summer lites

You won't tell me your age? OK, I'll figure it out this way:

1. Pick the number of times a week that you would like to have dinner out. (Try for more than once but less than 10)

2. Multiply this number by 2. (Just to be bold)

3. Add 5. (for Sunday bonus)

4. Multiply it by 50 -- I'll wait while you get the calculator...

5. If you have already had your birthday this year, add 1767... Otherwise, add 1766...

6. Now subtract the four digit year that you were born.

You should have a three digit number...

The first digit of this was your original number (i.e., how many times you want to have eat-out each week).

The next two numbers are ..........

YOUR AGE!

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What do you see in this image:

​Research has shown that young children cannot identify the intimate couple because they do not have prior memory associated with such a scenario.

Children see 9 dolphins.

On the other hand, adult’s mind is rather “corrupted” so adult person may have problems spotting 9 dolphins at first eye glaze.

If you have trouble spotting dolphins in the first 6 seconds, then your mind is heavily corrupted, and you are seriously obsessed with sex! … 

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A man runs into the vet's office carrying his dog, screaming for help. The vet rushes him back to an examination room and has him put his dog down on the examination table. The vet examines the still, limp, cold body and after a few moments, tells the man that his dog, regrettably, is dead.

The man, clearly agitated and not willing to accept this, demands a second opinion. The vet goes into the back room and comes out with a cat and puts the cat down next to the dog's body. The cat sniffs the body, walks from head to tail, poking and sniffing the dog's body and finally looks at the vet and meows.

The vet looks at the man and says, "I'm sorry, but the cat thinks that your dog is dead, too." The man is still unwilling to accept that his dog is dead, so the vet brings in a black Labrador. The lab sniffs the body, walks from head to tail, and finally looks at the vet and barks.

The vet looks at the man and says, "I'm sorry, but the lab thinks your dog is dead too." The man, finally resigned to the diagnosis, thanks the vet and asks how much he owes.

The vet answers, "$650."

"$650 to tell me my dog is dead?" exclaims the man.

"Well," the vet replies, "I would only have charged you $50 for my initial diagnosis. The additional $600 was for the cat scan and lab tests."

Happy Summer!