Thursday, August 2, 2012

Good morning crew,

Another busy weekend coming up. My goddaughter has a birthday party on Saturday, so I will be driving way the heck out to her house in unincorporated Indiana where they use tractors for personal transportation. Her dad, however, still puts out a pretty good spread, so hopefully I'll get a decent meal out of the day.

The real challenge is figuring out what to buy a thirteen-year-old girl for a birthday present. I'm open to suggestions.

Then I promised some people I would be at Taste of Orland Park on Sunday. This little suburb actually has some pretty good restaurants, not to mention a couple of micro-breweries like Rock Bottom, so I am expecting a nice combination of good beer and good food.

After that I should be well anesthetized for another week of work!

Laugh it up,

Joe

joe@gophercentral.com

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"They were saying we might get hit by remnants of tropical depression Fabio. That sounds like the saddest romance novel cover ever." -Jimmy Kimmel

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"Everything went smoothly at the sailing events today, except for the British team. They forgot to bring limes and they all got scurvy." -Craig Ferguson

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"An Australian swimmer who failed to win a gold medal is blaming her loss on social media. In her defense, it is really hard to tweet when you're swimming." -Conan O'Brien

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I returned home from my ninth business trip of the year with a severe bout of jet laginduced foot-in-mouth disease. As we prepared to go to sleep that night, I wrapped my arms around my better half, gave her a kiss, and announced, "It's good to be in my own bed, with my own wife!"


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A stock analyst and a Wall Street broker went to the racetrack. The broker suggested betting $12,000 on a certain horse. The analyst was skeptical; he had never been to the races before and wanted to understand the rules and look over all the horses before placing a wager.

"You're too cautious and detail-oriented," the broker criticized as he placed his large bet. His horse won and he raked in a bundle of money.

"What's your secret?" the analyst asked.

"It's simple," the broker explained. "I have two kids... ages two and six...so I add their ages together and bet on number nine."

"But two and six is eight, not nine!" protested the analyst.

"See!" the broker replied, "I told you you're too cautious and detail-oriented."