Ophelia Dingbatter's News, 11/30/08 
Ophelia Dingbatter's News

Good Morning 
It's Saturday,  November 29, 2008

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A young pretty female school teacher had been telling her class about the value of being observant and said, "Now children, look at this grandfather clock; what does the clock have that I have too?" One little girl stood up and said, "It has a face." Another girl raised her hand and said, "It has hands." "Splendid," said the teacher, "now what has the clock that I haven't got?" After a long silence, a boy rose and with a reddening face, said, " I'm pretty sure you don't have a pendulum, Miss."
From Isolda While in line at the bank one afternoon, my toddler decided to release some pent-up energy and ran amok. I was finally able to grab hold of her after receiving looks of disgust and annoyance from other patrons. I told her that if she did not start behaving "right now" she would be punished. To my horror, she looked me in the eye and said in a voice just as threatening, "If you don't let me go right now, I will tell Grandma that I saw you sucking Daddy's pee-pee last night!" The silence was deafening after this enlightening exchange. Even the tellers stopped what they were doing. I mustered up the last of my dignity and walked out of the bank with my daughter in tow. The last thing I heard when the door closed behind me were screams of laughter.
Also from Isolda I was at the golf store comparing different kinds of golf balls. I was unhappy with the women's type I had been using. After browsing for several minutes, I was approached by one of the good-looking gentlemen who works at the store. He asked if he could help me. Without thinking, I looked at him and said, "I think I like playing with men's balls."
My brother-in-law's last stand
Becky was still feeling a bit weak and not up to par after her recent bout with the flu and went to see her Doctor. After a quick examination, he said, "You look weak and exhausted ! What have you been doing?" Are you getting out in the fresh air, getting enough exercise, and having your meals three times a day as I advised you on your last visit?" Becky, looked up, a bit surprised and exclaimed , "Oh Doc, I've sure been getting the first two, but on that last one, I could swear you said three males a day!"
This man stops over to visit his grand parents, during a hot spell, and finds his grand father standing in front of the air conditioner without any pants on. Man says: Gramps, what are you doing? You don't have any pants on." Grandfather says: "It's your Grandmothers idea" "Yesterday it was so hot I stood here without my shirt, and woke up with a stiff neck"
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Ophelia Dingbatter's News, 11/29/08 
Ophelia Dingbatter's News

Good Morning 
It's Saturday,  November 29, 2008



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We got 310 in the subscriber family now. Growth seems to have stalled. The blog, however, seems to be gaining readers quite nicely. My friend and mentor Dear Webby tells me that people read my newsletter at work, where they can't get regular subscriptions. I still hope that you forward my newsletter and subscribe friends! My blog is at: http://dingbatter.com/blog Thanks Ophelia Feel free to adjust the font size by holding down the CTRL key and scrolling the mouse wheel.
At one point during a Little League baseball game, the coach called over one of his young players and asked, "Do you understand what cooperation is? What a team is?" The little boy nodded in the affirmative. "Do you understand that what matters is whether we win together as a team?" The little boy again nodded yes. "So," the coach continued, "when a strike is called, or you're out at first, you don't argue or curse or attack the umpire. Do you understand all that?" Once more the little boy nodded. "Good," said the coach. "Now go over there and explain that to your mother."
There was a young priest who was having trouble both writing and delivering his sermons. So he asked his Bishop for help. The wise old Bishop said, "Well you might start with something to attract and hold their attention, such as, 'Last night I was in the warm embrace of a good woman,' that will get their attention then you go on to talk about how warm and accepting she was and at the end reveal she was your mother; that is great for sermons about family love." The young priest decided to take the advice. The following Sunday he got into the pulpit and said, "Last night I was in the arms a hot woman," he paused. The congregation was totally transfixed; no lack of attention now. But he had forgotten what come next, so he stumbled on about how great she was and how good she made him feel. Then he thought of a way to get out of his problem. He said in conclusion, "Well I may not remember who she was, but she was recommended by the Bishop!"
During a visit to a military medical clinic, I was sent to the lab to have blood drawn. The technician there was friendly and mentioned that his mood improved every day because he was due to leave the service in two months. As he applied the tourniquet on my arm, he told me that taking the blood wouldn't hurt much. Then, noticing my Air Force T-shirt he asked me what my husband did. When I replied that he was a recruiter, the technician smiled slyly and said, "This might hurt a little more than I thought."
DeWalt parenting tool, rechargeable
One afternoon, a woman was visiting a zoo. When the afternoon was about to end, she found herself near the kangaroos. Friendly as they were, she started to pet them. Suddenly an uncontrollable urge came over her to reach down and squeeze the poor animal's balls. She had squeezed too hard, as the kangaroo started to wildly jump around. Higher and higher, the kangaroo jumped around until it cleared the high fence and escaped. Scared, the woman looked around to see if anybody noticed her actions. She saw the zookeeper running toward her, so she started to run. As the zookeeper caught up, he pleaded while pulling down his pants ... "Sorry, ma'am, you're going to have to squeeze mine, too! I'm the poor guy who has to catch that thing."
Morris stops by to visit his friend who is paralized from the waist down. They talk for a while and then the friend asks, "My feet are cold. Would you be so kind as to go get me my house slippers please?" Morris obliges and goes upstairs. There he sees his friend's daughters, both very good looking. Being the adventurous and quick thinking kind, he says: "Hi, ladies! Your daddy sent me here to have sex with you!" They stare at him and say, "That can't be!" He replies, "OK, let's check!" He shouts at his friend down the stairs, "Both of them?" "Yes, both of them!"
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Ophelia Dingbatter's News 11/28/08 
Ophelia Dingbatter's News

Good Morning 
It's Friday,  November 28, 2008

Hope you had a great Thanksgiving!
I sure transferred the stuffing from the turkey to me. 
It took two sittings, with a walk around the block in between,
but we finished and made sure there were no nuisance left-overs.

It sure was great, but now I am paying for it. Next time my scale tells 
me: "One at a time, please!", I'm going to step on it with BOTH feet!


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There was this party in the woods and all of a sudden there was a down pour of thunder and rain, these two young rednecks ran for about 10 minutes in the pouring rain, finally reaching their car just as the rain got even worse . They jumped in the car, started it up and headed down the road, laughing and, of course, still drinking one beer after the other. All of a sudden an old man's face appeared in the passenger window and tapped lightly on the window! The passenger screamed out, "eeeeekkk! Look at my window!!! There's an old guy's face there!" (Was this a ghost?!?!?!?) This old man kept knocking, so the driver said "well open the window a little and ask him what he wants!" So the passenger rolled his window down part way and said, scared out of his wits, "What do you want???" The old man softly replied, "Do you have any tobacco?" The passenger, terrified, looked at the driver and said, "He wants tobacco!" "Well give him a cigarette! HURRY!!" the driver replies. So he fumbles around with the pack and hands the old man a cigarette and yells "Step on it!!!" rolling up the window in terror. Now going about 80 miles an hour, they calm down and they start laughing again, and the passenger says, "What do you think of that?" The driver says, "I don't know. How could that be? I am going pretty fast." Then all of a sudden AGAIN there is a knock on the window and there is the old man again. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaa, there he is again!", the passenger yells. "Well see what he wants now!" yells back the driver. He rolls down the window a little ways and shakily says "Yes?" "Do you have a light?" the old man quietly asks. The driver throws a lighter out the window at him and rolls up the window and yells, "STEP ON IT!" They are now going about 100 miles an hour and still guzzling beer, trying to forget what they had just seen and heard, when all of a sudden again there is more knocking! "Oh my God! HE'S BACK!" He rolls down the window and screams out, "WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW?" in stark terror. The old man gently replies, "Do you idiots want some help getting out of the mud?"
A princess is walking along a pond in the royal gardens when she looks down and sees a really ugly frog. Picking the frog up, she comments on the creatures rather hideous appearance. Princess: "My, but you are really an ugly frog!" Frog: "I know, I know, I got a really bad spell on me." Princess: "Well I've seen frogs with spells but, none as ugly as you." Frog: "Look, leave me alone lady. I told you, it's a really bad spell." Princess: "Well even so, if I kiss you will you turn into a prince?" Frog: "I don't know lady, a spell this bad will probably take a blow job."
A man in a trench coat walked into a supermarket. After walking around forseveral minutes he grabbed a large can of beans and moved on to the cashier. He placed the can down on the counter, opened his trench coat and slapped his penis down next to the beans. The shocked cashier picked up the can and proceeded to slam it repeatedly down on the flasher's private parts. He screamed and passed out from the pain. The police were called and in the memo section of the incident report the responding officer wrote, "he should have purchased a loaf of bread".
Mississippi Econo Cruise
Two law partners hire a new cute, young secretary and a contest arises between them as to who can bed her first, even though they're both already married. Eventually one of them scores with her and his partner is quite eager to hear how things went. "So what did you think?" he asks. "Ahh," replies the first lawyer, "my wife is better." Some time goes by, and then the second lawyer goes to bed with the secretary. "So," asks the first guy, "what did you think?" The second guy replies, "You were right."
One day, the teacher walks into her classroom and announces to the class that on each Friday, she will ask a question to the class and anyone who answers correctly doesn't have to go to school the following Monday. On the first Friday, the teacher asks, "How many grains of sand are in the beach?" Needless to say, no one could answer. The following Friday, the teacher asks the class, "How many stars are in the sky?" and again no one could answer. Frustrated, little Johnny decides that the next Friday, he would somehow answer the question and get a 3-day weekend. So Thursday night, Johnny takes 20 Ping-Pong balls and paints them black. The next day, he brings them to school in a paper bag. At the end of the day, just when the teacher says, "Here's this week's question," Johnny empties the bag to the floor sending the Ping-Pong balls rolling to the front of the room. Because they are young kids who find any disruption of class amusing, the entire class starts laughing. The teacher says, " Okay, who's the comedian with the black balls?" Immediately, little Johnny stands up and yells, "Bill Cosby, see ya on Tuesday!"
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Ophelia Dingbatter's News, 11/27/08 
Ophelia Dingbatter's News

Good Morning 
It's Wednesday,  November 26, 2008

Happy Thanksgiving Day!

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In the Lamaze childbirth classes I teach, the first hour is a lecture. During the second hour, the couples get on the floor to practice breathing and relaxation techniques. The lecture one evening was "Sex During Pregnancy." When I finished presenting the material, I asked if there were any questions. After waiting a moment, I tried to proceed -- only to be interrupted when the class burst out laughing. It took me a few seconds to realize what I'd said: "Okay, if there are no questions about sex during pregnancy, let's get down on the floor and practice."
A girl brings a guy home one night. They get into her apartment and immediately she suggests that they do "69" "What the hell is that?" asks the guy. Realizing he's inexperienced, she tries to explain, "I put my head between your legs and you put your head between mine." Still not knowing what she's talking about, but not wanting to ruin the moment he agrees to try it. The second they get in to the position, she lets go a RIP-ROARING fart. "What was that for?" he asks. "Oooopppps! Sorry, lets try it again." she says. So, they get into position again, and once more she lets one loose. The guy gets up and starts to put his coat on. "Wait, where are you going?" she asks. The guy says, "If you think I'm sticking around for 67 more of those, you're crazy!
A Kiwi was hoping to immigrate to Australia. Upon arriving in Australia, he was questioned by a customs officer, "What is your business in Australia?" "I wish to immigrate," was the Kiwi's reply. The customs officer then asked, "Do you have a conviction record?" Confused, the Kiwi then replied, "I didn't think you still needed one."

An office manager had money problems and had to fire an employee, either Jack or Jill. He decided to fire the employee who came late to work. The next morning, both employees came to work very early. So the manager though he would fire the first one who took a coffee break. Unfortunately, neither employee took a coffee break. Then the manager decided to see who took the longest lunch break -strangely, neither Jack nor Jill took a lunch break that day. They both ate at their desk. Then the manager thought he'd wait to see who would leave work the earliest, but both employees stayed after closing. Jill finally went to the coat rack and the manager went up to her and said, "Jill, I have a terrible problem. I don't know whether to lay you or Jack off." Jill said, "Well, you'd better jack off, because I'm late for my bus."
There was once a sheep farmer who had a French farmhand working with him to help castrate his sheep. As the farmer castrated the first sheep, the French farmhand took the parts and was about to throw them into the trash. "No!" yelled the farmer, "Don't throw those away! My wife fries them up, and we eat them, they're delicious! They're called Sheep Fries!" The farmhand saved the parts and took them to the farmer's wife who cooked them up for supper. This went on for three days....and each evening they had Sheep Fries for supper. On the fourth night the farmer came in to the house for supper. He asked his wife where the farmhand was, and she replied, "It's the strangest thing! When he came in and asked what was for supper, I told him French Fries, and he ran like hell!"
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Ophelia Dingbatter's News, 11/ 26/08 
Ophelia Dingbatter's News

Good Morning 
It's Wednesday,  November 26, 2008

The baking is done, and since breakfast I have been on a strict
cranberry juice diet. That should help me get into my good pants
tomorrow.

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will start increasing again soon!

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Bumping into Judi on the sidewalk, the Tom Cruise look-alike apologized. "Pardon me, ma'am, I'm sorry." "Quite all right," Judi said, enamored. "You look just like my fifth husband!" "Wow!" he said, "How many times have you been married?" "Four."
Two women were having lunch together, and discussing the merits of cosmetic surgery. The first woman says, "I need to be honest with you, I'm getting a boob job." The second woman says "Oh that's nothing, I'm thinking of having my asshole bleached!" To which the first replies, "Whoa ... I just can't picture your husband as a blonde!"
A very healthy, spry-looking 95-year-old man was moved into a nursing home by his family. Trying to prove to the management that he really doesn't need to be in a nursing home, he walks up to a frail looking man walking down the hall with a walker, and says: "How old do you think I am?" The man answers: "I'd say 60." "Nope, I'm 95!" the man boasts. Down the hall, he sees a woman in a room watching TV from a wheelchair. He walks up to her and asks her to guess his age. Right away she unzips his fly, pulls out his equipment, studies and gropes him for a few minutes, then looks at him and says: "You're 95." The man looks at her incredulously and asks: "How did you figure that out?" She shrugs and says: "I heard you tell the fellow in the hall."
The Sheriff's son doing "Urban Yoga".
As a high school football coach, I'm aware that student athletes tend to focus too much on sports. Bob, a fellow coach, was talking about one such player, who called him at home one night. When his wife informed the kid that Bob wasn't home, he became frantic and said he had to speak to the coach right away. "Just calm down, and I'll have him call you as soon as he gets home," the coach's wife told him. "What's your number?" The flustered kid replied, "Three."
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