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Once my wife and I had to take a flight that had 4 other stops before arriving at the Dallas-Forth Worth Airport. At the first stop, a little white truck drove up to the plane and my wife watched it pull up to the wing. She asked, "What's that truck doing?"

I explained that some airlines don't completely fuel up a plane for various reasons & we were taking on more fuel. This process was repeated at the next three stops, and my wife watched the plane being fueled each time.

At the last stop, I said, "Ya know, in spite of all these delays, we're making pretty good time."

My wife pointed out the window and said, "I don't know. That lil' white truck is keeping up with us.

My sister has the courage--but not always the skills--to tackle any home-repair project.

For example, in her garage are pieces of a lawnmower she once tried to fix. So I wasn't surprised the day my other sister, Dianne, and I found our sister attacking her vacuum cleaner with a screwdriver.

"I can't get this thing to cooperate," she explained when she saw us.

"Why don't you drag it out to the garage and show it the lawnmower?" Dianne suggested.

A chicken crosses the road. Here's how some of the media covers it.

Here's our trusty NBC camera crew, on the trail of heartwarming sports news for "Inside Stuff." Today's topic: Young chicks cross the road.

Geraldo Rivera: Stay tuned as a panel of chickens reveals the shocking truth.

Andy Rooney I could have said "Didja ever wonder why it is that the chicken crossed the road, and which road it was?" But I didn't. I did ask some turkeys, however, and this is what they said...

Gene Siskel: I don't know why it crossed the road, but I loved it. Thumbs up!

Roger Ebert: I disagree. The whole thing left the audience wondering; the chicken's crossing the road was never clearly explained and the chicken didn't emote very well. It couldn't even speak English! Thumbs down!

Ed Sullivan: It was the talk of the town.

New York Times Editorial Board: She should be awarded the pullet surprise.

A church had a man in the choir who couldn't sing.  Several people hinted to him that he could serve in other places, but he continued to come to the choir.  The choir director became desperate and went to the pastor.

"You've got to get that man out of the choir," he said.  "If you don't, I'm going to resign.  The choir members are going to quit too.  Please do something."

So the pastor went to the man and suggested, "Perhaps you should leave the choir."

"Why should I get out of the choir?" he asked.

"Well, five or six people have told me you can't sing."

That's nothing," the man snorted.  "Fifty people have told me that you can't preach!"