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    A doctor, an architect, and an attorney were dining at the country club one day, and the conversation turned to the subject of their respective dogs, which were apparently quite extraordinary. A wager was placed on who had the most intelligent dog. The physician offered to show his dog first, and called to the parking lot, "Hippocrates, come!" Hippocrates ran in, and was told by the doctor to do his stuff. Hippocrates ran to the golf course and dug for a while, producing a number of bones. He dragged the bones into the country club, and assembled them into a complete, fully articulated human skeleton. The physician patted Hippocrates on the head, and gave him a cookie for his efforts. The architect was only marginally impressed, and called for his dog, "Sliderule, come!" Sliderule ran in, and was told to do his stuff. The dog immediately chewed the skeleton to rubble, but reassembled the fragments into a scale model of the Taj Mahal. The architect patted his dog more...

    theres this first grade teacher that is teaching her students how to read. she bakes cookies for the class.
    when the kids come in from recess they all sit in their seats.
    the teacher asked, "does anyone want to tell me what you did at recess today?"
    sally raises her hand and says, "I played in the sand box."
    "Okay," said the teacher, "If you can spell sand on the board I will give you a cookie." she does it.
    Ben raises his hand and says " I played in the sand box too!"
    "Okay if you can spell box on the board I will give yu aa cookie." So he does it.
    Mae-he Mahamid riases his hand and says (with an accent) "I wanted to play in da sand box, but ben and sally wouldnt let me."
    "That is blunt racial descrimination," said the teacher, "if you can spell blunt racial descrimination on the board i will give you a cookie."

    Last year, a guy went to a doctor because he was losing weight.
    He found out he had a tapeworm, and was instructed by the doctor to bring a muffin, a Twinkie and a cookie with him on his next visit.
    When he was being examined the doctor shoved the muffin, the Twinkie, and finally the cookie up the guy's ass. The patient protested, but the doctor calmed him down, saying it was part of the therapy.
    This treatment continued for several weeks and every time the doctor shoved a muffin, a Twinkie and a cookie up his ass.
    Finally, after many visits, the Doctor instructed the patient to bring a muffin, a Twinkie and a mallet for the next visit.
    The day arrived and this time the doctor shoved only the muffin and the Twinkie up the patient's ass.
    After a few minutes the tapeworm appeared out of his asshole and demanded, "Where's my cookie!?" WHAM!!!

    Psychologists havediscovered that the manner in which people eat Oreo cookies provides great insight intotheir personalities. Choose which method best describes your favorite method of eatingOreos: 1. The whole thing all at once.
    2. One bite at a time
    3. Slow and methodical nibbles examining the results of each bite afterwards.
    4. In little feverish nibbles.
    5. Dunked in some liquid (milk, coffee...).
    6. Twisted apart, the inside, then the cookie.
    7. Twisted apart, the inside, and toss the cookie.
    8. Just the cookie, not the inside.
    9. I just like to lick them, not eat them.
    10. I don't have a favorite way because I don't like Oreos.Your Personality: 1. The whole thing - this means you consume life with abandon, you are fun to be with, exciting, carefree with some hint of recklessness. You are totally irresponsible. No one should trust you with their children. 2. One bite at a time. You are lucky to be one of the 5.4 billion other people who eat more...

    An elderly man lay dying in his bed. In death's agony, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite sugar cookies wafting up the stairs.
    He gathered enough strength to get out bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom.
    With even greater effort, he forced his boney fingers to grab the handrail and he went down the stairs, one stumbling step at a time.
    With labored breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen. Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven.
    There, on the kitchen table, spread out in rows upon wax paper, were literally hundreds of his favorite sugar cookies.
    Was it heaven? Or, was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife of 60 years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
    Mustering one great final effort, he lunged toward the table, landing on his knees in a rumpled posture.
    His parched lips were slightly parted. The wondrous taste of more...

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