Sunday, March 18, 2007

Make My Monday!

Welcome To
Make My Monday
Mrs. Nufon

It is here girls -- an I take great pleasure in given us all somthin ta grin about. Good old Forest--sometimes my brain toils just like his. I guess that’s what the good Lord is meaning when He says we are ta come ta Him like a child.
Gotta love ol’ Forrest
The day finally arrived. Forrest Gump dies and goes to Heaven.
He is at the Pearly Gates, met by St. Peter himself. However, the gates are
closed, and Forrest approaches the gatekeeper. St. Peter said, "Well, Forrest, it is certainly good to see you. We have heard a lot about you. I must tell you, though, that the place is filling up fast, and we have been administering an entrance examination for
everyone. The test is short, but you have to pass it before you can get into
Heaven." Forrest responds, "It sure is good to be here, St. Peter, sir. But nobody
ever told me about any entrance exam. I sure hope that the test ain't too
hard. Life was a big enough test as it was."
St. Peter continued, "Yes, I know, Forrest, but the test is only three Questions.
First: What two days of the week begin with the letter T?
Second: How many seconds are there in a year?
Third: What is God's first name?"
Forrest leaves to think the questions over. He returns the next day and sees
St. Peter, who waves him up, and says, "Now that you have had a chance to
think the questions over, tell me your answers."
Forrest replied, "Well, the first one -- which two days in the week begins
with the letter "T"? Shucks, that one is easy. That would be Today and Tomorrow."
The Saint's eyes opened wide and he exclaimed, "Forrest, that is not what I
was thinking, but you do have a point, and I guess I did not specify, so I
will give you credit for that answer. How about the next one?" asked St.
Peter. "How many seconds in a year? Now that one is harder," replied Forrest, but I
thunk and thunk about that, and I guess the only answer can be twelve."
Astounded, St. Peter said, "Twelve? Twelve? Forrest, how in Heaven's name
could you come up with twelve seconds in a year?"
Forrest replied, "Shucks, there's got to be twelve:
January 2nd, February 2 ND, March 2nd.... " "Hold it," interrupts St. Peter. "I see where you are going with this, and I See your point, though that was not quite what I had in mind.....but I will Have to give you credit for that one, too. Let us go on with the third and Final question. Can you tell me God's first name"? "Sure," Forrest replied, "its Andy."
"Andy?" exclaimed an exasperated and frustrated St Peter.
"Ok, I can understand how you came up with your answers to my first two Questions, but just how in the world did you come up with the name Andy as The first name of God?"
"Shucks, that was the easiest one of all," Forrest replied. "I learnt it

St. Peter opened the Pearly Gates, and said: "Run Forrest, run."

Now then-- I thought that was real cute. An it gave my face muscles a little work out. Thats it for me girls, I’m off to get this ol blood amovin for it thinks its on holiday. Be sur ta leave somethin to tickel our funny bones or just ta let me know ya dropped in.
Take care till next week!


Tracy said...


Sharon said...

Thank you --my neighbor sent this to me.

Deena said...

Funny! My funny stuff is on

Sharon said...

I found this on Deena's site--// If you have time head on over and she has a video that i think you will really enjoy!

A Friend Is Like A Good Bra...

Hard to Find



Always Lifts You Up

Never Lets You Down or Leaves You Hanging

And Is Always Close To Your Heart!!!

Got any good friends?!?!?!

Let'em know this week!

Deena said...

Here's a funny for your bulletin, or whatever you'd like!!

Boy Exposes Long-Winded Preacher

Cajun humorist Justin Wilson tells the story about two boys who were neighbors. They were best of friends on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, but on Sunday they were enemies because one was a Catholic and the other was a Baptist.

Their parents didn't like the fact that these religious differences were producing such uncongenial relations, so they agreed to have their sons visit each other's church services so that a mutual understanding might foster a more tolerant attitude.

On the first Sunday, the Baptist boy visited the Catholic church. Just before they sat down, the Catholic boy genuflected. "What's that mean?" the Baptist asked. All through the mass, the Baptist boy wanted to know what this and that meant, and the little Catholic boy explained everything very nicely.

The next Sunday it was the Catholic boy's turn to visit the Baptist church. When they walked in the building, an usher handed them a printed bulletin. The little Catholic boy had never seen anything like that before in his whole life. "What's that mean?" he asked. His Baptist friend carefully explained. When the preacher stepped into the pulpit, he carefully opened his Bible, and conspicuously took off his watch and laid it on the pulpit. "What's that mean?" the Catholic boy asked.

The Baptist boy said, "Not a darn thing!"

blackpurl said...

just letting you know that I stopped by! Thanks for your comment on my work... I do appreciate it!