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The Revenoor, a most discerning and astute gentleman from out west, sent
this one on the question of having a bad day...

The next time you feel that nobody loves you, no one cares, or that
no one ever notices you, think of this guy:

In a hospital's Intensive Care Unit, patients always died in the same bed, on
Sunday morning, at about 11:00 am, regardless of their medical condition.
This puzzled the doctors and some even thought it had something to do with
the supernatural.

No one could solve the mystery as to why the deaths always occurred around
11:00 AM Sunday, so a worldwide team of experts was assembled to investigate
the cause of the incidents. The next Sunday morning, a few minutes before
11:00 AM all of the doctors and nurses nervously waited outside the ward to
see for themselves s what the terrible phenomenon was all about. Some were
holding wooden crosses, prayer books, and other holy objects to ward off the
evil spirits

Just when the clock struck 11:00, Fernando Rodriguez, the part-time Sunday
sweeper, entered the ward and unplugged the life support system so he could
use the vacuum cleaner.

Still Having a Bad Day?

The average cost of rehabilitating a seal after the Exxon Valdez Oil spill in Alaska
was $80,000.00. At a special ceremony, two of the most expensively saved seals
were being released back into the wild amid cheers and applause from onlookers.
A minute later, in full view, a killer whale ate them both.

Still think you are having a Bad Day?

A woman came home to find her husband in the kitchen shaking frantically, almost
in a dancing frenzy, with some kind of wire running from his waist towards the
electric kettle. Intending to jolt him away from the deadly current, she ran outside
and grabbed a handy plank of wood and smacked him with it, breaking his arm in
two places. Up to that moment, he had been happily listening to his iPod.

Are You OK Now? - No?

Two animal rights defenders were protesting the cruelty of sending pigs to a
slaughterhouse in Bonn, Germany. Suddenly, all two thousand pigs broke loose
and escaped through a broken fence, stampeding madly. The two helpless
protesters were trampled to death.

What? STILL having a Bad Day?

Iraqi terrorist Khay Rahnajet didn't pay enough postage on a letter bomb. It
came back with Return to Sender stamped on it. Forgetting it was the bomb;
he opened it and was blown to bits. God is good!
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