A woman awakes during the night to find her husband was not in bed. She puts on her robe and goes downstairs to look for him. She finds him sitting at the kitchen table with a hot cup of coffee in front of him. He appears to be in deep thought, just staring blankly at the wall. She watches as he wipes a tear from his eye and takes a sip of his coffee.

“What’s the matter, dear?” she whispers as she steps into the room, “Why are you down here at this time of night?”

The husband looks up from his coffee, “I’m just remembering when we first met 20 years ago and started dating. You were only 16. Do you remember back then?” he asked solemnly.

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First-year students at Texas A&M’s Vet School were receiving their first anatomy class, with a real dead cow. They all gathered around the surgery table with the body covered with a white sheet.

The professor started the class by telling them, “In Veterinary Medicine it is necessary to have two important qualities as a doctor: The first is that you not be disgusted by anything involving the animal body.”

For an example, the Professor pulled back the sheet, stuck his finger in the hind end of the dead cow, withdrew it and stuck it in his mouth. “Go ahead and do the same thing,” he told his students.

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For about two years I worked in a call center in Panama as a Customer Service Provider (CSP). I can tell you it was the most difficult and stressful job I’ve ever had. I felt like a fish inside a fish bowl being permanently watched by a Quality Assurance (QA) agent. He/she was responsible for grading my customer satisfaction performance. If I didn’t get at least an 85 percent on a call, I ran the risk of being fired.

Customers were sometimes very difficult to deal with. They frequently seemed to have a chip on their shoulders. When they noticed a foreign accent, they would jump on you like a hungry tiger. I remember many times, biting my tongue, in an effort to keep my posture of a polite CSP. I don’t know why they always asked me if I was from India.

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Two 90-year-old women, Vivian and Edith, had been friends all of their lives. When it was clear that Edith was dying, Vivian visited her every day.

I’ve seen many poems about friendship during my lifetime, but this is the first time I see one which is wet and warm at the same time. Anyway, it’s funny and has a nice content (tongue-in-cheek). Good Day!


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A man and his wife Pam had been married for several years.

About two years into their marriage the husband began carrying a picture of Pam around in his wallet, something she had noticed but didn’t comment on for several months.

Every once in awhile she’d catch him looking intensely at her photo, and finally her curiosity got the best of her. “I notice that several months ago you started carrying a photo of me with you. Why?” asked the wife.

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It’s a pain in the neck to see how your biological functions fade away with the gradual accumulation of years. I’m 61 and begin to feel how my body is getting weaker.

In the final analysis, I think Socrates was right when he took the Hemlock poison after the famous trial. He was 70 years old and soon he would lose his sight, mobility, hearing and so forth. As he thought about these coming hardships, he welcomed the sweet and painless death of agana belea.

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