Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer happened to ring the doorbell, hoping to make a sale. “Good morning,Ma’am”, he said, “I’ve come to…”

“Oh, no need to explain,” Mrs Smith cut in, embarrassed, “I’ve been expecting you.”

“Have you really?” said the photographer. “Well, that’s good. Did you know babies are my speciality?”

“Well that’s what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat”.

After a moment she asked, blushing, “Well, where do we start?”

“Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch, and perhaps a couple on the bed. And sometimes the living room floor is fun. You can really spread out there.”

“Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn’t work out for Harry and me!”

“Well, Ma’am, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles, I’m sure you’ll be pleased with the results.”

“My, that is a lot!”, gasped Mrs Smith.

“Ma’am, in my line of work a man has to take his time. I’d love to be In and out in five minutes, but I’m sure you’d be disappointed with that.”

“Don’t I know it,” said Mrs Smith quietly.

The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures. “This was done on the top of a bus,” he said.

“Oh, my God!” Mrs Smith exclaimed, grasping at her throat.

“And these twins turned out exceptionally well – when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with.”

“She was difficult?” asked Mrs Smith.

“Yes, I’m afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep to get a good look”

“Four and five deep?” said Mrs Smith, her eyes wide with amazement.

“Yes”, the photographer replied. “And for more than three hours, too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling – I could hardly concentrate, and when darkness approached I had to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just had to pack it all in.”

Mrs Smith leaned forward. “Do you mean they actually chewed on your, uh…equipment?”

“It’s true, Ma’am, yes… Well, if you’re ready, I’ll set-up my tripod and we can get to work right away.”

“Tripod?”

“Oh yes, Ma’am. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It’s much too big to be held in the hand very long.”

Then Mrs Smith fainted.

He asked, ‘Do you smoke tobacco, or drink beer or wine?’

‘Oh no,’ I replied.. ‘I’m not doing drugs, either!’

Then he asked, ‘Do you eat rib-eye steaks and barbecued ribs?

‘I said, ‘Not much.. my former doctor said that all red meat is very unhealthy!’

‘Do you spend a lot of time in the sun, like playing golf, sailing, hiking, or bicycling?’

‘No, I don’t,’ I said.

He asked, ‘Do you gamble, drive fast cars, or have a lot of sex?’

‘No,’ I said.

He looked at me and said,… ‘Then, why do you even give a shit?’

Steps to prolonging the Nokia N97 Mini Battery include:

•Change your backlight settings. This is always one of the first things that you should do to reduce battery waste on any mobile phone. To make this change on your Nokia N97 Mini, go to MENU. Selecting “settings and phone”. Choose the display option. Choose “light time-out”. This lets you change the amount of time that the light will stay on before going out. A shorter time period is better for your battery. Next go back into the display options. Choose the “light sensor” option and alter to reduce the strain on the battery.
•Change your WLAN settings. Your Nokia N97 Mini is a great phone in the sense that it doesn’t waste battery power scanning for networks too often. However, it does sometimes run this operation in the background. To reduce the drain on your battery, change your WLAN settings so that the device never scans for a network unless you tell it to do so. To locate these settings, simply tap the top right corner of your Nokia N97 Mini. From here you can change the settings.
•Change packet data connection settings. Your Nokia N97 Mini is set so that packet data connection settings are always on when they are available. You can change this by going into the packet data connection settings and changing the option to “when needed” instead of “when available”. This reduces battery drain.
•Change your GSM settings. You can set your Nokia N97 Mini to only use the GSM network. If you need to use a 3G network then you can always change the settings back but setting it to use GSM only will help reduce battery drain. That’s because your phone is naturally set to dual mode which means it will search for 3G settings when it doesn’t need to unless you make the change. To change this setting, go to MENU. Choose settings and connectivity. Select “network”. Select “network mode”. Choose GSM.
•Keep Bluetooth deactivated. There is no reason to have this activated when you aren’t using it so make sure that it’s turned completely off. This is a good practice on any mobile phone.
•Always fully exit all apps. This is another good thing to do on any mobile phone and shouldn’t be forgotten on the Nokia N97 Mini. Anytime that you aren’t sure if you have extra apps running on this phone you can simply go to “options” and choose “show open apps”.
Keeping these six things in mind will allow you to prolong battery life on this handset.

“Not a chance,” says the husband, “it is three o’clock in the morning!”

He slams the door and returns to bed.

“Who was that?” asked his wife.

“Just some drunk guy asking for a push,” he answers.

“Did you help him?” she asks.

“No, I did not, it is three in the morning and it is pouring outside!”

“Well, you have a short memory,” says his wife.

“Can’t you remember about three months ago when we broke down and those two guys helped us?” “I think you should help him, and you should be ashamed of yourself!”

The man does as he is told, gets dressed, and goes out into the pouring rain.

He calls out into the dark, “Hello, are you still there?”

“Yes,” comes back the answer.

“Do you still need a push?” calls out the husband.

“Yes, please!” comes the reply from the dark.

“Where are you?” asks the husband.

“Over here on the swing!” replies the drunk.

The preacher said, “Thank you sir, but I’d rather you didn’t use profanity.”

The man said, “I was so damned impressed with that sermon I put five thousand dollars in the offering plate!”

The preacher said, “No shit?”

He approaches the bartender and asks,

“What’s with the money in the jar?”

“Well…, you pay $10, and if you pass three tests, you get all the money in the jar and the keys to a brand new Ferrari.”

The man certainly isn’t going to pass this up, so he asks, “What are the three tests?”

“You gotta pay first,” says the bartender, “those are the rules.”

So, after thinking it over a while, the man gives the bartender $10which he stuffs into the jar.

“Okay,” says the bartender, “here’s what you need to do:

First – You have to drink a whole quart of tequila, in 60 seconds or less, and you can’t make a face while doing it.”

“Second – There’s a pit bull chained in the back with a bad tooth. You have to remove that tooth with your bare hands.”

“Third – There’s a 90-year old lady upstairs who’s never had sex. You have to take care of that problem.”

The man is stunned! “I know I paid my $10 – but I’m not an idiot! I won’t do it! You’d have to be nuts to drink a quart of tequila and then do all those other things!”

“Your call,” says the bartender, “but, your money stays where it is..”

As time goes on, the man has a few more drinks and finally says, “Where’s the damn tequila?!”

He grabs the bottle with both hands and drinks it as fast as he can..

Tears stream down both cheeks — but he doesn’t make a face — and he drinks it in 58 seconds!

Next, he staggers out the back door where he sees the pit bull chained to a pole. Soon, the people inside the bar hear loud growling, screaming, and sounds of a terrible fight — then nothing but silence!

Just when they think that the man surely must be dead, he staggers back into the bar. His clothes are ripped to shreds and he’s bleeding from bites and gashes all over his body.

He drunkenly says, “Now…, where’s that old woman with the bad tooth?”

“Ik ben op weg naar m’n werk” zei ik.

“En wat doet u dan voor werk?” wou de agent weten.

“Ik ben penisverlenger.” zei ik.

“Een penisverlenger?” zei de agent verbaasd, “daar heb ik nog nooit van gehoord! Hoe doet u dat?”

“Ach,” zei ik, “er zijn verschillende manieren en gereedschappen voor, maar we hangen de heren ook wel eens aan hun geslachtsdeel op totdat deze uitgerekt is tot ongeveer één meter tachtig.”

“Één meter tachtig!” riep de agent, “wat moet je in hemelsnaam met een lul van één meter tachtig?!”

“Die geven we een lasergun en zetten we langs de weg!”

1-Boete voor 15 km/h te snel rijden: 125.00 Euro
2-Boete voor de belediging van een ambtenaar in functie: 75 Euro.
3-De blik in z’n ogen: onbetaalbaar!!!!

Since I had little else to do, and I’m pretty much an asshole, I told her no, I didn’t have a dog, and that I was starting the Purina Diet again, although I probably shouldn’t because I ended up in the hospital last time. On the bright side I lost 50 pounds before I awakened in the intensive care ward with tubes coming out of every hole in my body and IVs in both arms.

I told her it was essentially a perfect diet and that the way it works is to load your pockets with Purina nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry and that the food is nutritionally complete so I was going to try it again. (I have to mention here that practically everyone in the line was enthralled with my story by now.)

Horrified, she asked if I ended up in intensive care because the dog food had poisoned me. I told her no; I had stopped in the middle of the parking lot to lick my balls and a car hit me. I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack, he was laughing so hard…..WAL-MART won’t let me shop there anymore.

“Listen, you don’t have to spend that kind of money,” Mike replies. “There’s a diagnostic computer down at Wal-Mart. Just give it a urine sample and the computer will tell you what’s wrong and what to do about it. It takes ten seconds and costs $10. A lot cheaper than a doctor.”

So, Bill deposits a urine sample in a small jar and takes it to Wal-Mart. He deposits $10, and the computer lights up and asks for the urine sample. He pours the sample into the slot and waits.

Ten seconds later, the computer ejects a printout:

You have tennis elbow. Soak your arm in warm water and Epsom salts, found in aisle 2. Avoid heavy activity. It will improve in 2 weeks. Thank you for shopping at Wal-Mart.

That evening, while thinking how amazing this new technology was, Bill began wondering if the computer could be fooled.

He mixed some tap water, a stool sample from his dog, urine samples from his wife and daughter, and a sperm sample for good measure.

Bill hurries back to Wal-Mart, eager to check the results. He deposits $10, pours in his concoction, and waits for the results.

The computer prints the following:
1. Your tap water is too hard. Get a water softener. (Aisle 9)
2. Your dog has ringworm.. Bathe him with anti-fungal shampoo. (Aisle 7)
3. Your daughter has a cocaine habit. Get her into rehab.
4. Your wife is pregnant. Twins. They aren’t yours. Get a lawyer.
5. If you don’t stop playing with yourself, your elbow will never get better!

Thank you for shopping at Wal-Mart.

Finally sick of the stress he quits his job and buys 50 acres of land in Alaska as far from humanity as possible.

He sees the postman once a week and gets groceries once a month. Otherwise it’s total peace and quiet.

After six months or so of almost total isolation, someone knocks on his door.

He opens it and a huge, bearded man is standing there.

”Name’s Lars, your neighbor from forty miles up the road. Having a Christmas party Friday night.. Thought you might like to come. About 5:00.”

“Great”, says Tom, “After six months out here I’m ready to meet some local folks. Thank you.”

As Lars is leaving, he stops. “Gotta warn you, be some drinkin’.”

“Not a problem,” says Tom. “After 25 years in the business, I can drink with the best of ‘em.”

Again, the big man starts to leave and stops. “More’n’ likely gonna be some fightin’ too.”

“Well, I get along with people, I’ll be all right. I’ll be there. Thanks again.”

“More’n likely be some wild sex, too,”

“Now that’s really not a problem,” says Tom, warming to the idea. “I’ve been all alone for six months! I’ll definitely be there. By the way, what should I wear?”

“Don’t much matter. Just gonna be the two of us.”