Stupid Fw., Fw. Fw., Fw emails

[Ladyfair]

My mother is the world's worst offender for this! Well, the rest of her family does it too, and they all contribute more than their fair share to cyber-forwarding. I've had to block all but my mom, and at this point she KNOWS better than to hit "forward to all" and include me in there!

[pinktink]

Hey Vixie, FIL's can be like little children.

[pinktink]

Vix, I pm'd u

[vixen101485]

Vix, I pm'd u

You have to post more doofus....LOL

[accioetoile]

I absolutely HAVE to reply to this thread. I have a cousin who constantly forwards me emails. Just the other day, she forwarded me an email with the subject "Why I forward jokes". All I could do was shake my head. The story in the email seemed to have no correlation between the story, and why someone forwards an email.

And now I shall post it for your reading pleasure:

This explains why I forward jokes.


A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.
He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.
When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as
he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side
When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"
"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.
"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.
"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up."
The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence.
As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
"Excuse me!" he called to the man. "Do you have any water?"
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in."
"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.
"There should be a bowl by the pump."
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.
The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.
When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.
"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.
"This is Heaven," he answered.
"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too."
"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell."
"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"
"No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind."
Soooo.
Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without writing a word.
Maybe this will explain.
When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do? You forward jokes.
When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact, you forward jokes.
When you have something to say, but don't know what, and don't know how, you forward jokes.
Also to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still important, you are still loved, you are still cared for, guess what you get?
A forwarded joke.
So, next time if you get a joke, don't think that you've been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you've been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile.




You are all welcome @ my water bowl anytime

[vixen101485]

WOW....cute story but....Yeah! not much corralation there. Forwarding the last bit only would have made more sense.


BTW...FIL's response to my "you are wrong and here's the links to prove it" email back to him was the classic....."I guess I have seen this email so many times I believed it was true" SIGH.

I told Donnie he REALLY needs to tell his dad to quit it or I WILL start sending the same emaiil back to FIL in multiples, over and over and over. I am sure it would piss him off, but I would be curious to see if he would actually get the point. NAH! Probably not! LOL

[GRUMPY PIRATE]

I absolutely HAVE to reply to this thread. I have a cousin who constantly forwards me emails. Just the other day, she forwarded me an email with the subject "Why I forward jokes". All I could do was shake my head. The story in the email seemed to have no correlation between the story, and why someone forwards an email.

And now I shall post it for your reading pleasure:

This explains why I forward jokes.


A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.
He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.
When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as
he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side
When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"
"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.
"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.
"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up."
The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence.
As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
"Excuse me!" he called to the man. "Do you have any water?"
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in."
"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.
"There should be a bowl by the pump."
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.
The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.
When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.
"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.
"This is Heaven," he answered.
"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too."
"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell."
"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"
"No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind."
Soooo.
Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without writing a word.
Maybe this will explain.
When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do? You forward jokes.
When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact, you forward jokes.
When you have something to say, but don't know what, and don't know how, you forward jokes.
Also to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still important, you are still loved, you are still cared for, guess what you get?
A forwarded joke.
So, next time if you get a joke, don't think that you've been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you've been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile.

Nice story...except the first part was an old twilight zone episode.

And if you want to keep in contact. Just send an e-mail asking them whats new?

[BRWombat]

When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do? You forward jokes.
When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact, you forward jokes.
When you have something to say, but don't know what, and don't know how, you forward jokes.
Also to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still important, you are still loved, you are still cared for, guess what you get?
A forwarded joke.
So, next time if you get a joke, don't think that you've been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you've been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile.

Funny, but I might have written it differently...

[INDENT]When you are supposedly very busy, but have no regard to how busy your recipients may be, guess what you do? You forward jokes.
When you have nothing to say, and want to prove it to everyone you know, you forward jokes.
When you have something to say, but don't know what, you must be an idiot, so you forward jokes.
Also to let you know that you are still remembered -- at least I haven't deleted you from my address book; you are still important -- but not important enough for a hand-typed personal note; you are still loved -- but not enough for me to check out whether the story I'm sending is true; you are still cared for -- but not enough for me to care whether your mailbox is flooded with forwards you've already seen a hundred times; guess what you get?
A forwarded joke.
So, next time if you get a joke, don't think that you've been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you're on the mailing list of some perhaps well-meaning dolt with poor communication skills, little understanding of real-world relationships, and possibly poor hygiene. Yay![/INDENT]

(Do I sound as if I have strong feelings on the subject??? :D :)

[Syndrome]

Funny, but I might have written it differently...

[INDENT]When you are supposedly very busy, but have no regard to how busy your recipients may be, guess what you do? You forward jokes.
When you have nothing to say, and want to prove it to everyone you know, you forward jokes.
When you have something to say, but don't know what, you must be an idiot, so you forward jokes.
Also to let you know that you are still remembered -- at least I haven't deleted you from my address book; you are still important -- but not important enough for a hand-typed personal note; you are still loved -- but not enough for me to check out whether the story I'm sending is true; you are still cared for -- but not enough for me to care whether your mailbox is flooded with forwards you've already seen a hundred times; guess what you get?
A forwarded joke.
So, next time if you get a joke, don't think that you've been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you're on the mailing list of some perhaps well-meaning dolt with poor communication skills, little understanding of real-world relationships, and possibly poor hygiene. Yay![/INDENT]

(Do I sound as if I have strong feelings on the subject??? :D :)

ROFL!! Now if only I had the guts to send it to a few people I know....

[vixen101485]

I think we should have our marsupial legal counsel forward that to everybody for us. LOL