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01-18-08, 10:56 AM #1
Why Parents Drink.
The boss wondered why one of his most valued employees had not phoned in
sick one day. Having an urgent problem with one of the main computers,
he dialed the employee's home phone number and was greeted with a
" Hello ? "
"Is your daddy home?" he asked.
" Yes ," whispered the small voice.
May I talk with him?"
The child whispered, " No ."
Surprised and wanting to talk with an adult, the boss asked,
"Is your Mommy there?"
"May I talk with her?"
Again the small voice whispered,
" No ."
Hoping there was somebody with whom he could leave a message, the boss
asked, "Is anybody else there?"
" Yes ," whispered the child, " a policeman ".
Wondering what a cop would be doing at his employee's home, the boss asked,
"May I speak with the policeman?"
" No, he's busy ", whispered the child.
"Busy doing what?"
" Talking to Daddy and Mommy and the Fireman ,"
came the whispered answer.
Growing more worried as he heard a loud noise in the background through
the earpiece on the phone, the boss asked,
"What is that noise?"
" A helicopter " answered the whispering voice.
"What ! is going on there?" demanded the boss, now truly apprehensive.
Again, whispering, the child answered,
" The search team just landed a helicopter ."
Alarmed, concerned and a little frustrated the boss asked,
"What are they searching for?"
Still whispering, the young voice replied with a muffled giggle...
" ME ."Future Detective of The S.P.DPride Integrity Gratitude
01-18-08, 11:21 AM #2
ha ha ha ha that is cute
My dad, I miss him every day.
Originally Posted by Wolven
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And those that mind...don't matter
01-18-08, 01:46 PM #3
If it were my kid I'd beat him after the cops left!
Searching for Evil and the Perfect donut (Love that book)
"It's not who you are underneath, but what you do that defines you"
There are gains for all our losses
There are balms for all our pain
But, when youth, the dream, departs
It takes something from our hearts
And it never comes again
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