An elderly Polish man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite pierogi with fried onions wafting up the stairs.

He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed. Gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs.

Downstairs, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen, where if not for death’s agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven, for there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table were hundreds of his favorite pierogi.

Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?

He threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees in a crumpled posture. His parched lips parted, the wondrous taste of the pierogi was already in his mouth. With a trembling hand he reached up to the edge of the table, when suddenly he was smacked with a wooden spoon by his wife.

“Back off!” she said. “Those are for the funeral.”

A Texan visiting Mexico stops at a little cantina early one evening. While sipping his tequila, he notices a sizzling, scrumptious platter being served at the next table. It looked good and smelled even better, so he asked the waiter, ‘What is that you just served?’

The waiter replies:
Ah senor, those are Cojones de Toro, bull’s testicles, from the corrida this morning. A delicacy!

The cowboy says:
Well I’d like to try that. Bring me an order.

The waiter:
I am so sorry senor. There is only one serving per day because there is only one bull fight each morning. If you come early tomorrow and place your order, we will be sure to save you this delicacy.

The next morning, the cowboy returns, places his order, and shows up that evening to enjoy the meal. He takes a few bites, then calls the waiter over:
These are delicious, but they’re a lot smaller than the ones I saw you serve yesterday.

The waiter shrugs his shoulders:
Si,Senor. But you know, sometimes, the bull he wins.

I just took possesion of my Honda Civic Hybrid yesterday. Fresh from Japan. It is a magnificent car. It is manufactured in Suzuka city, Mie prefecture. I’m kind of disappointed in that I’d like to tour the factory the next time I’m in Japan but they only have group tours. Does anyone know anything about touring that plant?

Article on Japan’s foolish anti-obesity law: http://www.cato.org/pub_display.php?pub_id=9532

why is my computer continually trying to connect to “affiliates.jlist.com” and asking me for a user name and password?

hope you can help

remora