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	<title>The Tears of Brize</title>
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	<description>A tear is a tear is a tear...</description>
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		<title>That Was Wonderful, but&#8230;.</title>
		<link>http://trdmf.com/brize/2009/03/26/that-was-wonderful-but/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2009 15:22:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A male patient is lying in bed in the hospital, wearing an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose, still heavily sedated from a difficult, four-hour, surgical procedure. A young student nurse appears to give him a partial sponge bath.
&#8220;Nurse&#8221;, he mumbles, from behind the mask, &#8220;Are my testicles black?&#8221;
Embarrassed, the young nurse replies, &#8220;I [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A male patient is lying in bed in the hospital, wearing an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose, still heavily sedated from a difficult, four-hour, surgical procedure. A young student nurse appears to give him a partial sponge bath.</p>
<p>&#8220;Nurse&#8221;, he mumbles, from behind the mask, &#8220;Are my testicles black?&#8221;</p>
<p>Embarrassed, the young nurse replies, &#8220;I don&#8217;t know, sir. I&#8217;m only here to wash your upper body and feet.&#8221;</p>
<p>He struggles to ask again, &#8220;Nurse, are my testicles black?&#8221;</p>
<p>Concerned he may elevate his vitals from worry about his testicles, she overcomes her embarrassment and sheepishly pulls back the covers. She raises his gown, holds his penis in one hand and his testicles in the other, lifting and moving them around.</p>
<p>Then, she takes a close look and says, &#8220;There&#8217;s nothing wrong with them, sir!!&#8221;</p>
<p>The man pulls off his oxygen mask, smiles at her and says very slowly, &#8220;Thank you very much. That was wonderful, but listen very, very closely&#8230;&#8230;</p>
<p> &#8220;A r e &#8211; m y &#8211; t e s t &#8211; r e s u l t s &#8211; back?&#8221;</p>
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		<title>Go Ask Alice</title>
		<link>http://trdmf.com/brize/2009/03/26/go-ask-alice/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2009 15:06:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don&#8217;t do anything at all
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One pill makes you larger<br />
And one pill makes you small<br />
And the ones that mother gives you<br />
Don&#8217;t do anything at all</p>
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		<title>Why Parents Drink</title>
		<link>http://trdmf.com/brize/2009/03/25/why-parents-drink/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 14:33:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A boss wondered why one of his most valued employees had not phoned in sick one day. Having an urgent problem with one of the main computers, he dialed the employee&#8217;s home phone number and was greeted with a child&#8217;s whisper.
“Hello.” “Is your daddy home?” he asked.
“Yes,” whispered the small voice.
“May I talk with him?”
The [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A boss wondered why one of his most valued employees had not phoned in sick one day. Having an urgent problem with one of the main computers, he dialed the employee&#8217;s home phone number and was greeted with a child&#8217;s whisper.</p>
<p>“Hello.” “Is your daddy home?” he asked.</p>
<p>“Yes,” whispered the small voice.</p>
<p>“May I talk with him?”</p>
<p>The child whispered, “No.”</p>
<p>Surprised and wanting to talk with an adult, the boss asked, “Is your Mommy there?” “Yes.” </p>
<p>“May I talk with her?” Again the small voice whispered, “No.” </p>
<p>Hoping there was somebody with whom he could leave a message, the boss asked, “Is anybody else there?”</p>
<p>“Yes,” whispered the child, “a policeman”</p>
<p>Wondering what a cop would be doing at his employee&#8217;s home, the boss asked,</p>
<p>“May I speak with the policeman?” “No, he&#8217;s busy”, whispered the child.</p>
<p>“Busy doing what?”</p>
<p>“Talking to Daddy and Mommy and the Fireman,”came the whispered answer.</p>
<p>Growing more worried as he heard what sounded like a helicopter through the ear piece on the phone, the boss asked,</p>
<p>“What is that noise?” “A helicopter” answered the whispering voice.</p>
<p>“What is going on there?” demanded the boss, now truly apprehensive.</p>
<p>Again, whispering, the child answered, “The search team just landed the Helicopter.”</p>
<p>Alarmed, concerned and a little frustrated the boss asked, “What are they searching for?”</p>
<p>Still whispering, the young voice replied with a muffled giggle: “ME.” </p>
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		<title>Flowers</title>
		<link>http://trdmf.com/brize/2008/04/21/flowers/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Apr 2008 17:51:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Dancing with the Stars</title>
		<link>http://trdmf.com/brize/2008/01/18/dancing-with-the-stars/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2008 04:17:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dancing with the Stars&#8230;.

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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dancing with the Stars&#8230;.</p>
<p><a href='http://trdmf.com/brize/files/2008/01/alicegingerbreadmansmall.jpg' title='Alice'><img src='http://trdmf.com/brize/files/2008/01/alicegingerbreadmansmall.jpg' alt='Alice' /></a></p>
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		<title>Death, Warmed Over</title>
		<link>http://trdmf.com/brize/2008/01/16/death-warmed-over/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2008 04:50:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>New GPS?</title>
		<link>http://trdmf.com/brize/2008/01/04/new-gps/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Jan 2008 22:13:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Question authority&#8230;&#8230;..

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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Question authority&#8230;&#8230;..</p>
<p><a href='http://trdmf.com/brize/files/2008/01/mercedes-car-navigation.jpg' title='GPS'><img src='http://trdmf.com/brize/files/2008/01/mercedes-car-navigation.jpg' alt='GPS' /></a></p>
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		<title>Miss Beatrice</title>
		<link>http://trdmf.com/brize/2007/12/21/miss-beatrice/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Dec 2007 15:49:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Miss Beatrice, the church organist, was in her eighties and had never been married. She was admired for her sweetness and kindness to all. One afternoon the pastor came to call on her and she showed him into her quaint sitting room. She invited him to have a seat while she prepared tea. As he [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Miss Beatrice, the church organist, was in her eighties and had never been married. She was admired for her sweetness and kindness to all. One afternoon the pastor came to call on her and she showed him into her quaint sitting room. She invited him to have a seat while she prepared tea. As he sat facing her old Hammond organ, the young minister noticed a cut-glass bowl sitting on top of the organ. The bowl was filled with water, and in the water floated, of all things, a condom! When she returned with tea and scones, they began to chat. The pastor tried to stifle his curiosity about the bowl of water and its strange floater, but soon it got the better of him and he could no longer resist. </p>
<p>&#8220;Miss Beatrice&#8221;, he said, &#8220;I wonder if you would tell me about this?&#8221; pointing to the bowl. </p>
<p>&#8220;Oh, yes,&#8221; she replied, &#8220;Isn&#8217;t it wonderful? I was walking through the park a few months ago and I found this little package on the ground. The directions said to place it on the organ, keep it wet and that it would prevent the spread of disease. Do you know I haven&#8217;t had the flu all winter.&#8221; </p>
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		<title>Sadness</title>
		<link>http://trdmf.com/brize/2007/12/19/sadness/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Dec 2007 21:33:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Living in the 21st Century</title>
		<link>http://trdmf.com/brize/2007/12/11/living-in-the-21st-century/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Dec 2007 16:12:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[YOU KNOW you are living in the 21st Century when&#8230; 
1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave. 
2. You haven&#8217;t played solitaire with real cards in years. 
3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 3.
4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>YOU KNOW you are living in the 21st Century when&#8230; </p>
<p>1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave. </p>
<p>2. You haven&#8217;t played solitaire with real cards in years. </p>
<p>3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 3.</p>
<p>4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you. </p>
<p>5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don&#8217;t have e-mail addresses. </p>
<p>6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to call people inside your home to help you carry in the groceries. </p>
<p>7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen. </p>
<p>8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn&#8217;t have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it. </p>
<p>10. You get up in the morning and go online before getting your coffee. </p>
<p>11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile.<br />
: ) </p>
<p>12. You&#8217;re reading this and nodding and laughing. </p>
<p>13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message because it reminded you of them. </p>
<p>14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list. </p>
<p>15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn&#8217;t a #9 on this list. </p>
<p>AND NOW YOU ARE </p>
<p>LAUGHING AT YOURSELF </p>
<p>Go on, forward this to your friends.</p>
<p>You know you want to.</p>
<p> <img src='http://trdmf.com/brize/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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