From an e-mail I received, RE: gas prices:

[babylonsister]

I went into the 7-11 gas station today and
asked for five dollars worth of gas.
The clerk farted and gave me a receipt.

:silly:

[Extend a Hand]

1. LOL

[Norquist Nemesis]

2. ROFL!!!!!!!

Thanks! I needed a good laugh this morning!

[WePurrsevere]

3. Thanks!! That even got a chuckle from my DH. :-D n/t

[liberal N proud]

4. No kidding

This is bleeding me dry.

[DUHandle]

5. You started it.

As a young minister, I was asked by a funeral director to hold a graveside
service for a homeless man, with no family or friends, who had died while
traveling through the area. The funeral was to be held at a cemetery way
back in the country, and this man would be the first to be laid to rest
there. As I was not familiar with the backwoods area, I became lost; and
being a typical man, I did not stop for directions. I finally arrived an
hour late.

I saw the crew, eating lunch, but the hearse was nowhere in sight. I
apologized to the workers for my tardiness, and stepped to the side of the
open grave, where I saw the vault lid already in place. I assured the
workers I would not hold them long but this was the proper thing to do.

The workers gathered around, still eating their lunch. I poured out my
heart and soul. As I preached, the workers began to say "Amen," "Praise the
Lord," and "Glory," I preached, and I preached, like I'd never preached
before:
from Genesis all the way to Revelations. I closed the lengthy service with
a prayer and walked to my car. I felt I had done my duty for the homeless
man and that the crew would leave with a renewed sense of purpose and
dedication, in spite of my tardiness.

As I was opening the door and taking off my coat, I overheard one of the
workers saying to another, "I ain't never seen anything like this
before...and I've been putting in these septic tanks for twenty years."

[babylonsister]

7. Well...

:rofl:
Good one!

[Klukie]

6. Hilarious!!