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As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper's cemetery in the Kentucky back country. As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and, being a typical male, I didn't stop for directions. I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch. I felt badly and apologized to the men for being late. I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the v

Tony was 9 years old and was staying with his grandmother for a few days. He'd been playing outside with the other kids, when he came into the house and asked her, 'Grandma, what's that called when two people sleep in the same bedroom and one is on top of the other?' She was a little taken aback, but she decided to tell him the truth. 'Well, dear, it's calledsexual intercourse.' 'Oh,' Little Tony said, 'OK,' and went back outside to play with the other kids. A few minutes later he came back in and said angrily, 'Grandma, it isn't called sexual intercourse. It's called Bunk Beds.  And Jimmy's mom wants to talk to you.'

Esta hubiera sido la historia, viviendo en nuestros tiempos: El Señor le habló a Noé y le dijo: -"Dentro de 6 meses haré llover cuarenta días y cuarenta noches, hasta que toda la tierra sea cubierta de agua y toda la gente mala sea destruida. Pero quiero salvar a los buenos y a dos criaturas de cada clase viviente en el planeta. Te ordeno construir un arca." Y entre rayos y centellas le dio las instrucciones de lo que debía hacer, mientras tembloroso Noé sólo atinaba a decir: Anda pa'l cará, ¡¡dentro de 6 meses comenzará a llover!!" Y aclaró el Señor – "M&#225