A store that sells new husbands has just opened in New York City, where women may go to choose a husband.
Among the instructions at the enterance is a description of how the store operates. You may visit the store ONLY ONCE! There are 6 floors and the attributes of the men increase as the shopper ascends the stairs.
There is, howver, a catch; you may choose a man fron any floor, or you may choose to go up a floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building!
So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband. On the first floor the sign on the door read: Floor 1 - these men have jobs.

The second floor sign reads: Floor 2 - these men have jobs and love kids.

The third floor sign reads: Floor 3 - these men have jobs, love kids and are extremely good looking. "Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.

She goes to the forth floor and the sign reads: Floor 4 - these men have jobs, love kids, are drop dead good looking and help with the housework. "Oh, mercy me!" she exclaims, "I can hardly stand it!"

Still she goes to the fifth floor and the sign reads: Floor 5 - these men have jobs, love kids, are drop-dead goreous, help with teh housework and have a strong romantic streak. She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor and the sign reads: Floor 6 - you are visitor 31,456,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store.


The Wife store

A new wives store opened across the street. The first floor has women that love sex. The second floor has women that love sex and have money. The third through sixth floors have never been visited.

the battle for revision has pushed the army of personal freedom to the edge of the capital. with only 3 days before the first exam things look bleak but hope is not lost and the people pray, for only what they have honestly learned before revision can save them now....

Hello. My name is none of your business. I am suffering from seven rare and deadly diseases, poor scores on final exams fear of being mauled by squirrels, and guilt for not forwarding out 50 billion chain letters sent to me by people who actually believe that if you send them on, then that poor six year old girl in Arkansas with a potato growing out of her forehead will be able to raise enough money to have it removed before her red neck parents sell her off to the travelling freak show.

Do you honestly believe that Bill Gates is going to give you and everyone you send "his" email to, one thousand dollars? How stupid are you!? OOOOH, looky here! If I scroll down this page and make a wish I will meet the guy (or girl) of my dreams tomorrow! What a bunch of junk. So basically, this message is directed to all the people out there who have nothing better to do than send me stupid chain mail forwards.

Maybe the evil letter leprechauns will come into my house and write "I'm a moron" on my forehead in permanent marker in my sleep for not continuing the chain, which was started by a knight of the round table, and was brought to this country by midget pilgrims on the Mayflower and if it makes it to the year 2000 it'll be in the Guinness Book of World Records for the longest continuous streak of blatant stupidity.

If you're going to forward something, at least send me something mildly amusing. I've seen all the "Send this to 50 of your closest friends, and this poor, wretched excuse or a human being will somehow receive a nickel from some omniscient being" forwards about 90 times. It's getting old. Show a little intelligence and think about what you’re actually contributing to by sending out forwards. Chances are it’s your own unpopularity.