those hospital garments designed by sadist perverts, the kind that,

when you put it on,  makes you feel even more naked than when you are

actually naked.

Then a nurse named Eddie put a little needle in a vein in my

left hand. Ordinarily I would have fainted, but Eddie was very good, and I

was already lying down.  Eddie also told me that some people

put vodka in their MoviPrep. At first I was ticked off that I

hadn't thought of this, but then I pondered what would happen if you got

yourself too tipsy to make it to the bathroom, so you were staggering around in

full Fire Hose Mode. You would have no choice but to burn your house.

When everything was ready, Eddie wheeled me into the procedure

room, where Andy was waiting with a nurse and an anesthesiologist. I

did not see the 17,000-foot tube, but I knew Andy had it hidden around

there somewhere.  I was seriously nervous at this point. Andy had me

roll over on my left side, and the anesthesiologist began hooking

something up to the needle in my hand. There was music playing in the

room, and I realized that the song was 'Dancing Queen' by ABBA I remarked

to Andy that, of all the songs that could be playing during this

particular procedure, 'Dancing Queen' has to be the least appropriate.

'You want me to turn it up?' said Andy, from somewhere behind

me. 'Ha ha,'I said. And then it was time, the moment I had been dreading for

more than a decade. If you are squeamish, prepare yourself, because I

am going to tell you, in explicit detail, exactly what it was like.

I have no idea. Really. I slept through it. One moment, ABBA was

yelling 'Dancing Queen, Feel the beat of the tambourine,' and

the next moment, I was back in the other room, waking up in a very mellow

mood. Andy was looking down at me and asking me how I felt.  I felt

excellent. I felt even more excellent when Andy told me that It

was all over, and that my colon had passed with flying colors.  I

have never been prouder of an internal organ."

      ABOUT THE WRITER

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Miami Herald.

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People are like slinkeys; they dont really serve a purpose but you cant help laughing when one falls down the stairs.

Funnier.  NOW.

Hurry, Hurry HARD...

Found this on the web:

Kristina

People with no sence of humour should read this thread.

You Have been warned!!!! 

Following declanm's failure to take our sence of humour humourously Ive taken hime up on his offer of a sand box for us to play in and here it is.

We'll use this post for any jokes,lolly gaging, sarcasm and tom foolery.

I dont ask that you limit it to just this post...... common guys give us some funny stuff to look at. 

Oh and since I cant yet figure out how to post pictures yet can some one post a picture of a sand box for me?

IK, 

People are like slinkeys; they dont really serve a purpose but you cant help laughing when one falls down the stairs.