Creepy day...

This morning on the way to work, I saw an amazing accident. A silver car was perched on my side of the road with the back bumper sticking up in the air as if it had been flipped and thrown from the other side of the highway. Looked like a playdough car with a head imprint on the windshield (I was passing by the site at about 5 miles per hour within 5 minutes of it happening) and there was another car - a small SUV - that was turned around, facing oncoming traffic and the car that had landed on our side; apparently the SUV had gotten hit upon the other car's descent. I called my friend Joey about it and told him what it looked like and how freaky it was that it just happened.

I came to work and was going about my business - expecting to talk to Lisa (a friend of mine) who had been in the midst of an apparent break-up with her boyfriend (my partner knows this guy, too - they haven't broken up, btw). She came to my office at about 2:30 and told me about a message her boyfriend had left her at around 9:00 AM. He called her to tell her that he had had a near-death experience - a car had spun out of control on his side of the highway, flipped over him, and onto the other side of the highway on the way to work. He didn't stop to check things out because he just wanted to get out of the way, but his car got hit by some of the debris of the flipping car while he was driving. The experience made him think of how trivial the problems he's having are, and that life has to be lived to its fullest.

I sat back in my seat while she was talking and said, "Oh my God! I can't believe that! I saw that accident this morning!" Her bf and I had passed each other with him having gone through the process of the accident, the results of which I saw a mere 5 minutes later. Isn't that a bit creepy?

Cowboy in a Gay Bar

A cowboy walks into a bar and after two steps in, he realizes it's a gay bar. "What the heck," he says to himself, "I really want a drink."

When the gay waiter approaches, he says to the cowboy, "What's the name of your willy?"

The cowboy says, "Look, I'm not into any of that. All I want is a drink."

The gay waiter says, "I'm sorry but I can't serve you until you tell me the name of your willy. Mine for instance is called NIKE, for the slogan 'Just Do It.' That guy down at the end of the bar calls his SNICKERS, because 'It really Satisfies."

The cowboy looks dumbfounded, so the bartender tells him he will give him a second to think it over. So the cowboy asks the man sitting to his left who is sipping on a beer, "Hey bud, what's the name of yours?"

The man looks back and says with a smile, "TIMEX." The thirsty cowboy asks, "Why Timex?"

The fella proudly replies, " 'Cause it takes a lickin' and keeps on tickin!'"

A little shaken, the cowboy turns to two fella's on his right, who happen to be sharing a fruity Margarita and says, "So, what do you guys
call yours?"

The first man turns to him and proudly exclaims, "FORD, because" 'Quality is Job One." Then he adds, "Have you driven a Ford lately?" The guy next to him then says, "I call mine CHEVY.....'Like a Rock!' " And gives a wink!

Even more shaken, the Cowboy has to think for a moment before he comes up with a name for his manhood.

Finally, he turns to the bartender and exclaims, "The name of my willy is SECRET. Now give me a beer."

The bartender begins to pour the cowboy a beer, but with a puzzled look asks, "Why Secret?"

The cowboy says, "Because it's 'STRONG ENOUGH FOR A MAN, BUT MADE FOR A WOMAN!!!!!!!"
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I chose a few names for my own willie:

Visa: "It's everywhere you want to be."
Braniff Airlines: "When you got it, flaunt it."
Club Med: "The antidote for civilization."
KFC: "Finger lickin' good."