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got this one from email

The famous Olympic skier Picabo Street is not just an athlete . . . she is now a nurse currently working at an Intensive Care Unit of a large metropolitan hospital.

She is not permitted to answer the hospital telephones any longer.

It cause too much confusion when she would answer the phone and say, Picabo, I.C.U.

as promised in my last post “How’s your day going?“
here’s something similar in video

So, .. How’s your day going?

uh oh..

Ok I received this story on email I don’t know if this is true it’s worth a read!

One day I met a sweet gentleman and fell in love. When it became
apparent that we would marry, I made the supreme sacrifice and gave up
beans.

Some months later, on my birthday, my car broke down on the way home
from work. Since I lived in the countryside I called my husband and
told him that I would be late because I had to walk home. On my way, I
passed by a small diner and the odor of baked beans was more than I
could stand. With miles to walk, I figured that I would walk off any
ill effects by the time I reached home, so I stopped at the diner and
before I knew it, I had consumed three large orders of baked beans. All
the way home, I made sure that I released all the gas.

Upon my arrival, my husband seemed excited to see! me and exclaimed
delightedly: “Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight.”

He then blindfolded me and led me to my chair at the dinner table. I
took a seat and just as he was about to remove my blindfold, the
telephone rang. He made me promise not to touch the blindfold until he
returned and went to answer the call.

The baked beans I had consumed were still affecting me and the
pressure was becoming most unbearable, so while my husband was out of
the room I seized the opportunity, shifted my weight to one leg and let
one go. It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck
running over a skunk in front of a pulpwood mill. I took my napkin from
my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously.

Then, shifting to the other cheek, I ripped off three more. The
stink was worse than cooked cabbage.

Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversation in the other
room, I went on like this for another few minutes.

The pleasure was indescribable. When eventually the telephone
farewells signalled the end of my freedom, I quickly fanned the air a
few more times with my napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my hands
back on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself.

My face must have been the picture of innocence when my husband
returned, apologizing for taking so long. He asked me if I had peeked
through the blindfold, and I assured him I had not.

At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests
seated around the table chorused: “Happy Birthday!”

I fainted!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Using Verizon wireless? expect this..