ON MY SOAPBOX….Wake up your governor….


WRITTEN BY: SHEILA TOLLEY

 

Dear Fellow Americans:

“Will you reach over and wake up your governor? Where is your state’s supply of masks, respirators, medical supplies? Surely your Governor has them stored in a warehouse somewhere just ‘In Case Of Emergency’…If not, what the hell have they been doing with your money? You elected these people to take care of you. Get on their case, not President Trump’s! “

 

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The sex of computers

This crime may be happening in your neighborhood

Morning Chuckle…

A crusty old  Marine Sergeant Major found himself at a gala event  hosted by a local liberal arts college. 

There  was no shortage of extremely young idealistic ladies in  attendance, one of whom approached the Sergeant Major  for conversation.

“Excuse me, Sergeant Major, but  you seem to be a very serious man. Is something  bothering you?”

“Negative, ma’am. Just serious by  nature.”

The young lady looked at his awards and  decorations and said, “It looks like you have seen a lot  of action.”

“Yes, ma’am, a lot of  action.”

The young lady, tiring of trying to  start up a conversation, said, “You know, you should  lighten up. Relax and enjoy yourself.”

The  Sergeant Major just stared at her in his serious  manner.

Finally the young lady said, “You know, I  hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but when is the  last time you had sex?”

“1955,  ma’am.”

“Well, there you are. No wonder you’re so  serious. You really need to chill out! I mean, no sex  since 1955! She took his hand and led him to a private  room where she proceeded to “relax” him several  times.

Afterwards, panting for breath, she leaned  against his bare chest and said, “Wow, you sure didn’t  forget much since 1955.”

The Sergeant Major said,  after glancing at his watch, “I hope not; it’s only 2130  now.”

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