Since more and more Seniors are texting and tweeting there appears to be a need for a STC (Senior Texting Code). If you qualify for Senior Discounts this is the code for you. | |
Please pass this on to your children and grandchildren so they can understand your texts. | |
ATD: | At The Doctor's |
BFF: | Best Friend Fainted |
BTW: | Bring The Wheelchair |
BYOT: | Bring Your Own Teeth |
CBM: | Covered By Medicare |
CGU: | Can't get up |
CUATSC: | See You At The |
DWI: | Driving While Incontinent |
FWB: | Friend With Beta Blockers |
FWIW: | Forgot Where I Was |
FYI: | Found Your Insulin |
GGPBL: | Gotta Go Pacemaker |
GHA: | Got Heartburn Again |
HGBM: | Had Good Bowel Movement |
IMHO: | Is My Hearing-Aid On? |
LMDO: | Laughing My Dentures Out |
LOL: | Living On Lipitor |
LWO: | |
OMMR: | On My Massage Recliner |
OMSG: | Oh My! Sorry Gas. |
ROFL... CGU: | Rolling On The Floor Laughing... And Can't Get Up |
TTYL: | Talk To You Louder |
WAITT: | Who Am I Talking To? |
WTFA: | Wet The Furniture Again |
WTP: | Where's The Prunes? |
WWNO: | |
GGLKI: | (Gotta Go Laxative Kicking In) |
A man worked in a post office. His job was to process all mail that had illegible addresses.
One day a letter came to his desk, addressed in shaky handwriting to God. He thought, "I better open this one and see what it's all about."
So he opened it and it read:
"Dear God, I am an 83 year old widow living on a very small pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had a hundred dollars in it which was all the money I had until my next pension cheque. Next Sunday is Mother's Day, and I had invited my last two friends over for dinner. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with. I have no family to turn to and you are my only hope. Can you please help me?"
The postal worker was touched, and went around showing the letter to all the others. Each of them dug into his wallet and came up with a few dollars. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected 96 dollars, which they put into an envelope and sent over to her.
The rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of the nice thing they had done. Mother's Day came and went, and a few days later came another letter from the old lady to God.
All the workers gathered around while the letter was opened.
It read:
"Dear God, How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me? Because of your generosity, I was able to fix a lovely dinner for my friends. We had a very nice day and I told my friends of your wonderful gift. By the way, there was 4 dollars missing. It was no doubt those thieving bastards at the post office!!!!!!”
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