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A blonde notices her neighbor's house is on fire , so she calls 911.
"Ohmygod ohmygod my neighbor's house is on fire!!! Hurry up and get here!" <click>
The Fire cheif says to his men, well we know we have a call, just not the location...consider yourselves on Standby. The Blonde calls agains screaming "WHY aren't you HERE yet???? Hurry up!!" The Cheif yells her down and says..."Hang on lady, when know there's a fire, but HOW do we get there?!?!"
The blonde gives the phone a strange looks and says "DUH! Big red truck!" <click>

I AM dislexic: My question is WHY do they have to make a word for folks who can't spell so bloody hard to spell?????????? (pout)
 
Neutron walks into a bar, asks "How much for a martini?"
Bartender says, "For you, no charge."

thanks for the chuckles, aus.
 
hehehehehe!! Brilliant, thanks for the pick-me-up
 
NorthernMelody:
I AM dislexic: My question is WHY do they have to make a word for folks who can't spell so bloody hard to spell?????????? (pout)

Melody, dyslexia is a complex of learning disorders that only sometimes manifest themselves in the lack of ability to spell. Often, especially in children there are undiagnozed medical problems such as hearing or sight disorders that sigue into reading, attention and behvioral problems.

Sometimes Dyslexia is also used as a socially acceptable disease much like asthma, to placate the need for attention of hypocondriacs, or to give the worried parent of a lazy kid an acceptable excuse.

I personally had a reading disorder when I was young, I hesitate to call it dyslexia for the above reasons, but I attribute it now to the fact that the top half of my body is right handed, and the bottom part left handed (footed), I think my brain must have found it hard to adapt this to the right to left needs of reading.

I also had a dyslexic friend that was called siobahn (shi-vaun), NO WONDER SHE WAS DYSLEXIC with a name spelt like that.

Why do we make jokes about it? Because you just have to laugh at life or it gets depressing.
 
Ha, love the corny jokes. Thanks guys
 
It doesn't bother me anymore...I just HATE trying to spell a word like that...I am what I am and I cope well enough to drive an 18 wheeler...sing proeffsionally...create tunes and songs (though I can't read or write music) and am now a rescue diver working towards becoming a dive master :) All in all life's grand...it's just a pet peeve about that word...LOL
 
An old farmer had a wife who nagged him unmercifully. From morning til night (and sometimes later), she was always complaining about something.
The only time he got any relief was when he was out plowing with his old mule. He tried to plow a lot.
One day, when he was out plowing, his wife brought him lunch in the field.
He drove the old mule into the shade, sat down on a stump, and began to eat his lunch. Immediately, his wife began haranguing him again.
Complain, nag nag; it just went on and on. All of a sudden, the old mule lashed out with both hind feet; caught her smack in the back of the head. Killed her dead on the spot.
At the funeral several days later, the minister noticed something rather odd.
When a woman mourner would approach the old farmer, he would listen for a minute, then nod his head in agreement; but when a man mourner approached him, he would listen for a minute, then shake his head in disagreement.
This was so consistent, the minister decided to ask the old farmer about it.
So after the funeral, the minister spoke to the old farmer, and asked him why he nodded his head and agreed with the women, but always shook his head and disagreed with all the men.
The old farmer said, "Well, the women would come up and say some thing about how nice my wife looked, or how pretty her dress was, so I'd nod my head in agreement."
"And what about the men?" the minister asked.
"They wanted to know if the mule was for sale."
 
Speaking about dyslexia, the phone company assigned me a number that was just two digits reversed from a dyslexia hotline. I never get any peace.
 
LeFlaneur:
Speaking about dyslexia, the phone company assigned me a number that was just two digits reversed from a dyslexia hotline. I never get any peace.
THAT, was funny! I hear a lot of joke time and time again, but that's one of the first new ones I've seen in a loooonng time :)
 

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