Eleven people rescued from a capsized boat hung onto a rope dangling from a Coast Guard helicopter. Ten were men and one was a woman.
The rope was not strong enough to carry them all, so they decided one had to leave.
Otherwise, they might all fall back into the water.
They argued for a while, but no one could decide who should leave. Eventually, the woman spoke up.
She said that she would voluntarily let go of the rope, because, as a woman, she always gave up everything for her husband and kids or for men in general, and was used to making sacrifices for men with little in return.
As soon as she finished her speech, all the men started clapping...
Have you noticed that guys do everything the hard way?
Thanks to the Massachusetts Museum of Contemporary Art, North Adams MA.
Long before I moved here, I knew the locals must be quirky, to say the least. It was in their signs, those that either didn't make sense or had to have been designed by someone with a wicked sense of humor. As I find more examples, I’ll share them with you.
These poor little kids. My heart goes out to them and their parents!
In our town, apparently many boys still wear knickers, and girls wear little jumpers, since that’s how they’re pictured in street signs.
Take your pick. All roads lead to Rome!
Are there no English teachers in this town? How can they pass this place and not cringe?
If not the best, the biggest seat in Vermont!
Here’s a sign that’s not found everywhere, except maybe this winter.
Here's a quaint way of saying slow down for pedestrians, you jerk!
Some people (me) use this sign as an excuse, not a warning. It's easier to blame a mid-life spare tire on your hometown’s expectations. Live too close to one of these signs, and you know what happens! (Notice how thickly settled a place must be to merit one of these signs.)
For those of you reluctant to follow any more talent shows, here's a peek at a dynamite performace by a group of young men from Miami, choreographed to the James Brown super hit, "It's a Man's World." Enjoy!
Just so you know, my REAL name is Petula and I was actually born in Kenya, of all places. Imagine that, Barack Obama and I share a heritage (other than Kansan).
Want proof? Here's my birth certificate:
Pickles, fruit, veggies, quilts, sheep, cows (one getting a shower), fried dough, food stands, bees, milk bottles (remember them?), a 781-pound white pumpkin AND the Flying Wallendas!
From The Writer’s Almanac for today, March 31, 2010:
On this day in 1889, the Eiffel Tower was inaugurated in Paris. It was built for the Paris Exposition as part of the commemoration of the 100th anniversary of the French Revolution, and also as a demonstration of the structural capabilities of iron. The tower elicited strong reactions after its opening. A petition of 300 names, including writers Guy de Maupassant, Émile Zola, and Alexandre Dumas the younger, was sent to the city government protesting its construction, declaring it 'useless' and a 'monstrosity.'
De Maupassant hated the tower so much that he started eating in its restaurant every day, because, he said, 'It is the only place in Paris where I don't have to see it.'