A Man Sat in the Pub

two blocks away after all.
After an exhausting crawl he had finally managed to crawl up
the steps to the door and somehow unlock the door.

Once inside, and with great effort having locked the door
again, he decided he would get a telling off from the misses
if he woke her by coming up the stairs and lay on the couch.

Next morning he was woken up by the misses, who was clearly
furious: “Have you been drinking all day again?” She hissed.
The man said:” ‘course not darling.”

She got angrier and said: “ don’t lie! The bar called… you forgot
your wheelchair there again!”

What are the Behavior of a Confident Person?

  What are the behaviors of a confident person?

    They don’t show off
    They can say no without any explanation
    Reacts same for a compliment and criticism
    Least bothered about what others think
    Emotionally balanced
    They are not afraid to take any challenge.
    Ready to take calculated risks
    They don’t fight for rights, they know how to get them.
  Usually they are not tensed, because they know how to get the things done.
    They feel less insecurity
    They don’t compare with others
    They know there is a solution for every problem
    They stand straight
    They treat Janitors and rich same way

Women Asked for Rome Road Trip Hairstyle

little place over on Rome’s Tiber River called Teste.” “Don’t go any further. I know that place.
Everybody thinks it’s going to be something special and exclusive, but it’s really a dump.”
“We’re going to go to see the Vatican and maybe get to see the Pope.” “That’s rich,” laughed the hairdresser.

“You and a million other people trying to see him. He’ll look the size of an ant. Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of yours.
ou’re going to need it. “

A month later, the woman came in for a hairdo. The hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome.
“It was wonderful,” explained the woman, “not only were we on time in one of Continental’s brand new planes,
but it was overbooked, and they bumped us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful,
and I had a handsome 28-year-old steward who waited on us hand and foot. And the hotel was great!
They’d just finished a $5 million remodeling job, and now it’s a jewel, the finest hotel in the city.

They, too, were overbooked, so they apologized and gave us the owner’s suite at no extra charge!”.
“Well,” muttered the hairdresser, “that’s all well and good, but I know you didn’t get to see the Pope.”

“Actually, we were quite lucky, because as we toured the Vatican, a Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder,
and explained that the Pope likes to meet some of the visitors, and if we’d be so kind as to step into his
private room and wait, the Pope would personally greet us. Sure enough, five minutes later, the Pope walked

through the door and shook my hand! I knelt down and he spoke a few words to me.”
“Oh, really! What’d he say?”
He said: “Who fucked up your hair?”