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So I hung upside down on the ceiling. My co-worker (who's blonde) asked me what I was doing. I told her that I was pretending To be a light bulb so that the Boss would think I was "CRAZY" and give me A Few days off.

A few minutes later the Boss came into the office and asked "What are you Doing?" I told him I was a light bulb.

He said, "You are clearly stressed out. Go home and recuperate for a couple of days." I jumped down and walked out of the office.

When my co-worker (the blonde) followed me, the Boss asked her "and where do you think you're going?"

(You're gonna love this.....)

She said, "I'm going home too, I can't work in the dark."
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On the second day, she had the movers come and pack her things.

On the third day, she sat down for the last time at their beautiful dining room table by candlelight, put on some soft background music, and feasted on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviar, and a bottle of chardonnay.

When she had finished, she went into each room and stuffed half-eaten shrimp shells dipped in caviar, into the hollow of all of the curtain rods. Then she left.

When the husband returned with his new girlfriend, all was bliss for the first few days.

Then slowly, the house began to smell. They tried everything: cleaning, mopping, and airing the place out. Vents were checked for dead rodents, and carpets were steam cleaned, air fresheners were hung everywhere. Exterminators were brought in to set off gas canisters, during which they had to move out for a few days, and in the end they even paid to replace the expensive wool carpeting.

Nothing worked. People stopped coming over to visit. Repairmen refused to work in the house. The maid quit. Finally, they could not take the stench any longer and decided to move.

A month later, even though they had cut their price in half, they could not find a buyer for their stinky house. Eventually, even the local realtors refused to return their calls. Finally, they had to borrow a huge sum of money from the bank to purchase a new place.

The ex-wife called the man, and asked how things were going. He told her the saga of the rotting house. She listened politely, and said that she missed her old home terribly, and would be willing to reduce her divorce settlement in exchange for getting the house back.

Knowing his ex-wife had no idea how bad the smell was, he agreed on a price that was about 1/10th of what the house had been worth, but only if she were to sign the papers that very day. She agreed, and within the hour his lawyers delivered the paperwork.

A week later the m...]]> http://forums.amugonline.org/index.php?action=post;topic=729.0 Fri, 10 Nov 2006 14:19:38 GMT http://forums.amugonline.org/index.php?topic=729.msg2549#msg2549