Subject: Thanks for the educational emails



I just want to thank all of you for your educational emails over
the past year.

Thanks to you, I no longer open a public bathroom door without
using a paper towel.

I can't use the remote in a hotel room because I don't know what
the last person was doing while flipping through the adult movie
channels.

I can't sit down on the hotel bedspread because I can only
imagine what has happened on it since it was last washed.

I can't enjoy lemon slices in my tea or on my seafood anymore
because lemon peels have been found to contain all kinds of nasty germs
including feces.

I have trouble shaking hands with someone who has been driving
because the number one pass-time while driving alone is picking your
nose (although cell phone usage may be taking the number one spot)

Eating a Little Debbie sends me on a guilt trip because I canonly imagine how many gallons of trans fats I have consumed over the
years.

I can't touch any woman's purse for fear she has placed it on
the floor of a public bathroom. Yuck!

I must send my special thanks to whoever sent me the one about
poop in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet sponge
with every envelope that needs sealing.

Also, now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for the
same reason.

I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl
(Penny Brown) who is about to die in the hospital for the 1,387,258th
time.

I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I
receive the $15,000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOL are sending me
for participating in their special e-mail program.

I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels
looking out for me, and St. Theresa's novena has granted my every wish.

I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible
mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers.

I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell
like a water buffalo on a hot day.

Thanks to you, I have learned that my prayers only get answered
if I forward an email to seven of my friends and make a wish within five
minutes.

Because of your concern I no longer drink Coca Cola because it
can remove toilet stains.

I no longer can buy gasoline without taking someone along to
watch the car so a serial killer won't crawl in my back seat when I'm
pumping gas..

I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr Pepper since the people who make
these products are atheists who refuse to put 'Under God' < SPAN t
yle='FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #9a3300; FONT-FAMILY:
Arial' s>on their cans.

I no longer use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causes
cancer.

And thanks for letting me know I can't boil a cup of water in
the microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face...disfiguring
me for life.

I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could
be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS.

I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me
with a perfume sample and rob me.

I no longer receive packages from UPS or FedEx since they are
actually Al Qaeda in disguise.

I no longer shop at Target since they are French and don't
support our American troops or the Salvation Army.

I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial
a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica ,
Uganda & Singapore a nd Uzbekistan .

I no longer buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now
have their recipe.

Thanks to you, I can't use anyone's toilet but mine because a
big brown African spider is lurking under the seat to cause me instant
dea th when it bites my butt.

And thanks to your great advice, I can't ever pick up $5.00
dropped in the parking lot because it probably was placed there by a sex
molester waiting underneath my car to grab my leg.

I can no longer drive my car because I can't buy gas from
certain gas companies!

If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the
next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at
5:00 PM this afternoon and the fleas from 12 camels will infest your
back, causing you to grow a hairy hump. I know this will occur because
it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor's
ex-mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's beautician...

Have a wonderful day...