R. Butler, Inc.
West County Road 1400 North
Carbon, Indiana 47837
I would like to thank everyone who sent cards.
e-mails, and flowers at the passing of my father. This is the first time that I
have been sitting on the other side of the table, and I have always respected
and have believed in the importance of what all of you do. With that being said
I would also like to thank each of you for choosing to be funeral directors.
I hope to see all of you at the Indiana Funeral
Directors Convention at Lucas Oil Stadium on June 8 and 9 2010.
We will have a brand new Lincoln Eagle Ultimate funeral coach.
We will also have an available unit that you can take home at the end of
Butler Coach NEEDS your trade-in so this may be the
time to trade for a new Eagle funeral coach or nice pre-owned vehicle.
Right now take advantage of Cadillac and Lincoln rebates of $2,500.00 and
$2,750.00 respectively, this combined with factory discounts this might be the
perfect time for a new Eagle Funeral Coach.
If it is time just give us a call at 1-800-876-0857.
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Cadillac Eagle Kingsley
Traded for not in
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Best blonde joke you'll ever read!
sisters, one blonde and
one brunette, inherit the family ranch..
Unfortunately, after just a few years, they are in financial trouble.
In order to keep the bank from repossessing the ranch, they need to purchase a bull so that they can breed their own stock.
Upon leaving, the brunette tells her sister, 'When I get there, if I decide to buy the bull, I'll contact you to drive out after me and haul it home.'
The brunette arrives at the man's ranch, inspects the bull, and decides she wants to buy it.
The man tells her that he will sell it for $599, no less.
After paying him, she drives to the nearest town to send her sister a telegram to tell her the news.
She walks into the telegraph office, and says, 'I want to send a telegram to my sister telling her that I've bought a bull for our ranch.
I need her to hitch the trailer to our pickup truck and drive out here so we can haul it home.'
The telegraph operator explains that he'll be glad to help her, then adds, it will cost 99 cents a word.
Well, after paying for the bull, the brunette realizes that she'll only be able to send her sister one word.
After a few minutes of thinking, she nods and says, 'I want you to send her the word 'comfortable.'
The operator shakes his head. 'How is she ever going to know that you want her to hitch the trailer to your pickup truck and drive out here to haul that bull back to your ranch if you send her just the word
The brunette explains, 'My sister's blonde. The word is big.
She'll read it very slowly.... 'com-for-da-bul.
The Irish Farmer
A man owned a small farm in Ireland.
The Irish Internal Revenue determined he was not paying proper wages
to his staff and sent an investigator out to interview him.
"I need a list of your employees and how much you pay them!" demanded the investigator.
"Well," replied the farmer, "there's my farm hand who's been with me for three years. I pay him $200 a week plus free room and board.
"The cook has been here for 18 months, and I pay her $150 per week plus free room and board."
"Then there's the halfwit. He works about 18 hours every day and does about 90% of all the work around here. He makes about $10 a week. He pays his own room and board, and I buy him a bottle of whiskey every Saturday night. He also sleeps with my wife occasionally."
"That's the guy I want to talk to ...the halfwit!" said the agent.
"That would be me," replied the farmer.
I was in the pub yesterday when I
suddenly realized I desperately needed to fart. The music was really,
really loud, so I timed my farts with the beat.
a couple of songs, I started to feel better. I finished my drink and
noticed that everybody was staring at me.
Then I suddenly remembered that I was listening to my iPod.
A contestant, Sally, on "Who Wants to be a Millionaire?" had reached the final plateau. If she answered the next question correctly, she would win $1,000,000. If she answered incorrectly, she would pocket only the $25,000 milestone money.
And as she suspected the Million Dollar Question was no pushover. It was,
"Which of the following species of birds does not build its own nest, but instead lays its eggs in the nests of other birds?
A) the condor
B) the buzzard
C) the cuckoo
D) the vulture"
The woman was on the spot. She did not know the answer. She had used up her 50/50 Lifeline and her Ask the Audience Lifeline. All that remained was her Phone-a-Friend Lifeline. She hoped she would not have to use it because her friend was, well ...... a blonde. But she had no alternative. She called her friend and gave her the question and the four choices.
The blonde responded unhesitatingly: "That's easy. The answer is C: the Cuckoo."
The contestant had to make a decision and make it fast. She considered employing a reverse strategy and giving any answer except the one that her friend had given her. And considering her friend was a blonde that would seem to be the logical thing to do. But her friend had responded with such confidence, such certitude, that the contestant could not help but be convinced.
Crossing her fingers, the contestant said, "C: The cuckoo."
"Is that your final answer?"
"Yes, that is my final answer."
"That answer is absolutely correct! You are a millionaire!"
Three days later, the contestant hosted a party for her family and friends, including the blonde who had helped her win the million dollars.
I just do not know how
to thank you," said the
did you happen to know the right
come on," said the
blonde. "Everybody knows that
cuckoos don't build nests. They live in clocks."
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A papa mole, a mama mole, and a baby mole, all live
in a little mole hole.
One day, papa mole sticks his head
out of the hole, sniffs the air and said,
' Yum! I smell maple syrup!'
The mama mole sticks her head out of the hole, sniffs the air and said, 'Oh, Yum! I smell honey!'
Now baby mole is trying to stick his head
out of the hole to sniff the air, but can't
because the bigger moles are in the way.
This makes him whine, 'Geez, all I can smell is....