The following is an ad from a real-life newspaper which
appeared four days in a row - the last three hopelessly trying to correct the
first day's mistake.
MONDAY: For Sale : R.D. Jones has one sewing
machine for sale. Phone 948-0707 after 7 pm. and ask for Mrs. Kelly who lives
with him cheap.
TUESDAY Notice: We regret having erred In
R.D. Jones' ad yesterday. It should have read "One sewing machine for sale
cheap. Phone 948-0707 and ask for Mrs. Kelly, who lives with him after 7
pm."
WEDNESDAY Notice: R.D. Jones has informed us
that he has received several annoying telephone calls because of the error we
made in the classified ad yesterday. The ad stands correct as follows:
"For sale -- R.D. Jones has one sewing machine for sale. Cheap. Phone
948-0707 after 7 pm and ask for Mrs. Kelly who loves with him."
THURSDAY Notice: I, R.D. Jones, have no
sewing machine for sale. I smashed it. Don't call 948-0707 as I have had the
phone disconnected. I have not been carrying on with Mrs. Kelly. Until
yesterday she was my housekeeper but she quit!
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Little Johnny was walking along the railroad tracks when
suddenly he got his foot caught under one of the railroad ties. He tried
to get it out but it was really stuck. As he struggled to free his foot,
he heard a noise and turned around. To his horror he saw a train coming.
Panicked he started to pray, "God, please get my foot out of these tracks
and I'll stop being bad!"
Nothing happened, his foot was still stuck.
He looked up to see the train getting closer! He
prayed again, "God, please get my foot out and I'll stop swearing AND
being bad!"
Still nothing his foot was wedged tight. The train
was just seconds away! Little Johnny struggled frantically as the train's horn
blared.
He tried his plea one more time, "God, please, if
you get my foot out of the tracks, I'll quit being bad, I'll stop swearing, AND
I'll stop trying to look up little Mary's dress."
Just as the train was about to hit Johnny, his foot broke
free and he fell backwards, the train narrowly missing him. He got up,
dusted himself off, looked toward Heaven and said, "Thanks anyway, God, I
got it myself..."
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