If Workaholics Anonymous people do 90 meetings in 90 days, are they
still being compulsive workaholics?

Shouldn't 180 meetings in 90 days fix the problem?

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I saw a T-shirt today that said, "I do what the voices in my head
tell me to do." I laughed.  And then it occurred to me that if the
T-shirt was being worn by a Buchmanite, or a true-believer
Alcoholics Anonymous member, that it wasn't a joke.

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You believe in God. I believe in God, too. But I also believe in
Santa Claus, The Easter Bunny, and The Tooth Fairy, so I am obviously
more religious than you, and morally superior to you, because I
believe in a lot more supernatural stuff than you do.

Next, I'm going to come to believe that the world is flat, so I can
really be more religious than all of you.

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Some people have been spreading a nasty rumor about me, saying that I
have switched from worshipping Doorknob Almighty as my Higher Power,
to worshipping Divine Donut.  That isn't true at all. I don't do that.

I worship the hole in the donut. That's the real Holy Spirit.

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I like animals. They are just like people, except even stupider. 

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The A.A. people are always saying that their program is "Spiritual, not
Religious." 

Some people were asking, "What's the difference between religion and
spirituality?" 

The answer is simple: 
"The religious people meet in a church -- specifically, in the church main hall. 
"The A.A. 'spiritual' people meet down in the church basement, along with the
church mice."

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I just got wiped out in the stock market. The last couple of years have been a
real disaster. All of my investments are way down, sort of like the Titanic. My
retirement fund has turned into a two-week vacation. But even on Friday
afternoon, July 19, 2002, at the end of six of the worst weeks in the history of
Wall Street, my stock broker was gleefully yelling at me, "Keep Coming Back! It
Works!"

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