Of Citizens and Congressmen

Tis Better to give than to receive?

One day a florist goes to a barber for a haircut. After the cut he asked about his bill and the barber replies, "I cannot accept money from you. I'm doing community service this week." The florist was pleased and left the shop.

When the barber goes to open his shop the next morning there is a 'thank you' card and a dozen roses waiting for him at his door.

Later, a cop comes in for a haircut, and when he tries to pay his bill, the barber again replies, "I cannot accept money from you. I'm doing community service this week." The cop is happy and leaves the shop.

The next morning when the barber goes to open up there is a 'thank you' card and a dozen donuts waiting for him at his door.

Later that day, a college professor comes in for a haircut, and when he tries to pay his bill, the barber again replies, "I cannot accept money from you. I'm doing community service this week." The professor is very happy and leaves the shop.

The next morning when the barber opens his shop, there is a 'thank you' card and a dozen different books, such as How to Improve Your Business and Becoming More Successful.

Then, a Congressman comes in for a haircut, and when he goes to pay his bill the barber again replies, "I cannot accept money from you. I'm doing community service this week." The Congressman is very happy and leaves the shop.

The next morning when the barber goes to open up, there are a dozen Congressmen lined up waiting for a free haircut.

And that, my friends, illustrates the fundamental difference between the citizens of our country and the members of our Congress.






















The reason Mr. Potato Head has interchangeable parts.

A little boy hurt his finger on a rose stem and ran crying into the house to show his mother his boo-boo.
"Oh," she said, "let me get a Band-Aid for that."
"No!" cried the boy. "Cider!"
"Cider?" the mother asked. "What on earth do you want cider for?"
"Because," he explained, "sis says whenever she gets a prick in her hand, she likes to put it in cider."



Let 'Em Blow!
(sung to the tune of
Let It Snow!)

Oh the debates on TV are frightful,
Mute buttons are so delightful;
There's nothing else to watch so
Let 'em blow! Let 'em blow! Let 'em blow!

Oh they don't show signs of stopping,
And I'm tired of all the flip-flopping;
The volume's turned way down low
Let 'em blow! Let 'em blow! Let 'em blow!

They don't show signs of quitting,
What they're saying the fan it's hitting;
The volume's turned way down low
Let 'em blow! Let 'em blow! Let 'em blow!

When I finally change the channel,
I hate when newsmen are discussing
The candidates in their small panel,
All the way to bed I'll be cussing.

The time is slowly passing
And I fear they're still kiss-assing,
But as long as the volume's low
Let 'em blow! Let 'em blow! Let 'em blow!

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