I changed My Mind. I'm not giving up Chicken Littles for a Game Room. Instead I opened a New Blog Space. Since I'm only Allowed 3 Blogs as LilLadyReg...Which are ofcourse "CL"..."the Zoo"..and "The Graphics Shop"...I Opened 3 more as LilReg...Now We have a Game Room...Nothing Special. But Each of You are Welcome to Play...A Few Games such as Pool...Can be Played by more then One...So Meet a Friend...Whatever...Another of My New Blogs is "Body Works". Here I will be applying things such as "AURA" and "PRESSURE POINTS" of the Body...We will Explore "Aroma Therapy" and so on. Hope You will find Something to Peek Your Intrest...Have a Great Life and Keep SMILING...It is Contagious!!

> A certain private school in Seattle , Wash. was recently faced
with a
> unique problem. A number of 12-year old girls were starting to use
> lipstick and would put it on in the bathroom. That was fine, but
after
> they had it on they would press their lips to the mirror leaving
>dozens
> of little lip prints.
> Every night
> the maintenance man would remove them and the next day the girls
would
> put them back.
>
> Finally the principal decided that something had to be done. She
>called
> all the girls to the bathroom and met them there with the
maintenance
> man. She explained that all these lip prints were causing a major
> problem for the custodian who had to clean the mirrors every
night.
>(You
> can just imagine all the yawns from the little princesses!)
>
> To demonstrate how difficult it wa s to clean the mirrors, she
>asked the
> maintenance man to show the girls how much effort was required. He

>took
> out a long handled squeegee, dipped it in the toilet, and cleaned
the
> mirror with it.
>
> Since then there have been no lip prints on the mirrors. There are
> teachers.......and then there are educators

TICK WARNING!
I hate it when people forward bogus warnings, and I have even done it myself a couple times unintentionally... but this one is real, and it's important. So please send this warning to everyone on your e- mail list.
If someone comes to your front door saying they are checking for ticks
due to the warm weather and asks you to take your clothes off and dance around with your arms up, DO NOT DO IT!! THIS IS A SCAM!! They only want to see you naked. I wish I'd gotten this yesterday. I feel so stupid.

For years and years they told me,
Be careful of your breasts.
Don't ever squeeze or bruise them.
And give them monthly tests.
So I heeded all their warnings,
And protected them by law.
Guarded them very carefully,
And I always wore my bra.
After 30 years of astute care,
My gyno, Dr Pruitt,
Said I should get a Mammogram
"OK," I said, "let's do it."
"Stand up here real close" she said,
(She got my boob in line),
"And tell me when it hurts," she said,
"Ah yes! Right there, that's fine."
She stepped upon a pedal,
I could not believe my eyes!
A plastic plate came slamming down,
My hooters in a vise!My skin was stretched and mangled,
From underneath my chin.
My poor boob was being squashed,
To Swedish Pancake thin.
Excruciating pain I felt,
Within it's viselike grip.
A prisoner in this vicious thing,
My poor defenseless tit!
"Take a deep breath," she said to me,
Who does she think she's kidding?!?
My chest is mashed in her machine,
And woozy I am getting.
"There, that's good," I heard her say,
(The room was slowly swaying.)
"Now, let's have a go at the other one."
Have mercy, I was praying.
It squeezed me from both up and down,
It squeezed me from both sides.
I'll bet SHE'S never had this done,
To HER tender little hide.
Next time that they make me do this,
I will request a blindfold.
I have no wish to see again,
My knockers getting steam rolled.
If I had no problem when I came in,
I surely have one now.
If there had been a cyst in there,
It would have gone "ker-pow!"
This machine was created! by a man,
Of this, I have no doubt.
I'd like to stick his balls in there,
And, see how THEY come out!

How to train for a mammogram .....

 

We are about to enter the summer and BBQ season. Therefore it is
important to refresh your memory on the etiquette of this sublime
outdoor cooking activity, as it's the only type of cooking a 'real'
man will do, probably because there is an element of danger involved.

When a man volunteers to do the BBQ the following chain of events are
put into motion:

Routine...

(1) The woman buys the food.
(2) The woman makes the salad, prepares the vegetables, and makes
dessert.
(3) The woman prepares the meat for cooking, places it on a tray
along with the necessary cooking utensils and sauces, and takes it to
the man who is lounging beside the grill - beer in hand.

Here comes the important part:

(4) THE MAN PLACES THE MEAT ON THE GRILL.

More routine....

(5) The woman goes inside to organize the plates and cutlery.
(6) The woman comes out to tell the man that the meat is burning. He
thanks her and asks if she will bring another beer while he deals
with the situation.

Important again:

(7) THE MAN TAKES THE MEAT OFF THE GRILL AND HANDS IT TO THE WOMAN.

More routine....

(8) The woman prepares the plates, salad, bread, utensils, napkins,
sauces, and brings them to the table.
(9) After eating, the woman clears the table and does the dishes.

And most important of all:
(10) Everyone PRAISES the MAN and THANKS HIM for his cooking efforts.
(11) The man asks the woman how she enjoyed "her night off." And,
upon seeing her annoyed reaction, concludes that there's just no
pleasing some women....