Some people never seem motivated to participate, butare just content to watch while others do the work.

They are called “Spec Taters”.

Some people never do anything to help, but are giftedat finding fault with the way others do the work.

They are called “Comment Taters”.

Some people are very bossy and like to tell others whatto do, but don’t want to soil their own hands.

They are called “Dick Taters”.

Some people are always looking to cause problems byasking others to agree with them. It is too hot ortoo cold, too sour or too sweet.

They are called “Agie Taters”.

There are those who say they will help, but somehowjust never get around to actually doing the promised help.

They are called “Hezzie Taters”.

Some people can put up a front and pretend to besomeone they are not.

They are called “Emma Taters”.

Then there are those who love others and do what theysay they will. They are always prepared to stop whateverthey are doing and lend a helping hand. They bring realsunshine into the lives of others.

They are called “Sweet Taters”.

If you know any “Sweet Taters”, send this to them!!

Parking Ticket

I went to the store the other day, and I was in there for only about 5
minutes. When I came out there was a damn motorcycle cop writing a parking

So I went up to him and said, “Come on, buddy, how about giving a guy a

He ignored me and continued writing the ticket. So I called him
pencil-necked Nazi. He glared at me and started writing another ticket for
having worn tires!

So I called him a piece of horse s**t. He finished the second ticket and put
it on the windshield with the first. Then he started writing a third ticket!
This went on for about 20 minutes.

The more I abused him, the more tickets he wrote.

I didn’t care. My car was parked around the corner.

Three Little Pigs

This is a true story, indicating how fascinating the mind of a six year old
is. They think so logically.

A teacher was reading the story of the Three Little Pigs to her class.
She came to the part of the story where the first pig was trying to gather
the building materials for his home.

She read, “and so the pig went up to the man with the wheelbarrow full of
straw and said:  ‘Pardon me sir, but may I have some of that straw to build
my house?”

The teacher paused……then asked the class: ” And what do you think the
man said?” One little boy raised his hand and said very matter-of-factly, “I
think the man would have said: Well, fuck me! A talking pig!”