My grandfather always said, “Don’t watch your money; watch your health.” So one day while I was watching my health, someone stole my money. It was my grandfather. (Jackie Mason)
A guy asks a lawyer what his fee is. “I charge $200 for three questions,” the lawyer says. “That’s awfully steep, isn’t it?” the guy asks. “Yes,” the lawyer replies, “Now what’s your final question?”
I failed my driver’s test. The guy asked me, “What do you do at a red light?” I said, “I don’t know…look around, listen to the radio…. (Bill Braudis).
A Jewish grandmother is watching her grandchild playing on the beach when a huge wave comes and takes him out to sea. She pleads, “Please God, save my only grandson. I beg of you, bring him back.” And a big wave comes and washes the boy back onto the beach, good as new. She looks up to heaven and says: “He had a hat!” (Myron Cohen)
The Zen Master steps up to the hot dog stand and says: “Make me one with everything.” The hot dog vendor fixes a hot dog and hands it to the Zen Master who pays with a 20 dollar bill. The hot dog vendor puts the bill in the cashbox and closes the drawer. “Where’s my change?” asks the Zen Master. And the hot dog vendor responds, “Change must come from within.”
A businessman from Wisconsin went on a business trip to Louisiana. Upon arrival, he immediately plugged his laptop into the hotel room port and sent a short email back home to his wife, Jennifer Johnson, at her address, This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it . Unfortunately, in his haste, he mistyped a letter and the email ended up going to This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it , a Jean Johnson in Duluth, the wife of a preacher who had just passed away and was buried that day. The preacher’s wife took one look at the email and promptly fainted. It read, “Arrived safely, but it sure is hot down here!”
An elderly man was at home dying in his bed. He smelled the aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookies baking. He wanted one last cookie before he died. He fell out of bed, crawled to the landing, rolled down the stairs and crawled into the kitchen where his wife was busily baking cookies. With waning strength, he crawled to the table and was just barely able to lift his withered arm to the cookie sheet. As he grasped a warm, moist chocolate chip cookie his wife suddenly whacked his hand with a spatula. “Why?” he whispered. “Why did you do that?” “They’re for the funeral,” she replied.
OLDY BUT GOODIE
Long ago, when sailing ships ruled the waves, a captain and his crew were in danger of being boarded by a pirate ship. As the crew became frantic, the captain bellowed to his First Mate, “Bring me my red shirt!”
The First Mate quickly retrieved the captain’s red shirt, which the captain put on and led the crew to battle the pirate boarding party. Although some casualties occurred among the crew, the pirates were repelled.
Later that day, the lookout screamed that there were two pirate vessels sending boarding parties. The crew cowered in fear, but the captain, calm as ever, bellowed, “Bring me my red shirt!” And once again the battle was on. The Captain and his crew repelled both boarding parties, however this time more casualties occurred.
Weary from the battles, the men sat around on deck that night recounting the day’s occurrences when an ensign looked to the captain and asked, “Sir, why did you call for your red shirt before the battle?” The Captain, giving the ensign a look that only a captain can give, exhorted, “If I am wounded in battle, the red shirt does not show the wound and thus, you men will continue to fight unafraid…”
The men sat in silence marveling at the courage of such a man. As dawn came the next morning, the lookout screamed that there were pirate ships, 10 of them, all with boarding parties on their way. The men became silent and looked to the Captain, their leader, for his usual command. The Captain, calm as ever, bellowed, “Bring me my brown pants!”
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Rex Gutierrez is a twenty-year resident of Rancho Cucamonga. Rex has a wide background in government, public policy, and finance. Rex was elected to the Rancho Cucamonga City Council in 1992 and re-elected in 1996. He left the council in 1998 to operate the Grapevine Press, but was again elected to the City Council in November, 2002 and 2006.