The rules for the Internet Detox Center are as follows:
All words written must be in full form; No shorthand.
Group Therapy is not to be mistaken as a chat room, and it’s not as hard as xanax detox addiction abuse withdrawal.
The words LOL, Bling, A/S/L, and Pic, are forbidden.
When a person stalls, its not to be considered as “Lagging.”
The shakes that come in the form of an “Air Keyboard” are to be treated ASAP.
Going to sleep is not to be mistaken as signing off.
One-on-One therapy is not to be mistaken as an “Instant Message.”
All records must be filed on paper using black ink; No computers allowed — period!
No “nicknames” allowed because of the “screen name” factor.
When your treatment is over and you leave you are NOT considered to have been “Booted.”
Here’s a recipe for you and if you need an apron for this one just click through here.
You’ll need the following:
- 1 Cup water
- 1 Cup sugar
- 1 Cup brown sugar
- 4 large eggs
- lemon juice
- 1 tsp. baking soda
- 2 Cups dried fruit nuts
- 1 tsp. salt
- 1 FULL bottle of your favorite whiskey
Sample the whiskey to check for quality. Take a large bowl. Check the whiskey again to be sure that it is of the highest quality. Pour one level cup and drink. Repeat. Turn on the electric mixer. Beat 1 C of butter in a large fluffy bowl. Add 1 tsp. sugar and beat again. Make sure the whiskey is still okay. Cry another tup. Turn off the mixer. Break two legs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit. Mix on the turner. If the fried druit gets stuck in the beaterers, pry it loose with a drewscriver. Sample the whiskey to check for tonsisticity. Next, sift 2 cups of salt. Or something. Who cares. Check the whiskey. Now sift the lemon juice and add one table. Spoon. Of sugar or something. Whatever you can find. Grease the oven. Turn the cake tin to 350 degrees. Don’t forget to off the beat turner. Throw the bowl out the window. Check the whiskey again. Go to bed.
Who the heck likes fruitcake anyway?!
A little boy came downstairs crying late one night. He had been hiding under his rustic bedding, but needed consoling from his mum.
“What’s wrong?” asked his mother.
“Do people really come from dust, like they said in church?” he sobbed.
“In a way they do,” said his mother.
“And when they die so they turn back to dust?”
“Yes, they do.”
The little boy began to cry again. “Well, under my bed there’s someone either coming or going.”
Q: How many Dylan fans does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind. The answer is blowin’ in the wind.
Q: How many Pet Shop Boys does it take to change a lightbulb ?
A: Two. One to change it and one to sit around looking bored.
Q: How many heavy metal fans does it take to change a lightbulb ?
A: Three. One to change it and two to say “Excelleeeeeent !”
Q: How many punk rockers does it take to change a lightbulb ?
A: Two: One to screw in the bulb and the other to smash the old one on his forehead.
Q: How many crusties does it take to change a lightbulb ?
A: Twelve. Crusty #1 yanks the old bulb out and crusty #2 is just about to put the new one in when crusties #3 and #4 stagger in and start arguing that it’s their turn. In the ensuing squabble the bulb gets dropped on the floor and smashes. Then crusty #5 points out what a good laugh this is and so chief crusty (#6) dispatches crusties #7 and #8 to go down the shops to buy a new one. After having visited at least 2 off licenses on the way, they find their way into the hardware shop. While crusty #7 is busily trying to buy 6 new bulbs for the princely sum of 10p each and a can of special brew, crusty #8 is busy liberating as many as will fit into his long grey shapeless overcoat’s pockets. They are joined on the way back by crusties #9 and #10 whose names they’ve forgotten but they do at least *sound* familiar, and much frivolous hugging ensues until someone remembers what the trip down the shops was all about. On their way back into the squat they pass crusty #11, who has only just joined the group, and who is just on his way out to go and get his hair crimped. Anyway once inside, the lightbulbs are all smashed on the floor and the stereo is cranked up and led lighting all the way on, so the dancing can begin. At this point crusty #12 comes back in from a Levellers gig and collapses in a corner, only to find he is lying on something that makes a noise, which turns out to be the dog, holding the last unsmashed lightbulb in its mouth.
A professor was giving a big test one day to his students. He handed out all of the tests and went back to his desk to wait. Once the test was over the students all handed the tests back in.
The professor noticed that one of the students had mentioned he could buy silver coins and finally attached a $100 bill to his test with a note saying “A dollar per point.” The next class the professor handed the graded tests back out.
This student got back his test, his test grade, and $64 change.