When those at the top of the corporate ladder look down, all they see is shit!
When those at the bottom of the corporate ladder look up, all they see are assholes!

Bruce works in Rumford and commutes everyday from Andover over through Roxbury Notch. He woke up yesterday not feeling very good and it was his birthday. He went downstairs hoping his wife might be pleasant and at least wish him a happy birthday. He was thinking to himself, “I wonder if she just might have a little present or something for my birthday?”

She merely grunted when he entered the room and so Bruce thought that perhaps when the kids came down from upstairs they will at least remember and wish him a happy birthday. It didn’t happen. The kids were in and out, off to school before Bruce could even say a word.

Feeling depressed and mumbling something about marriage sucks and kids are a pain, he grabbed his gear and headed to work.

Sullenly, with his head banging on his chest, he entered the office. His secretary, Agnes, said, “Well, good morning sunshine and by the way, happy birthday!”

That seemed to lift Bruce’s spirits a little thinking that at least someone was nice and remembered his birthday.

Bruce worked until around 1 o’clock still a bit down in the dumps. Agnes came in all smiles and acting a bit, well, let’s say feisty, for her. She says, “Hey Boss! It’s such a beautiful day outside and it is your birthday and all. What do you say we go to lunch? Just the two of us?”

That seemed to brighten Bruce’s spirits considerably and so he agreed. Certainly Bruce had been to lunch before with Agnes but this time she insisted they go someplace “different” and ended up in a quaint little, romantic kind of a cafe down near the river looking out across at the paper mill. Agnes asked the waiter for a private kind of booth. Perhaps even a booth with a view of the effluent from the mill.

Bruce was becoming a bit overcome with all the attention and wasn’t sure if he was reading Agnes correctly. They ordered drinks before something to eat and began talking. Soon they ordered another round of drinks. They ate their meals while sipping a third drink. Bruce paid the tab and they headed home.

They had barely gotten in the car and headed out when Agnes says, “Bruce, it’s an absolutely beautiful day and it is your birthday. Do we really have to go back to the office right away?”

Bruce could feel his internal temperature beginning to rise. He answered, “Well, I guess not. Did you have something in mind you wanted to do?”

“Let’s go to my place,” she responded. “It’s just around the corner from here.”

Bruce was clearly flustered but getting quite excited about the prospects that might lay before him. They arrived at Agnes’ apartment and she looked a Bruce with a very sexy, sultry look and in a soft voice said, “I’m going to step into the bedroom for just a minute and I’ll be right back.”

Bruce about popped a cork!

Agnes reappeared from the bedroom moments later carrying a very large birthday cake. She was followed closely behind by his wife, three kids, about a dozen co-workers, and tons of other friends and family all singing happy birthday.

Bruce just sat there on the couch. NAKED!

That would be Harley Davidson, the motorcycle!

You see this here fella was riding by the Rumford Zoo one day on his Harley Davidson motorcycle. He glances over in the direction of the zoo and sees a young girl standing in front of the lions cage and reaching her arm inside the bars toward the lion. Quicker ‘n you could say, “Gol dang it!”, that lion grabbed that little girl’s arm and a regulation tug-o-war commenced.

The biker dude went into a half slide, done a 180 and came back to help. The girl’s parents were in shock and could only stand and scream as the biker jumped from his bike and ran as fast as he could to help the girl. He ran to the cage and faster ‘n bear eatin’ hornets could shake his head, that biker dude reached through the cage and busted that lion smack square in the nose.

The lion released his grip on the girl and staggered back a step, giving the biker enough time to yank the girl out away from the lion.

The Harley rider passed the girl back over to her parents who fell all over themselves thanking the leather clad dude.

As fate would have it, there happened to a newspaper reporter right nearby who opted to stand back and gawk rather than pitch in and help. The reporter came over to the biker and said, “That was one of the bravest things I’ve ever seen any human being do!”

“Awe, shucks!” said the biker dude. “It was nothing.”

The reporter, being that his first care was getting a front page story, told the biker that he was going to write about this in the paper and would like some information. So he says to the Harley rider, “What’s your name, what do you do for work and being that the times we live in are trying, everyone will want to know if you have any political preference one way or another.”

The biker replied, “Well, my name is Bill and I’m a United States Marine. It just so happens that I’m a proud republican as well.”

The next day, when the Rumford Times comes out, the story made the front page. The headline read: “U.S. Marine Assaults African Immigrant, Steals His Lunch!”

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Arthur Crumpler was running for the Maine Legislature. Andover is one of the small Maine towns in his district and so he thought it would be a great opportunity to visit the Olde Home Days festivities and do some campaigning. He also brought along his dog Balducci and his favorite old dog house; he named it the Bland House.

What Crumpler didn’t realize was that when the citizens of Andover go to the Olde Home Days, they bring all the family members and that might also include a few pet chickens.

Crumpler was most noted for being a shiester and being such he thought he’d best fit in as a politician. He set up a table on the common and placed his dog, Balducci, and his dog house next to him.

As you can see from the video (not a pretty sight. I’m warning you!) Balducci learned from his master the art of seducing a citizen into voting for him. As you will see his tactics are subtle at first, almost playful. You get distracted some but eventually you start to think maybe this will be alright. The next thing you know, you’ve been pulled aside and harsher tactics are being used to convince you of your vote.

But as is most often the case in politics, once you figure out what happened, it’s too late. You’ve been screwed.

GM (Government Motors) is proud to introduce the car of the future, the brand new 2011 Obummer.

This car runs on hot air, bull-shit and broken promises. It has three wheels that speed the vehicle through tight left turns.

Notice the side teleprompters; computer programmed to provide you all the right words to say when being pulled over by the police.

You may see one of these beauties, a product of wealth sharing and government controlled industry, in the Andover Olde Home Days parade.

Otis spends many long, arduous hours minding other people’s business. He hangs out on the Andover Town Common, in front of Mills’ Market, Fox’s Barbershop, sometimes at Marston’s Garage and a host of other places most people don’t want him around. During all this time, very little ever happens. When it does, it usually musters a decent story.

Dr. Twaddle, now about 88 years old but still practicing, had an office set up just beyond the Ellis River Bridge. Been there for going on 33 years and finally one day the old Doc decided he just couldn’t make a living any longer with this office in Andover. He decided to move to Rumford where the action was.

On moving day, Doc Twaddle got some help moving things. His grand niece showed up in her swank little Mercedes to help. She filled the trunk and back seat with items and thought some of heading out for Rumford, when she decided she could quite easily place the full body skeleton the old Doc used for years in the seat next to her in the car.

Fearing the skeleton might tip over or fall forward in a sudden stop, the niece wedged one arm of the skeleton in beside the seat and door and the other arm up over the back of the seat, assuming that would be enough.

She headed out of town and when she got down to the four-way stop in the center of town, Otis was standing on the corner and quite consumed by the notion that there was a strange car in town. He peered hard at the car as it approached.

When the car pulled up beside him at the stop sign, the skeleton was on the same side and quite clearly visible. Otis stared.

The niece began to fluster a bit but instead of just driving on, she opted instead to roll down the window on the skeleton’s side and began to explain to Otis what she was doing.

“I know this might look funny but I’m taking him to the doctor’s office in Rumford,” she reported.

Otis stood up erect for a moment, grabbed his suspender straps, leaned forward again and said, “I don’t know how to tell you this lady, but I think your a little late.”