Gynzer’s Musings

A Marine stationed in Afghanistan recently received a
“Dear John” letter from his girlfriend back home. It read
as follows:

Dear Ricky,

I can no longer continue our relationship. The distance
between us is just too great. I must admit that I have
cheated on you twice since you’ve been gone, and it’s not
fair to either of us. I’m sorry. Please return the picture
of me that I sent to you.

Love,

Becky

The Marine, with hurt feelings, asked his fellow Marines
for any snapshots they could spare of their girlfriends,
sisters, ex-girlfriends, aunts, cousins, etc.

In addition
to the picture of Becky, Ricky included all the other
pictures of the pretty gals he had collected from his
buddies. There were 57 photos in that envelope, along
with this note.

Dear Becky,

I”m sorry, but I can’t quite remember who you are. Please
take your picture from the pile and send the rest back to
me.

Love,

Ricky

My husband was once employed in the printing division of a
large manufacturing firm. One morning, word came from the
top that some visiting VIPs would be touring the plant in
just a few minutes. All production was immediately shut down
as employees scrambled to quickly tidy up the work place.
When the appointed lookout yelled, “Here they come!” fifty
fingers that were poised over fifty machine start-up buttons
pressed down in unison and blew every fuse in the building.