A Funny

[darsky]

Judge Gives 7-Year-Old Right To Decide

 

Toronto, Ontario (AP) - A seven-year old boy was at the center of a Toronto courtroom drama yesterday when he challenged a court ruling over who should have custody of him. The boy has a history of being beaten by his parents and the judge initially awarded custody to his aunt, in keeping with child custody law and regulation requiring that family unity be maintained to the highest degree possible. The boy surprised the court when he proclaimed that his aunt beat him more than his parents and he adamantly refused to live with her. When the judge then suggested that he live with his grandparents, the boy cried and said that they also beat him. After considering the remainder of the immediate family and learning that domestic violence was apparently a way of life among them, the judge took the unprecedented step of allowing the boy to propose who should have custody of him.

 

After two recesses to check legal references and confer with the child welfare officials, the judge granted temporary custody to the Toronto Maple leafs , whom the boy firmly believes are not capable of beating anyone.

[Gerritt]

Hahahahaha! Sad but true!

[Roy]

He could award the habs joint custody these days and the kid would still be safe, eh?

[darsky]

True. However-the Habs have a few comfort points under the belt. Leafs,well they don't

[capt bruce]

When I started reading this I thought HOW SAD for such a young child and than when I see they gave him to the leafs .... OH THE HORROR

[HTHM]

Got this from a friend.....

 

 

IRISH LOVE STORY

 

 

An elderly man lay dying in his bed. While suffering

the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma

of his favourite scones wafting up the stairs.

 

 

He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself

from the bed. Leaning on the wall, he slowly made his way

out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort, gripping the

railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs.

 

 

With laboured breath, he leaned against the

door-frame, gazing into the kitchen. Were it not for death's

agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven, for

there, spread out upon the kitchen table were

literally hundreds of his favourite scones.

 

 

Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his

devoted Irish wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left

this world a happy man?

 

 

 

Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself

towards the table, landing on his knees in rumpled posture.

His aged and withered hand trembled towards a scone at the

edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked by his wife

with a wooden spoon ......

.........

 

.........

 

" Don't touch!" she said, 'they're for the funeral.'

[diggyj]

Good one....LMAO