This came though our office email, referring to a retirement party last week:
“Sorry for the incontinence the Tea Party pictures are now up and on Share”
I would rather apologize for an inconvenience than apologize for being incontinent.
I lay me down to sleep,
pray for a man, who's not a creep,
who's handsome, smart and strong.
who loves to listen long,
who thinks before he speaks,
who'll call, not wait for weeks.
pray he's gainfully employed,
I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.
out my chair and opens my door.
my back and begs to do more.
Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,
what to answer to 'how big is my behind?'
pray that this man will love me to no end,
always be my very best friend.
pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniaccontortionist
boobs who owns a bar on a golf course,
loves to send me fishing and drinking. This
rhyme and I don't give a shit.
“It’s like in golf,” he said. “A lot of people—I don’t want this to sound trivial—but a lot of people are switching to these really long putters, very unattractive,” said Mr. Trump, a Republican. “It’s weird. You see these great players with these really long putters, because they can’t sink three-footers anymore. And, I hate it. I am a traditionalist. I have so many fabulous friends who happen to be gay, but I am a traditionalist.”
A note to Mr. Trump: If you have to use the phrase "I don't want this to sound trivial," you're probably about to say something that sounds trivial.