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Thursday, April 01, 2004
(sent by a friend)

inside the hospital, the relatives gathered in the waiting room, where their family member lay gravely ill.

finally, the doctor came in looking tired and somber.

"I'm afraid I'm the bearer of bad news", he said as he surveyed the worried faces infront of him.

"The only hope left for your loved one at this time is a brain transplant".
It's an experimental procedure, very risky but it is the only hope.
Insurance will cover the procedure, but you will have to pay the brain yourselves".

the family members sat silent as they absorbed the news.
after a great length of time, someone asked,

"Well, how much does the brain cost?"

the doctor quickly responded,
"$5,000 for male brain, and $200 for a female brain".

the moment turned ackward. men in the room tried not to smile,
avoiding eye contact with the women, but some actually smirked.

a man unable to control his curiosity, blurted out the question everyone wanted to ask,
"why is the male brain cost much more?"

the doctor smiled at the childish innocense and explained to the entire group,

"it's just standard pricing procedure. We have mark down the price of the female
brains, because they've actually been used".


(sent by a friend)

there was this mexican, who loves to drink tequila but is too poor to afford the most exquisite
tequila in the entire Mexico.

one night, he was praying and said without thinking what he was asking for,

"O Dio, i am really dying of thirst to have a good and genuine tequila that i can
drink and my wife."

then --- suddenly, he was struck by lightning. then a mark on the sand was written and was addressed to him:

"O ye Mijo--- everytime you pee pee, save it on a glass and you will taste the best tequila
in the world that you have never tasted before".

the poor Mexicano looked around him, thinking somebody was playing a joke on him, but nobody is insight.
his crotch was hit by lightning but his vital Hombre Organ is still in tact.

when he arrived home, he tried to experiment and follow the message--- he took a glass, hesitantly placed
the glass infront of pennies and peeed on it. the color of what he saw on the glass, astounded him. it was
looking like a great tequila. hesitantingly--- he smelled it--- it smells like a good tequila. then he took a sip on it.
it was really a good tequila, taste, color and texture and all.

he called his wife, gave her the whole story and he peeed again, this time with two glass es on hand--- one for him and one for his wife. they had a ball, a fiesta on their own. they were so happy and they cannot believe that they
now have an endless supply of the finest tequila all over Mexico.

one night, the Mexican came rushing home to the kitchen, demanded his wife to get one glass so that he cud produce
another great tequila:

the mexican called on to his wife and said:

"O ye mi esposa mia--- dame un baso por pabor.... i need one glass, pronto ya.... va mos ya....ya...."

then the poor wife, looking astounded and frustrated, asked her husband:

"Porque---- mi amor--- mi esposo, why only one glass. are you not going to share with me the tequila"?

the husband looked at his wife, held her shoulder, and straight forward he said to his wife:

"mi ija miya, tonite, you will not use the glass to drink your tequila,
posted by infraternam meam @ 9:37 PM  
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