TODAYS RIDDLE :

In 90 seconds name 100 words that do NOT contain the letter A. Start the clock!” /\ x x x x x Scroll down for the answer x x x x x Here it comes x x x x x \/

One, Two, Three, Four, Five…… One Hundred!

I just counted from 1 to 100 in ninety seconds (it is possible).

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“I just hope it’s not Alzheimer’s,” confessed the gentleman to his doctor.

“Maybe there’s some kind of memory medicine you can give me. See, I’m getting terribly forgetful; I lose track of where I’m going or what I’m supposed to do when I get there. What should I do?” he asked glumly.

“Pay me in advance,” the doctor promptly suggested.

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A woman goes to the local newspaper office to see that the obituary for her recently deceased husband is published.

The obit editor informs her that there is a charge of 50 cents per word.

She pauses, reflects, and then she says, well then, let it read “Fred Brown died.”

Amused at the woman’s thrift, the editor tells her that there is a seven-word minimum for all obituaries.

She thinks it over and in a few seconds says, “In that case, let it read, “Fred Brown died: golf clubs for sale.”

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One-Liners:

Don’t hate yourself in the morning – sleep till noon.

Don’t let school interfere with your education

Don’t marry for money; you can borrow it cheaper.

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Three neighbors were discussing the proper position and attitude for prayer. One said, “You should be on your knees with your head bowed in reverence to the Almighty.”

The second man spoke up and said, “Remember that you were created in God’s image. The position in which to pray is to stand up looking into the heavens into the face of God and talk to Him as a child to his father.”

The third man spoke up and said, “I don’t know about those positions, but the finest praying I ever did was upside down in a water well.”

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While a friend and I were visiting Annapolis, we noticed several students on their hands and knees assessing the courtyard with pencils and clipboards in hand. “What are they doing?” I asked our tour guide.

“Each year,” he replied with a grin, “The upperclassmen ask the freshmen how many bricks it took to finish this courtyard.”

“So what’s the answer?” my friend asked him when we were out of earshot of the freshmen.

The guide replied simply, “One.”