Question: How many legs are present in bus?

There are 5 houses in 5 different colors. In each house lives a person
with a different nationality.
The 5 owners drink a type of beverage, smoke a certain brand of cigar,
and keep a certain pet. No owners have the same pet, smoke the same
brand of cigar, or drink the same beverage.
Question: Who owns the fish?

Hints:
The Brit lives in the red house.
The Swede keeps dogs as pets.
The Dane drinks tea.
The green house is on the left of the white house.
The green homeowner drinks coffee.
The person who smokes Pall Mall rears birds.
The owner of the yellow house smokes Dunhill.
The man living in the center house drinks milk.
The Norwegian lives in the first house.
The man who smokes Blend lives next to the one who keeps cats.
The man who keeps the horse lives next to the man who smokes Dunhill.
The owner who smokes Bluemaster drinks beer.
The German smokes prince.
The Norwegian lives next to the blue house.
The man who smokes Blend has a neighbor who drinks water.

What  I Want in a Man  (age  6)
1. Yuck!  I don’t want a man

What  I Want in a Man  (age  12)
1. Cute cute cute!!

What  I Want in a Man  (age  14)
1. Cute!!
2. Popular in school!
3. Good in sports

What  I Want in a Man  (age  16)
1. Good looking
2. Hot Car
2. Nice
3. Fun!!

What  I Want in a Man  (age  24)
1. Handsome
2. Charming
3. Financially successful
4. A caring  listener
5. Witty
6. In good shape
7. Dresses with style
8. Appreciates finer things
9. Full of thoughtful surprises

What  I Want in a Man, Revised List (age  32)
1. Nice looking
2. Opens car doors, holds  chairs
3. Has enough money for a nice  dinner
4. Listens more than  talks
5. Laughs at my jokes
6. Carries bags of groceries with ease
7. Owns at least one tie
8. Appreciates a  good home-cooked meal
9. Remembers  birthdays and anniversaries

What  I Want in a Man, Revised List (age  42)
1. Not too ugly
2. Doesn’t  drive off until I’m in the car
3. Works steady – splurges on dinner out  occasionally
4. Nods head when I’m talking
5. Usually remembers  punch lines of jokes
6. Is in good enough shape to rearrange the  furniture
7. Wears a shirt that covers his stomach
8. Knows not  to buy champagne with screw-top lids
9. Remembers to put the toilet seat  down
10. Shaves most  weekends

What  I Want in a Man,    Revised List (age  52)
1. Keeps hair in nose and ears  trimmed
2. Doesn’t belch or  scratch in public
3. Doesn’t  borrow money too often
4. Doesn’t  nod off to sleep when I’m venting
5. Doesn’t re-tell the same joke too many  times
6. Is in good enough shape  to get off the couch on weekends
7. Usually wears matching socks and fresh  underwear
8. Appreciates a good  TV dinner
9. Remembers your name  on occasion
10. Shaves some weekends

What  I Want in a Man,     Revised List (age  62)
1. Doesn’t scare small children
2. Remembers where bathroom is
3. Doesn’t require much money for upkeep
4. Only snores lightly  when asleep
5. Remembers why he’s laughing
6. Is in good enough  shape to stand up by himself
7. Usually wears some clothes
8. Likes soft foods
9. Remembers where he left his teeth
10. Remembers that it’s the weekend

What I Want in a Man,    Revised List (age  72)
1. Breathing.
2. Doesn’t miss the toilet.

AFTER  BEING MARRIED FOR 44 YEARS, I TOOK A CAREFUL  LOOK AT MY WIFE ONE  DAY  AND SAID, “Darling, 44 YEARS AGO WE HAD A CHEAP  APARTMENT, A CHEAP  CAR,  SLEPT ON A SOFA BED AND WATCHED A 10-INCH BLACK  AND WHITE TV, BUT I GOT  TO SLEEP EVERY NIGHT WITH A HOT 25-YEAR-OLD  GIRL.
NOW  I HAVE A $500,000..00 HOME, A $45,000..00 CAR,  NICE BIG BED AND PLASMA SCREEN  TV, BUT I’M SLEEPING WITH A 65-YEAR-OLD WOMAN.  IT SEEMS TO ME THAT  YOU’RE NOT HOLDING UP YOUR SIDE OF  THINGS.”

MY  WIFE IS A VERY REASONABLE WOMAN.  SHE TOLD ME TO  GO OUT AND FIND A HOT 25-YEAR-OLD  GAL, AND SHE WOULD MAKE SURE THAT I WOULD ONCE  AGAIN BE LIVING  IN A CHEAP APARTMENT, DRIVING A CHEAP CAR,  SLEEPING ON A SOFA BED AND  WATCHING A 10-INCH BLACK AND WHITE  TV.
AREN’T  OLDER WOMEN GREAT?  THEY REALLY KNOW HOW TO SOLVE  YOUR MID-LIFE  CRISIS

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One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.

His bed was next to the room’s only window.

The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end.

They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..

Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and colour of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.

Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every colour and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man could not hear the band – he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days, weeks and months passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.

She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.

It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’

An interesting expose on life and the iterwining of lives. Focus on the fears that separate and divide us... But in fact, we're all the same...

Researchers Answer: When should I ask her out?

Women’s behavior towards men or sexual interest across the menstrual cycle have been studied previously. For first time, researchers in France have tried to find the change in women’s receptivity to an explicit courtship solicitation across different phases of the menstrual cycle.

Several studies have shown that during the fertile phase of the menstrual cycle – women show greater preference for facial masculinity, taller men, men expressing dominant behavior, male voice pitch, olfactory cues about body symmetry etc. Researchers term this as the “rose-tinted-spectacle” effect.

It is also found that during the fertile phase, women are more prone to fantasizing about having sexual intercourse with a man other than their current partner, their overall interest and thoughts about sex peaked, they dress more provocatively, their frequency of intercourse was very high at ovulation & declined abruptly thereafter and women initiated sexual activity peaked during ovulation.

However no research was conducted to directly test the receptivity of women to courtship applications, across different stages of the menstrual cycle.

A group of researchers selected three nightclubs in France where lots of young females visited. The clubs played two sessions (10 to 15 mins) of slow & romantic songs to encourage flirting and encounters. The researchers recruited 3 young men who were selected by a test of physical attractiveness rated by 20 young women.

The 3 men only knew that they were role-playing for a study, but not exactly the details of the study.

They had to use standard phrases like “Hello, My name’s Antoine. Do you want to dance?” (research suggest this as the common formula at nightclubs) and when refused “Too bad. Maybe another time?” When the slow song sessions start, the 3 men get into the crowd and court women (who are alone, with no partners of either sex). Upon rejection, they move about 3 meters away for the next participant.

Three meters was enough distance to have the women not get suspicious about the three men approaching all women, due to the loud noise in the club. Irrespective of acceptance or rejection of the courtship application, a female researcher approached the participant informing about the study and inviting for a survey, which asked several questions including relationship status and days since the first day of the current menstrual cycle.

AskOutOf the 161 women who qualified 32 were in their menstrual (1 to 5) days, 51 were in their fertile (6 to 14) days and 78 were in their luteal (15 to 28) days. With regards to rejection or acceptance, 58% of women in their fertile days accepted as compared to 34% in menstrual days and 39% in luteal days.

Further statistical analysis clearly demonstrated that the phase of the menstrual cycle had significant impact on accepting or rejecting the courtship application. However there is no understanding of whether the phase of the menstrual cycle influenced going to the nightclub.

Men, watch for those days and strike it!

Via: http://www.scitechbits.com/2009/08/24/researchers-answer-when-should-i-ask-her-out/

Some may even despise you for having something they can’t seem to attain. Many don’t feel deserving of such “pleasures”.

PAIN is something that everyone can relate to…

Your family, friends, and acquaintances try to remind you of who you were.

In fact, they expect it. The uneasiness grows as you question yourself, your identity, and the meaning…

A brand new roll of toilet paper is so full, so clean and pure. It can be used for an infinite number of things. But as it gets used, you notice it becoming thinner and thinner, and the pace appears to accelerate until there’s no more… At the end, all you’re left with is a brown skeleton of its former self…

Death is always painful, sad, and lonely. Why is human death so similar in kind? Happy in youth, so much potential, powerful in our prime, weak in our old age, pitiful and diseased at the tail end of our lives… sadly holding on to the last days of our lives hooked up to a machine, our minds faintly intelligent, our hearts barely thumping, our senses hardly conscious…

Blessed is the man who can die in dignity, who dies at the top of their game. Living well is always our main concern. ‘Dying well’, now that’s an idea.