A man walks out to the street and catches a taxi just going by. He gets
into the taxi, and the cabbie says, "Perfect timing. You're just like
Frank."

Passenger: "Who?"

Cabbie: "Frank Feldman. He's a guy who did everything right all the time.
Like my coming along when you needed a cab, things happen like that to
Frank Feldman every single time."

Passenger: "There are always a few clouds over everybody."

Cabbie: "Not Frank Feldman. He was a terrific athlete.
He could have won the Grand Slam at tennis. He could golf with the pros. He
sang like an opera baritone and danced like a Broadway star and you should
have heard him play the piano. He was an amazing guy."

Passenger: "Sounds like he was something really special."

Cabbie: "There's more. He had a memory like a computer. He remembered
everybody's birthday. He knew all about wine, which foods to order and
which fork to eat them with. He could fix anything. Not like me. I change a
fuse,
and the whole street blacks out. But Frank Feldman, he could do everything
right."

Passenger: "Wow. Some guy then."

Cabbie: "He always knew the quickest way to go in traffic and avoid traffic
jams. Not like me, I always seem to get stuck in them.

But Frank, he never made a mistake, and he really knew how to treat a woman
and make her feel good. He would never answer her back even if she was in
the wrong; and his clothing was always immaculate, shoes highly polished
too. He was the perfect man!

He never made a mistake. No one could ever measure up to Frank Feldman."

Passenger: "An amazing fellow. How did you meet him?"

Cabbie: "Well, I never actually met Frank. He died. I'm married to his
****in' widow."

Steve wrote:
A man walks out to the street and catches a taxi just going by. He gets
into the taxi, and the cabbie says, "Perfect timing. You're just like
Frank."

Passenger: "Who?"

Cabbie: "Frank Feldman. He's a guy who did everything right all the time.
Like my coming along when you needed a cab, things happen like that to
Frank Feldman every single time."

Passenger: "There are always a few clouds over everybody."

Cabbie: "Not Frank Feldman. He was a terrific athlete.
He could have won the Grand Slam at tennis. He could golf with the pros. He
sang like an opera baritone and danced like a Broadway star and you should
have heard him play the piano. He was an amazing guy."

Passenger: "Sounds like he was something really special."

Cabbie: "There's more. He had a memory like a computer. He remembered
everybody's birthday. He knew all about wine, which foods to order and
which fork to eat them with. He could fix anything. Not like me. I change a
fuse,
and the whole street blacks out. But Frank Feldman, he could do everything
right."

Passenger: "Wow. Some guy then."

Cabbie: "He always knew the quickest way to go in traffic and avoid traffic
jams. Not like me, I always seem to get stuck in them.

But Frank, he never made a mistake, and he really knew how to treat a woman
and make her feel good. He would never answer her back even if she was in
the wrong; and his clothing was always immaculate, shoes highly polished
too. He was the perfect man!

He never made a mistake. No one could ever measure up to Frank Feldman."

Passenger: "An amazing fellow. How did you meet him?"

Cabbie: "Well, I never actually met Frank. He died. I'm married to his
****in' widow."




hehehe

On Jan 28, 9:23*pm, "Steve" wrote:
A man walks out to the street and catches a taxi just *going by. He gets
into the taxi, and the cabbie says, "Perfect timing. You're just like
Frank."

*Passenger: "Who?"

*Cabbie: "Frank Feldman. He's a guy who did everything *right all the time.
Like my coming along when you needed a *cab, *things happen like that to
Frank Feldman every single *time."

*Passenger: "There are always a few clouds over everybody."

Cabbie: "Not Frank Feldman. He was a terrific athlete.
He could have won the Grand Slam at tennis. He could golf *with the pros. He
sang like an opera baritone and *danced like a Broadway star and you should
have heard him play the piano. He was an amazing guy."

*Passenger: "Sounds like he was something really *special."

Cabbie: "There's more. He had a memory like a computer. He remembered
everybody's birthday. *He knew all about wine, which foods to order and
which fork to eat them with. He could fix anything. Not like me. I change a
fuse,
*and the whole street blacks out. But Frank Feldman, he could do everything
right."

*Passenger: "Wow. Some guy then."

*Cabbie: "He always knew the quickest way to go in traffic and avoid traffic
jams. Not like me, I always seem to get stuck in them.

But Frank, he never made a mistake, and he really knew how to treat a woman
and make her feel good. He would never answer *her back even if she was in
the wrong; and his clothing was always immaculate, shoes highly polished
too. He was the perfect man!

He never made a mistake. No one could ever measure up to Frank Feldman."

Passenger: "An amazing fellow. How did you meet him?"

Cabbie: "Well, I never actually met Frank. He died. I'm married to his
****in' widow."

Your wife is married to a faggot. Poor cow.

"Dave Smirkenberg" wrote in message
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Your wife is married to a faggot. Poor cow.

What the hell is wrong with you doug, and why do you no longer post with
your real name or call sign?