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Unusual Funeral
Greetings workers of the world! It's time for the Joke(s) of Month. I just re-send the best joke(s) and interesting information that I gather from people all over the globe. Then I add my original drawings to give it a personal touch. Although I try to get the "latest" and "greatest" jokes and interesting information, some weeks there just aren't any "great" ones. It is my hope that something in this page will make you a little bit wiser and a little bit happier.

If this is your first time to visit, welcome to a new and (hopefully) entertaining addiction!

[These jokes come from Raoul's regular weekly email blast hence the name -- Raoul's TGIF joke. Raoul doesn't update the website anymore but he still send out his emails. The only way you can get the latest jokes of the week is by subscribing.]

Unusual Funeral
sent by Jojo of Manila, Philipines

A man was leaving a convenience store with his morning coffee when he noticed a most unusual funeral procession approaching the nearby cemetery. A long black hearse was followed by a second long black hearse about 50 feet behind the first one. Behind the second hearse was a solitary man walking a dog on a leash. Behind him, a short distance back, were about 200 men walking single file.

The man couldn't stand the curiosity. He respectfully approached the man walking the dog and said, "I am so sorry for your loss, and this may be a bad time to disturb you, but I've never seen a funeral like this. Whose funeral is it?"

"My wife's."

"What happened to her?"

The man replied, "My dog attacked and killed her."

He inquired further, "But who is in the second hearse?"

The man answered, "My mother-in-law. She was trying to help my wife when the dog turned on her."

A poignant and thoughtful moment of silence passed between the two men.

"Can I borrow the dog?"

The man replied, "Get in line."

Bank Robbery
sent by Mike of New York, NYC

A guy robs a bank and takes hostages. In the course of the robbery his mask slips off. He asks one of the hostages, “Did you see my face?”

The hostage answers yes, and the robber shoots him.

Then the robber turns to the second hostage. “Did you see my face?”

“No, but my wife did ...”

New Wine for Seniors
sent by Shag of New York, NYC

California vintners, in the Napa Valley area, which primarily produces Pinot Blanc, Pinot Noir and Pinot Grigio wines, have developed a new hybrid grape that acts as an anti-diuretic.

It is expected to reduce the number of trips older people have to make to the bathroom during the night.

The new wine will be marketed as...


(Psssst! If they ask, tell them you heard it through the grapevine."

First Telephone
Special Feature: Poignant Story
sent by Mike of New York City

This isn't a joke but it still is worth sharing with you. -- Raoul

When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighbor hood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.

Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was 'Information Please' and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time.

My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy.

I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. 'Information, please' I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.


'I hurt my finger...' I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.

'Isn't your mother home?' came the question.

'Nobody's home but me,' I blubbered.

'Are you bleeding?' the voice asked.

'No,' I replied. 'I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts.' 'Can you open the icebox?' she asked.

I said I could.

'Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger,' said the voice.

After that, I called 'Information Please' for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.

Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called, Information Please,' and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, 'Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?'

She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, 'Wayne always remember that there are other worlds to sing in.'

Somehow I felt better.

Another day I was on the telephone, 'Information Please.'

'Information,' said in the now familiar voice. 'How do I spell fix?' I asked.

All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much. 'Information Please' belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me.

Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.

A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle . I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown Operator and said, 'Information Please.'

Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well. 'Information.'

I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, 'Could you please tell me how to spell fix?'

There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, 'I guess your finger must have healed by now.'

I laughed, 'So it's really you,' I said. 'I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?'

I wonder,' she said, 'if you know how much your call meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls.'

I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.

'Please do', she said. 'Just ask for Sally.'

Three months later I was back in Seattle . A different voice answered.

'Information.' I asked for Sally.

'Are you a friend?' she said.

'Yes, a very old friend,' I answered.

'I'm sorry to have to tell you this,' she said. 'Sally had been working part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago.'

Before I could hang up she said, 'Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne ?' 'Yes.' I answered.

'Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you.' The note said, 'Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean.'

I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

Never underestimate the impression you may make on others.

Whose life have you touched today? Why not pass this on? I just did ....

Lifting you on eagle's wings. May you find the joy and peace you long for.

ife is a journey ... NOT a guided tour. So don't miss the ride and have a great time going around. You don't get a second shot at it.

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From Otto of Monrovia - Dear raoul, I loved the parking videos. My wife loved the laughing baby. We were both touched by the "First Telephone". Of course, my wife cried at the end. She just finished a rough assignment; the people who hired her were thankless but the ones who appreciated her were the ones she ended up helping the most.

From Dette of Arizona - Loved that "first telephone" story and forwarded it asap to my "Good Looking Girls" group. That phrase, "remember, there are other worlds to sing in"... will always stick with me. It can mean so many things ... like if one is discouraged, or disappointed, or just plain missing someone who left this world. Always, it will mean to me, God's way of reminding us He will be there for us.

From Ann of Irvine (?), CA - Thank you Raoul. I really enjoy TGIF each week. The parking videos are amazing. The beer and curlers joke and drawing were funny, and the Information Please story is a winner.

From Rick of Chino Hills - Thanks took me 5 days to get to your TGIF, but enjoyable as always.

From Sarah of Los Angeles, CA - LOVED the little Beatle! A star in the making.

From Sang of Delaware (a new Mom) - Hope you had a good week. By God's Grace I had a pretty good week as I got a small project. The good part is I can work from home. I'm really amazed by your talent. Jokes are more good with your illustrations.

Ed Boitano's travel blog/review
Three Musical Pilgrimages: Mozart, Grieg and Hendrix

Troldhaugen Villa in Bergen, Norway
Johann Chrysostom Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (1756 - 1791) could read and compose music, plus play the violin and piano, when he was five years old. Born into a musical family in Salzburg, Austria (then the Holy Roman Empire), he had a unique ability for imitating music, which first became evident when he recited a musical piece by simply observing his father conducting a lesson to his older sister. This led to a childhood on the road, where the young prodigy performed before many of the royal courts of Europe.

Go There

Tom Weber's travel blog/review
Treasures of Ireland: The Irish Goodbye (Dispatch #20)

Irish sunset

The Palladian Traveler brings to a close his 20-part series on the Emerald Isle from an upscale restaurant in downtown Dublin where he files his final dispatch and then quietly slips away.

Go There

John Clayton's travel blog/review
Two "MUST SEE" Truly Spectacular Places in Europe. Here's Why.

Culzean Castle, Scotland
The Han Grotto and Culzean Castle. As the name of my Traveling Boy feature is "Travel With a Difference," it's important to me to always bring you offbeat and unusual tourist places around the world you may not know about. These two fit that category to a T, and they're absolutely worth a visit. One's in Scotland and one's in Belgium. Culzean (pronounced CULLANE) Castle is located near Maybole, Carrick, on the Ayrshire coast of Scotland.

go there

Ringo Boitano's travel blog/review
Highway 49 Revisited: Exploring California's Gold Country

aurora borealis lights up the night sky near Fairbanks
In the 1840s, the population of California was only 14,000, but by 1850 more than 100,000 settlers and adventurers had arrived from all over the world – and they came for one reason: gold. James Marshall had discovered the first gold nugget at Sutter’s Mill in El Dorado County, creating the largest gold rush in history.

go there

Eric Anderson's travel blog/review
Lake Charles’ Family-Size Low-Key Mardi Gras

dressed-up for the Mardi Gras
The Southwest Louisiana Mardi Gras in Lake Charles, the second largest in Louisiana, does not need parents there to avert their children’s eyes. This is family entertainment and children are very much part of it. The main office of the Lake Charles CVB has costumes from last year’s Mardi Gras but it also has figures to fascinate little ones from country boys fishing for their dinner to alligators who have already fed and are rubbing their stomachs.

go there

Fyllis Hockman's travel blog/review
Puerto Vallarta: Magic and Mayhem on the Malecon

Cedar Hill, Washington DC
So I heard that you could spend from dawn to dusk on the Malecon in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico and never get bored and I thought, "Okay, I'm up for that challenge." Well, maybe not the dawn part – I'm not a morning person – so I had no problem leaving those early hours to the joggers and those seeking an early start to catch their red snapper for dinner.

Go There

Deb Roskamp's travel photo blog
Tahiti and Her Islands


Just their names (pronounce each vowel!) conjure up romantic images: Tahiti Nui, Moorea, Bora Bora, Huahine, Ra'iatea, Taha'a. Her people are gentle; the air, tiare-perfumed. Warm lagoons, majestic peaks, tropical fruits from the land and bounty from the sea all tantalize the senses. Paradise! As near as can be found on planet earth. And, in my experience, the finest way to explore her is on a ship designed for that single purpose.

go there

Gary Singh's travel blog/review
Monte Verità: In the Footsteps of Anarchy

Chiara's Rainbow, Monte Verita, Switzerland
Just as I reach the end of a squiggling, multicolored path, an acorn plummets from an oak tree above me. It lands at my feet, just as the path culminates at a mandala of Venetian glass, eight feet in diameter. On the worn-out front lawn of Monte Verità, the Mountain of Truth, this path, Chiara's Rainbow, evolves through the colors of the spectrum – red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and finally violet – before arriving at the mosaic mandala where psychic energies supposedly prevail. The falling acorn brings me to the present moment.

go there

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Videos of the Month:

Why AARP Sells Insurance
sent by Debbie of Temple City, CA

I know some of you can't find humor in videos where people get hurt. Ever since my basketball injury last year, I've been cringing at videos of this sort. This video certainly has some of those moments but for the most part I was amazed at these senior daredevils.

I assume that whoever took these videos shared them because it brought them fond memories of their wacky loved ones. Enjoy!
Click here.

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Sheep Shooting Reflex
sent by Sylvia of Virginia

For the life of me, I can't find the email where I got this link. I looked into all the "usual suspects" but to no avail. So if you remember sending me this link, (only one person sent me this) please let me know so I can give you proper credit.

This game is totally adicting. I had to pry my fingers off the mouse to move on to life.

Don't do this with the boss around!
Click here.

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Lemon Wedge Warning: No Joke!
sent by Dave of NYC

Thanks to Dave of New York for sending this startling news about this health hazzard. This really hits home because my wife always orders lemon wedges with her glass of water. Wait 'til she sees this!
Click here.

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Why Buy Expensive Toys?
sent by Mindy of La Crescenta, CA

This has got to be one of the cutest video clips I have ever seen. Why buy expensive toys when a simple newspaper will do?

His father was having as much fun as the little tyke. Ah ... how you wish these guys will never grow up.

Thanks for sharing your home video to the world Papa.
Click here.

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Super Parking
sent by Charles of South Pasadena, CA

I have been blessed with a very clean driving record. All the accidents I've ever had were fender benders. Charles sent these videos of "alternative" ways of parking. In a million years I would never be able to ... or even attempt what these daredevils do in this specialized arena of car parking. Quite fascinating. Click on the images.

(send me your links to your favorite videos and it may be our video of the month)

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