
you won’t be mad?
Mother: I promise.
Daughter: I’m pregnant.
you won’t be mad?
Mother: I promise.
Daughter: I’m pregnant.
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?”
A week went by, then a month, finally a year, when the two turtles said,”oh, come on, let’s eat the sandwiches.” Suddenly the little turtle popped up from behind a rock and said, “If you do, I won’t go!”
religions? “That does not matter, all good people end up here.”
Surprised, but intrigued the atheist looks around –
when one last question comes to his mind
“But where are all the Christians?”
“Well… all good people end up here.”
a moment, decided he’d settle for the offer and they agreed on it.
After about six weeks his father said, “Son, you’ve brought your grades
up and I’ve observed that you have been studying your Bible, but I’m disappointed you haven’t had your hair cut.”
The boy said, “You know, Dad, I’ve been thinking about that, and I’ve noticed in my
studies of the Bible that Samson had long hair, John the Baptist had long hair, Moses had long hair,
and there’s even strong evidence that Jesus had long hair.”
The father responded, “Did you also notice that they all walked everywhere they went?”
replied his wife. “Now you
know how I always feel.”
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When a baby is born, there is some blood stored in the placenta and umbilical cord of the child. This blood is called Cord Blood and it is collected to preserve for future use because it has stem cells. Stem cells are very efficient in treating hematopoietic and genetic disorders. These stem cells are the same as those cells which help in the development of baby’s organs, immune system, tissues etc while the baby is in mother’s womb. After the childbirth, the umbilical cord is cut and the cord blood is collected.
Cord blood is quite helpful in serving a lot of purposes. The stem cells present in it are very efficient in treating the following diseases:
The term ‘Cord Blood Banking’ refers to the utilization of the blood stored in the baby’s umbilical cord. Earlier this blood was not stored and rather it was thrown away. But now, the concept of ‘Cord Blood Banking’ is taking precedence where parents can ask their doctor to keep the Cord Blood of their new born to use the stem cells in it in near future. Parents wanting to store their baby’s cord blood are required to use a cord blood bank which is fully accredited by the American Association of Blood Banks (AABB) such as Viacord.
Cord blood is extremely rich in stem cells that can cure a lot of health disorders. Parents have the choice of storing the cord blood tissues for their own baby or for any family member or they can also choose to donate their child’s cord blood to an unrelated person. There are two types of ‘Cord Blood Banking’ techniques:
Public Cord Blood Banking | Free of cost | |
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Private Cord Blood Banking | $1400 to $2300 | |
Family Cord Blood Banking | $90 to $175 (Excluding processing fee) |
The cost of Cord Blood Banking varies from public to private cord blood banking. This is shown below:
Cord blood can be collected and stored in either public or private blood banks. If you wish to keep or donate your baby’s cord blood, you can talk to your doctor about it just 3 months before you are expected to deliver i.e. between 28th – 34th weeks of pregnancy, the decision should be made in order to avoid last minute hassle.
Yes off course, Cord Blood has such powerful stem cells as can be used for treating any ailing sibling, grandparents or great grandparents or even parents of the child. First and second degree relatives of the kid can use those stem cells and any other relative requires going through screening first in order to confirm to be a perfect match.
Like everything else, cord blood banking also have its own set of pros and cons. These are listed below:
The finest 10 centers in the United States known for providing the best Cord Blood Banking facilities are mentioned below:
Sr No | Company Name | Location |
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1 | Cryo – Cell | Oldsmar, Florida |
2 | Viacord | Cambridge, Massachusetts |
3 | Cord Blood Registry | San Bruno, California |
4 | LifebankUSA | Cedar Knolls, New Jersey |
5 | Family Cord | Los Angeles |
6 | Carolinas Cord Blood Bank | Duke University |
7 | StemCyte | Live Oak Avenue, Balwin Park |
8 | P. McCarthy Cord Stem Cell Bank | Detroit |
9 | Gencure | Texas |
10 | MD Anderson Cord Blood Bank | Houston |
with no questions asked, I’ll pay you $100, that’s all I have.”
The watchman agreed. After that, the man got into his car and left the cemetery in a hurry. He was confused and did not look where he was going and… Before he could realize what was happening, he knocked down another cop. He was even more confused – it’s not every day that you’re lucky enough to hit a cop twice. He needed to pull himself together and figure out what to do.
He came up with an unusually stupid plan: He drove back to the cemetery and quietly threw the second cop to the watchman while he was distracted.
The watchman finished burying the first one, turned around only to see the second cop. “WTF? I swear I buried it??”
Just down the road there was a police post near the cemetery. The cop notices that the same car had travelled back and forth to the cemetery and decided to check what was happening. He drove to the cemetery where the watchman just buried the second cop.
The officer asked him: “What’s going on here?” Only for the watchman hit him on the head with a shovel: “Will you just fucking stay buried?!”
Big thanks to /u/SephariusX and many others who helped improve the joke grammatically
The Egyptian man says, “No, not worth it.”
The stranger says, “Listen, these pills cost $10 each in the U.S. How can you say they’re not worth it?”
The Egyptian man says, “Oh, the pills are worth it my wife isn’t.”
Tony Stark fired up his Iron Man suit and blasted a hole through it.
When they got to the third barrier, Thor took out Mjolnir and bopped a hole in it.
Then they got to the fourth wall, and Deadpool said, “Am I supposed to be the punchline to this joke?”
They fought, and it was a bloody battle, but Thanos was mighty, and eventually took control of the gauntlet which housed the Stones.
As he shaped to snap his fingers, Thanos smiled, and slowly declared:
“I – am – inevitable.”
Nothing happened.
With a look of surprise and fear on his face, Thanos watched as the man in the red suit lifted his right hand, revealing the real Infinity Stones.
“And we – “, said the man in the red suit, “are…
… the Spanish Inquisition.”
And nobody, not even Thanos, expects the Spanish Inquisition.
and soon they are selling like something for which there ought to be a suitable simile when you’re telling a story about a bakery.
On the Wednesday he takes one look at the words “Danish Pastry day” on the rota and immediately bursts into song, turning out tray after tray of beautifully formed and succulent Danish pastries, and on Thursday the excited shriek of “Doughnut day! Yes!!!” heralds an eight-hour shift of doughnuts that God Himself would forgive the sins of a whole world for.
But on Friday:
“I don’t understand it,” says the disappointed supervisor to the master baker. “It’s his cake day and he’s made barely any effort at all.”
“Are my brothers and sisters here with me as well?”
And they too tell him that they are here.
So the old man lays back quietly, closes his eyes, and says,
“If everybody is here … why is the light on in the kitchen?”