I recieved this forward (read: junk mail), but found it somewhat amusing, I figured you may as well, I hope this isn’t too mundane for you folks, and I hope that I’m not the last one to read it :rolleyes:.
> When you have had one of those
>
> TAKE THIS JOB AND SHOVE IT DAYS,
>
> try this …
>
> On your way home after work, stop at your pharmacy and go to the section
> where they have thermometers. You will need to purchase a rectal
> thermometer made by Q-Tip. Be very sure that you get this brand.
>
> When you get home, lock your doors, draw the drapes, and disconnect the
> phone so you will not be disturbed during your therapy.
>
> Change to very comfortable clothing, such as a sweat suit and lie down on
> your bed.
>
> Open the package containing the thermometer and remove the thermometer and
> carefully place it on the bedside table so that it will not become chipped
> or broken.
>
> Take the written material that accompanies the thermometer and as you read
> it you will notice in small print the statement that *every rectal
> thermometer madeby Q-tip is PERSONALLY tested.
>
> Now close your eyes and say out loud five times …
>
> “I am so glad that I do not work in quality control at the Q-tip Company.”
“I am so glad that I do not work in quality control at the Q-tip Company.”
“I am so glad that I do not work in quality control at the Q-tip Company.”
“I am so glad that I do not work in quality control at the Q-tip Company.”
“I am so glad that I do not work in quality control at the Q-tip Company.”
“I am so glad that I do not work in quality control at the Q-tip Company.”
“I am so glad that I do not work in quality control at the Q-tip Company.”
“I am so glad that I do not work in quality control at the Q-tip Company.”
“I am so glad that I do not work in quality control at the Q-tip Company.”
“I am so glad that I do not work in quality control at the Q-tip Company.”
“I am so glad that I do not work in quality control at the Q-tip Company.”
Oh, I don’t know. It probably wouldn’t be so bad once you got used to it…
What?
An infinite number of rednecks in an infinite number of pickup trucks shooting an infinite number of shotguns at an infinite number of road signs will eventually produce all the world’s great works of literature in Braille.
Ok, except we debunked this last week. Q-Tip doesn’t make thermometers.
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