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It's called progress.


As we are progressing towards the end of 2012, I want to thank you all for your educational e-mails over the past year.
I am totally screwed up now and have little chance of recovery.

I can no longer open a bathroom door
without using a paper towel,
nor let the waitress put lemon slices in my ice water without worrying
about the bacteria on the lemon peel.


I can't sit down on a hotel bedspread
because I can only imagine
what has happened on it since it was last washed.


I have trouble shaking hands
with someone who has been driving
because the number one pastime while driving alone is picking one's nose.


Eating a little snack sends me on a guilt trip because
I can only
imagine how many gallons of trans fats I have consumed over the years.


I can't touch any woman's handbag
for fear she has placed it on
the floor of a public toilet.


I must send my special thanks
for the email about rat poo
in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet sponge with
every envelope that needs sealing.


ALSO,
now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.

I can't have a drink in a bar
because I fear I'll wake up in a bathtub
full of ice with my kidneys gone.


I can't eat at KFC
because their chickens are actually horrible mutant
freaks with no eyes, feet or feathers.


Thanks to you
I have learned that my prayers only get answered
if I forward an e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.


Because of your concern ,
I no longer drink Coca Cola because
it can remove toilet stains.


I no longer buy
fuel without taking someone along to watch the car,
so a serial killer doesn't crawl in my back seat when I'm filling up.


And thanks for letting me know
I can't boil a cup of water
in the microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face, disfiguring me for life.


I no longer go to the cinema
because I could be pricked with a
needle infected with AIDS when I sit down.


I no longer go to shopping centers
because someone will drug
me with a perfume sample and rob me..

And I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask
me to dial a number for which I will get a huge phone bill with calls to
Jamaica , Uganda , Singapore and Uzbekistan ..


Thanks to you
I can't use anyone's toilet but mine because a
big black snake could be lurking under the seat and cause me instant
death when it bites my butt.


And thanks to your great advice
I can't ever pick up a
dime coin dropped in the car park because it was probably placed
there by a sex molester waiting to grab me as I bend over.

I can't do any gardening
because I'm afraid I'll get bitten by the
Violin Spider and my hand will fall off.


If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in
the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land
on your head at 5:00 p.m. tomorrow afternoon, and the
fleas from 120 camels will infest your back, causing you
to grow a hairy hump. I know this will occur because it
actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbors
ex mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's best friend's
beautician!

Oh, and by the way... A German scientist from Argentina , after a lengthy study,
has discovered that people with insufficient brain activity read their e-mails with their hand on the mouse

Don't bother taking it off now, it's too late.

P. S. I now keep my toothbrush in the living room, because
I was told by e-mail that water splashes over 6 ft. out of the toilet..


NOW YOU HAVE YOURSELF A VERY GOOD DAY;
 


__________________

I used to be addicted to soap,  I'm clean now.

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