This is pretty much a dumping ground for all of my older jokes, the ones I've recently added can be found at the main jokes page.

Hsu and Chan, video game designers!

BTW, some of these jokes are sexual in nature, and a lot of them might be considered offensive in some way or another, so consider yourself warned.


Features of a Windows Car
In the news: Microsoft announced that BMW's new 7-Series sedan would use Windows CE software to run its in-dash control computer, and that several other automakers would soon unveil Windows CE-powered systems for future vehicles.
New York Driving Rules

Advantages of Stalking Over Real Relationships

Think Before You Speak
Yes, the following is all true. It happened on live TV.

Pat Glenn - Weightlifting Commentator:
"This is Gregoriava from Bulgaria. I saw her snatch this morning and it was amazing."

Ted Walsh - Horse Racing Commentator:
"This is really a lovely horse, I rode her mother once."

"Jane" - News Anchor in Michigan:
The day after it was supposed to have snowed and didn't, she turned to the weatherman and asked: "So Bob, where's that 8 inches you promised me last night?"

Greg Norman:
"I owe a lot to my parents, especially my mother and father."

Alan Minter:
"Sure there have been injuries and deaths in boxing, but none of them serious."

Terry Venables:
"If history repeats itself, I should think we can expect the same thing again."

Ron Atkinson:
"He dribbles a lot and the opposition doesn't like it, you can see it all over their faces."

Harry Carpenter - BBC TV Boat Race 1977:
"Ah, isn't that nice, the wife of the Cambridge president is kissing the cox of the Oxford crew."

Metro Radio:
"Julian Dicks is everywhere. It's like they've got eleven Dicks on the field."

David Coleman at the Montreal Olympics:
"There goes Juantorena down the back straight, opening his legs and showing his class."

US TV Commentator:
"One of the reasons Arnie [Arnold Palmer] is playing so well is that, before each tee-shot, his wife takes out his balls and kisses them."


How To Clean Your Mouse
This memo is from an unnamed computer company. It went to all field engineers about a computer peripheral problem. The author of this memo was quite serious, but the engineers rolled on the floor:

"Mouse balls are now available as FRU (Field Replacement Unit). Therefore, if a mouse fails to operate or should it perform erratically, it may need a ball replacement. Because of the delicate nature of this procedure, replacement of mouse balls should only be attempted by properly trained personnel.

"Before proceeding, determine the type of mouse balls by examining the underside of the mouse. Domestic balls will be larger and harder than foreign balls. Ball removal procedures differ depending upon the manufacturer of the mouse. Foreign balls can be replaced using the pop-off method. Domestic balls are replaced by using the twist-off method. Mouse balls are not usually static-sensitive. However, excessive handling can result in sudden discharge.

"Upon completion of ball replacement, the mouse may be used immediately. It is recommended that each replacer have a pair of spare balls for maintaining optimum customer satisfaction. Any customer missing his balls should suspect local personnel of removing these necessary items."


A Kiss and a Slap
A young Technician and his General Manager board a train headed through the mountains on its way to Wichita. They can find no place to sit except for two seats right across the aisle from a young woman and her grandmother.

After a while, it is obvious that the young woman and the young tech are interested in each because they are giving each other "looks." Soon the train passes into a tunnel and it is pitch black. There is a sound of the smack of a kiss followed by the sound of the smack of a slap. When the train emerges from the tunnel, the four sit there without saying a word.

The grandmother is thinking to herself: "It was very brash for that young man to kiss my granddaughter, but I'm glad she slapped him." The General manager is setting there thinking: "I didn't know the young tech was brave enough to kiss the girl, but I sure wish she hadn't missed him when she slapped and hit me!" The young woman was sitting and thinking: "I'm glad the guy kissed me, but I wish my grandmother had not slapped him!" The young tech sat there with a satisfied smile on his face. He thought to himself: "Life at Boeing is good. How often does a guy have the chance to kiss a beautiful girl and slap his General manager all at the same time!!!!!


The Newest Federal Agency
Almost 150 years ago, President Lincoln found it necessary to hire a private investigator - Mr. Alan Pinkerton. He was actually the beginning of the Secret Service.

Since that time federal police authority has grown to a large number of agencies - FBI, CIA, INS, IRS, DEA, BATF, SS, ATF, etc.

Now Congress is considering a proposal for another agency: The "Federal Air Transportation Airport Security Service."

Can't you see it now? The new service in their black uniforms with their initials in large white letters across their backs?

FATASS


Why We Can't "Just Be Friends"
Most of us who've survived a break-up have heard the infamous refrain, "Let's just be friends." Looking back, we've have compiled a variety of reasons why "just being friends" just can't be.
Bad Suspense Novel Metaphors or Similies

This Year's Darwin Awards
You all know about the Darwin Awards - It's an annual honor given to the person who did the gene pool the biggest service by killing themselves in the most extraordinarily stupid way. Last year's winner was the fellow who was killed by a Coke machine which toppled over on top of him as he was attempting to tip a free soda out of it. And the nominees are:

9. A young Canadian man, searching for a way of getting drunk cheaply, because he had no money with which to buy alcohol, mixed gasoline with milk. Not surprisingly, this concoction made him ill, and he vomited into the fireplace in his house. This resulting explosion and fire burned his house down, killing both him and his sister.

8. A 34-year-old white male found dead in the basement of his home died of suffocation, according to police. He was approximately 6'2" tall and weighed 225 pounds. He was wearing a pleated skirt, white bra, black and white saddle shoes, and a woman's wig. It appeared that he was trying to create a schoolgirl's uniform look. He was also wearing a military gas mask that had the filter canister removed and a rubber hose attached in its place. The other end of the hose was connected to a one end of a hollow wooden tube approx. 12" long and 3" in diameter. The tube's other end was inserted into his rectum for reasons unknown, and was the cause of his suffocation. Police found the task of explaining the circumstances of his death to his family very awkward.

7. Three Brazilian men were flying in a light aircraft at low altitude when another plane approached. It appears that they decided to moon the occupants of the other plane, but lost control of their own aircraft and crashed. They were all found dead in the wreckage with their pants around their ankles.

6. A police officer in Ohio responded to a 911 call. She had no details before arriving, except that someone had reported that his father was not breathing. Upon arrival, the officer found the man face down on the couch naked. When she rolled him over to check for a pulse and to start CPR, she noticed burn marks around his genitals. After the ambulance arrived and removed the man - who was declared dead on arrival at the hospital - the police made a closer inspection of the couch, and noticed that the man had made a hole between the cushions. Upon flipping the couch over, they covered what had caused his death. Apparently, the man had a habit of putting his penis between the cushions, down into the hole and between two electrical sanders (with the sandpaper removed, for obvious reasons). According to the story, after his orgasm the discharge shorted out one of the sanders, electrocuting him.

5. A 27-year-old French woman lost control of her car on a highway near Marseilles and crashed into a tree, seriously injuring her passenger and killing herself. As a commonplace road accident, this would not have qualified for a Darwin nomination, were it not for the fact that the driver's attention had been distracted by her Tamagotchi key ring, which had started urgently beeping for food as she drove along. In an attempt to press the correct buttons to save the Tamagotchi's life, the woman lost her own.

4. A 22-year-old Reston, VA, man was found dead after he tried to use octopus straps to bungee jump off a 70-foot railroad trestle. Fairfax County police said Eric Barcia, a fast-food worker, taped a bunch of these straps together, wrapped an end around one foot, anchored the other end to the trestle at Lake Eccotink Park, jumped and hit the pavement. Warren Carmichael, a police spokesman, said investigators think Barcia was alone because his car was found nearby. "The length of the cord that he had assembled was greater than the distance between the trestle and the ground," Carmichael said. Police say the apparent cause of death was "Major trauma."

3. A man in Alabama died from rattlesnake bites. It seems that he and a friend were playing a game of catch, using the rattlesnake as a ball. The friend - no doubt a future Darwin Awards candidate - was hospitalized.

2. Employees in a medium-sized warehouse in west Texas noticed the smell of a gas leak. Sensibly, management evacuated the building extinguishing all potential sources of ignition; lights, power, etc. After the building had been evacuated, two technicians from the gas company were dispatched. Upon entering the building, they found they had difficulty navigating in the dark. To their frustration, none of the lights worked. Witnesses later described the sight of one of the technicians reaching into his pocket and retrieving an object that resembled a cigarette lighter. Upon operation of the lighter like object, the gas in the warehouse exploded, sending pieces of it up to three miles away. Nothing was found of the technicians, but the lighter was virtually untouched by the explosion. The technician suspected of causing the blast had never been thought of as 'bright' by his peers.

And the winner....

The Arizona Highway Patrol came upon a pile of smoldering metal embedded into the side of a cliff rising above the road at the apex of a curve. The wreckage resembled the site of an airplane crash, but it was a car. The type of car was unidentifiable at the scene. The lab finally figured out what it was and what had happened. It seems that a guy had somehow gotten hold of a JATO unit (Jet Assisted Take Off - actually a solid fuel rocket) that is used to give heavy military transport planes an extra "push" for taking off from short airfields. He had driven his Chevy Impala out into the desert and found a long and straight stretch of road. Then he attached the JATO unit to his car, jumped in, got up some speed and fired off the JATO! The facts as best as could be determined are that the operator of the 1967 Impala hit the JATO ignition at a distance of approximately 3.0 miles from the crash site. This was established by the prominent scorched and melted asphalt at that location. The JATO, if operating properly, would have reached maximum thrust within 5 seconds, causing the Chevy to reach speeds well in excess of 350 mph and continuing at full power for an additional 20-25 seconds. The driver, and soon to be pilot, most likely would have experienced G-forces usually reserved for dog fighting F-14 jocks under full afterburners, causing him to become insignificant the remainder of the event. However, the automobile remained on the straight highway for about 2.5 miles (15-20 seconds) before the driver applied and completely melted the brakes, blowing the tires and leaving thick rubber marks on the road surface, then becoming airborne for an additional 1.4 miles and impacting the cliff face at a height of 125 feet leaving a blackened crater 3 feet deep in the rock. Most of the driver's remains were not recoverable; however, small fragments of bone, teeth and hair were extracted from the crater and fingernail and bone shards were removed from a piece of debris believed to be a portion of the steering wheel.

Epilogue: It has been calculated that this moron nearly reached Mach I, attaining a ground speed of approximately 420 mph.

A late nominee for this years Darwin Award.... from the Orlando Sentinel > Based on a bet by the other members of his threesome, Everitt > Sanchez tried to wash his own "balls" in a ball washer at the local golf > course. Proving once again that beer and testosterone are a bad mix, > Sanchez managed to straddle the ball washer and dangle his scrotum in > the machine. Much to his dismay, one of his buddies up'd the ante by > spinning the crank on the machine with Sanchez's scrotum in place, thus > wedging them solidly in the mechanism. Sanchez, who immediately passed >his > threshold of pain, collapsed and tumbled from his perch. Unfortunately >for >Sanchez, > the height of the ball washer was more than a foot higher off the ground > than his testicles are in a normal stance, and the scrotum was the >weakest >link. > Sanchez's scrotum was ripped open during the fall, and one testicle was > plucked from him forever and remained in the ball washer, while the other >testicle was compressed and flattened as it was pulled between the housing of the washer, and the rotating machinery inside. To add insult to injury, Sanchez broke a new $300.00 driver that he had just purchased from the pro shop, and was using to balance himself. Sanchez was rushed to the hospital for surgery, and the remaining threesome were asked to leave the course.


Australian Military Helicopter Simulation
This is supposedly a true story from a recent Defence Science Lectures Series, as related by the head of the Australian DSTO's Land Operations/Simulation division.

They've been working on some really nifty virtual reality simulators, the case in point being to incorporate Armed Reconnaissance Helicopters into exercises (from the data fusion point of view). Most of the people they employ on this sort of thing are ex- (or future) computer game programmers. Anyway, as part of the reality parameters, they include things like trees and animals. For the Australian simulation they included kangaroos. In particular, they had to model kangaroo movements and reactions to helicopters (since hordes of disturbed kangaroos might well give away a helicopter's position).

Being good programmers, they just stole some code (which was originally used to model infantry detachments reactions under the same stimuli), and changed the mapped icon, the speed parameters, etc. The first time they've gone to demonstrate this to some visiting Americans, the hotshot pilots have decided to get "down and dirty" with the virtual kangaroos. So, they buzz them, and watch them scatter. The visiting Americans nod appreciatively... then gape as the kangaroos duck around a hill, and launch about two dozen Stinger missiles at the hapless helicopter. Programmers look rather embarrassed at forgetting to remove that part of the infantry coding... and Americans leave muttering comments about not wanting to mess with the Aussie wildlife!

As an addendum, simulator pilots from that point onwards avoided kangaroos like the plague, just like they were meant to do in the first place.


How To Keep the IT Guy Happy

You Might Be a Stoner If...

Actual Resume Bloopers
"Personal: I'm married with 9 children. I don't require prescription drugs."

"I am extremely loyal to my present firm, so please don't let them know of my immediate availability."

"Qualifications: I am a man filled with passion and integrity, and I can act on short notice. I'm a class act and do not come cheap."

"I intentionally omitted my salary history. I've made money and lost money. I've been rich and I've been poor. I prefer being rich."

"Note: Please don't misconstrue my 14 jobs as 'job-hopping'. I have never quit a job."

"Number of dependents: 40."

"Marital Status: Often. Children: Various."

"Here are my qualifications for you to overlook."

Reasons For Leaving Last Job:

"Responsibility makes me nervous."

"They insisted that all employees get to work by 8:45 every morning. Couldn't work under those conditions."

"Was met with a string of broken promises and lies, as well as cockroaches."

"I was working for my mom until she decided to move."

"The company made me a scapegoat - just like my three previous employers."

Special Requests and Job Activities:

"Please call me after 5:30 because I am self-employed and my employer does not know I am looking for another job."

"My goal is to be a meteorologist. But since I have no training in meteorology, I suppose I should try stock brokerage."

"I procrastinate - especially when the task is unpleasant."


Guide To Our New Cabinet Positions
Capitalizing on widespread public approval of his new Cabinet-level Office of Homeland Security, President Bush has announced his intention to fill other holes in the government in similar fashion. Many citizens have been left confused by the rapidly expanding federal bureaucracy, so we have combed the nation's newspapers and public records to provide a detailed description of our new government agencies.

First on his executive wish list is a coordinating authority to oversee the production of patriotic textiles. "It's been sad to see the great nation stumble in producing the caps, T-shirts, and flags needed to adequatedely respond to the events of September 11th," the president said. "The new Department of Patriotic Textiles will mobilize our patriotic textile capabilities and see to it that we never again need to turn to the Chinese in our time of need."

The president appointed his mother, Barbara Bush, as the first leader of the new department. "She's one hell of a knitter," says Bush advisor Karl Rove.

In a show of bi-partisanship that has reigned since the terrorist attacks on New York and Washington, Bush is also acting on a request from Representative Richard Gephardt: the immediate formation of a new Office of Airline Philanthropy. Gephardt, standing at Bush's side, said "I'm pleased to be here to take part in the nomination of US Airways CEO Rakesh Gangwal, under whose leadership, the Office of Airline Philanthropy will ensure than no airline, no matter how poorly run, will fail."

Also proposed are a new Department of Alarmism, and an Office for Historical Simplification. The two cabinet agencies will work together closely, the Office for Historical Simplification boiling down complex histories to black-and-white slogans, and the Department of Alarmism acting on misinterpretations of those slogans to scare citizens witless at least twice a week by suggesting further terrorist attacks.

"I sincerely hope that we will be able to more efficiently keep the American people in a state of nervous panic," said Attorney General John Ashcroft. Ashcroft has been criticized by pro-alarmists for his performance over the past month. He claims that he'd have been able to make more outrageous, vague comments regarding the possible deaths of thousands of people if he hadn't had his hands full with a criminal investigation. "I am ready to work with the new Secretary, whomever that may be, to produce truly terrifying and unsubstantial waves of alarmism."

Not everybody in Washington agrees that the new Cabinet positions are a good idea. "The appointment of Pennsylvania Governor Tom Ridge to lead the new Office of Homeland Security seemed an isolated exception to the president's disdain for increasing the size of government. I agreed with him. But now, well, I'm not sure where he gets off," Senate Majority Leader Tom Daschle said on Meet the Press. "His proposal for a 'Ministry of Truth' is sure to upsetting to my constituents."

The Ministry of Truth, if created, would work hand-in-hand with the Office for Double-Standard Clarification. According to White House spokesman Ari Fleischer, "Claims such as 'Air Force One was a target' need credible and demonstrable proof if they are to be made. That's where the Ministry of Truth comes in; this executive body will be responsible for finding—or fabricating—the evidence to back up bogus claims of White House spokesmen and presidential advisors. 90% approval is something worth preserving, folks."

The Office of Double-Standard Clarification will be responsible for explaining and dismissing apparent contradictions such as the US seeking alliance with Pakistan and Iran in the war against terrorist-supporting nations. As we went to press, few details were available as to whether any qualified candidates have been born yet.


The President's Test
The LAPD, The FBI, and the CIA are all trying to prove that they are the best at apprehending criminals. The President decides to give them a test. He releases a rabbit into a forest and each of them has to catch.

The CIA goes in. They place animal informants throughout the forest. They question all plant and mineral witnesses. After three months of extensive investigations they conclude that rabbits do not exist.

The FBI goes in. After two weeks with no leads they burn the forest, killing everything in it, including the rabbit, and they make no apologies. The rabbit had it coming.

The LAPD goes in. They come out two hours later with a badly beaten bear. The bear is yelling: "Okay! Okay! I'm a rabbit! I'm a rabbit!


Little-Known Rules of Driving

If Santa Answered His Mail Honestly
Dear Santa, I really really want a puppy this year. Please please please PLEASE PLEASE could I have one? Timmy

Timmy, That whiney begging shit may work with your folks, but that crap doesn't work with me. You're getting a sweater again. Santa

Dear Santa I wud like a kool toy space ranjur fer Xmas. Iv ben a gud boy all yeer. Yer Frend, BiLLy

Dear Billy, Nice spelling. You're on your way to a career in lawn care. How about I send you a f *** ing book so you can learn to read and write? I'm giving your older brother the space ranger. At least HE can spell! Santa

Dear Santa, I have been a good girl all year, and the only thing I ask for is peace and joy in the world for everybody! Love, Sarah

Dear Sarah, Your parents smoked pot when they had you, didn't they? Santa

Dear Santa, I don't know if you can do this, but for Christmas, I'd like for my mommy and daddy to get back together. Please see what you can do. Love, Teddy

Dear Teddy, Look, your dad's banging the babysitter like a screen door in a hurricane. Do you think he's gonna give that up to come back to your frigid mom, who rides his ass constantly? It's time to give up that dream. Let me get you some nice Legos instead. Santa


Features of the Snoop Caddy
Rapper Snoop Dogg is in talks with Cadillac to issue a line of cars called the "Snoop Deville."
Things You'd Love to Say (But Don't Dare)

Notice of Revocation of Independence
To the citizens of the United States of America,

In the light of your failure to elect a President of the USA and thus to govern yourselves, we hereby give notice of the revocation of your independence, effective today. Her Sovereign Majesty Queen Elizabeth II will resume monarchial duties over all states, commonwealths and other territories. Except Utah, which she does not fancy. Your new prime minister (The rt. hon. Tony Blair, MP for the 97.85% of you who have until now been unaware that there is a world outside your borders) will appoint a minister for America without the need for further elections. Congress and the Senate will be disbanded. A questionnaire will be circulated next year to determine whether any of you noticed. To aid in the transition to a British Crown Dependency, the following rules are introduced with immediate effect:

Thank you for your cooperation.
Smart Stock Market Investing
In these times of economic uncertainty, investing wisely is more important than ever. Here are some tips to help you improve your portfolio:


Secrets from Reagan/Bush Communications Dubya Doesn't Want You to Know
Long ago, Congress passed the Presidential Records Act, requiring all non-confidential Presidential communications be released to the public 12 years after their term ends. Bush Jr. recently passed an executive order that hamstrings this act; now, both the sitting president and ex-president must agree to this release. Hmm. Wonder if this has anything to do with the fact that his father was the vice-president then, and lots of Dubya's staff had positions in the Reagan/Bush administration...naah, coincidence.
Murphey's Laws of War

Actual Al Gore and George W. Bush Quotes
Al Gore Quotes: Geroge W. Bush Quotes:
The Cunt Stretcher
A cop pulls a motorist over using a radar gun and asks the motorist, "Buddy, do have any God dam idea how fast you were going?" The man replied, "No sir, you have the radar gun, you tell me." "You were going 70 mph in a 55 mph zone! You're gonna now have to pay a huge fine and look at you, it looks like you haven't had a job in years. You look like a bum!"

The motorist the replied, "Why I have a great job! I'm a cunt stretcher." "A WHAT?" the cop asked. "I'm a cunt stretcher" the man said. "I first put my finger inside a woman's cunt and then I put another in, then another, then my whole hand, then both hands, until eventually she has a six foot cunt."

The cop looked aghast. "What the HELL is a person gonna do with a six foot cunt, boy?" The motorist then replied, "Give him a radar gun and hide him behind a billboard."


Hot Holiday Season Dolls

L5R Lightbulb Jokes

Drinks and Personalities
Seven New York City bartenders were asked if they could nail a woman's personality based on what she drinks. Though interviewed separately, they concurred on almost all counts.

Drink: Beer
Personality: Casual, low maintainage, down to earth.
Your approach: Challenege her to a game of pool.

Drink: Blender drinks
Personality: Flakey, whiney, annoying, a pain in the butt.
Your approach: Avoid her, unless you want to be her cabin boy.

Drink: Mixed drinks
Personality: Older, more refined, high maintenance, very picky, knows exactly what she wants.
Your approach: You won't have to approach her; if she's interested she'll send you a drink.

Drink: Wine (does not include White Zinfandel, see below)
Personality: Conservative and classy, sophisticated yet giggles.
Your approach: Tell her you love to travel and spend quiet evenings with friends.

Drink: White Zinfandel
Personality: Easy, thinks she is classy and sophisticated, but actually has no clue.
Your approach: Make her feel smarter than she is; this should be an easy target.

Drink: Shots
Personality: Likes to hang with frat-boy pals and is looking to get totally drunk... and naked.
Your approach: Easiest hit in the joint. You have been blessed this evening. Nothing to do but wait. However, be careful not to make her mad!

Then there is the male addendum. The deal with guys is, as always, very simple and clear cut:

Domestic beer: He's poor and wants to get laid.
Imported beer: He likes good beer and want to get laid.
Wine: He's hoping that the wine thing will give him a sophisticated image to help him get laid.
Whiskey: He doesn't give a hoot about anything but getting laid.
Tequila: He is thinking he has a chance with the toothless waitress.
White Zinfandel: He's gay (and looking to get laid).


Lines You'll Never See in a Romance Novel

Short Stories of the Truely Moronic
Will the real dummy please stand up?

AT&T fired President John Walter after nine months, saying he lacked intellectual leadership." He received a $26 million severance package. Perhaps it's not Walter who's lacking intelligence.

With a little help from our friends!

Police in Oakland, California spent two hours attempting to subdue a gunman who had barricaded himself inside his home. After firing ten tear gas canisters, officers discovered that the man was standing beside them, shouting, "Please come out and give yourself up!"

What was Plan B?

An Illinois man pretending to have a gun kidnapped a motorist and forced him to drive to two different automated teller machines. The kidnapper then proceeded to withdraw money from his own bank accounts.

These nitwits are teaching our children?

A 9-year-old boy in Manassas, Virginia received a one-day suspension under his elementary school's drug policy last week - for Certs! Joey Hoeffer allegedly told a classmate that the mints would make him "jump higher."

-and-

A student in Belle, West Virginia was suspended for three days for giving a classmate a cough drop. School principal Forest Mann reiterated the school's "zero-tolerance" policy (not to be confused with the "zero-intelligence" policy).

Some days, it just doesn't help to gnaw through the leather straps.

Fire investigators on Maui have determined the cause of a blaze that destroyed a $127,000 home last month - a short in the homeowner's newly installed fire prevention alarm system. "This is even worse than last year," said the distraught homeowner, "when someone broke in and stole my new security system."

The getaway!

A man walked in to a Topeka, Kansas Kwik Shop, and asked for all the money in the cash drawer. Apparently the take was too small, so he tied up the store clerk and worked the counter himself for three hours until police showed up and grabbed him.

Too well educated?

In Medford, Oregon, a 27-year-old jobless man with an MBA blamed his college degree for his murder of three people. "There are too many business grads out there," he said. "If I had chosen another field, all this may not have happened."

Did I say that?

Police in Los Angeles had good luck with a robbery suspect who just couldn't control himself during a lineup. When detectives asked each man in the lineup to repeat the words, "Give me all your money or I'll shoot," the man shouted, "That's not what I said!"

Ouch, that smarts!

A bank robber in Virginia Beach got a nasty surprise when a dye pack designed to mark stolen money exploded in his Fruit-of-the- Looms. The robber apparently stuffed the loot down the front of his pants as he was running out the door. "He was seen hopping and jumping around," said police spokesman Mike Carey, "with an explosion taking place inside his pants." Police have the man's charred trousers in custody.

Are we communicating?

A man spoke frantically into the phone, "My wife is pregnant and her contractions are only two minutes apart!" "Is this her first child?" the doctor asked. "No, you idiot!" the man shouted. "This is her husband!"

Not the sharpest knife in the drawer!

In Modesto, CA, Steven Richard King was arrested for trying to hold up a Bank of America branch without a weapon. King used a thumb and a finger to simulate a gun, but unfortunately, he failed to keep his hand in his pocket.


The Nose-Picking Glossery

Handy Uses For a Homeland Security Force
Debate continues to rage in Capitol Hill over just what it is the Homeland Security Director is supposed to do and what his powers in government will be. Many are speaking of a separate Homeland Security Force, which has many righties believing this is the army of federal jackbooted gun-abductors that Charlton Heston has been warning them about. But such a force would have its good points...
Polititians Say the Darndest Things

BB
A married man keeps telling his wife "Honey, you have such a beautiful butt".

Every person in the town agrees that she does have a very beautiful butt.

The man's birthday is coming up, so she decides to take a trip to the tattoo parlor and get the words -- "Beautiful Butt", tattooed on her butt. She walks in and tells the tattoo artist her husband thinks she has a beautiful butt.

He looks and says, "You do have a beautiful butt".

She then tells the man she wants "Beautiful Butt" tattooed on her cheeks.

The man tells her "I can't fit that on your butt, it takes up too much space. But I tell you what, I will tattoo the letter B on each cheek and that can stand for "Beautiful Butt."

She agrees and gets it done.

On the man's birthday she hears him come home and she is only wearing a robe. She then stands at the top of the stairs. He opens the door and she says "Look honey." She then takes off the robe she is wearing and bends over.

Her husband yells, "WHO THE HELL IS BOB?!"


Signs a TV Is About to Jump the Shark
A TV show is said to "jump the shark" at the exact episode or event at which it begins to go bad. The term, a reference to the "Happy Days" episode in which Fonzie jumps a shark, was made popular by a website dedicated to documenting these moments: http://www.jumptheshark.com
Chapters in "Sex For Dummies"

Worst Things to Say At Your Trial

Signs Your Penis Is Too Small

Ways to Tell if a Woman is Interested in You

Signs bin Laden Is Nuttier Than a Fruit Cake

A Funny Resume
OBJECTIVE: To sit in a cubicle and stare at a monitor for eight hours, occasionally looking attentive when approached by a superior.

EDUCATION:
School: Very Expensive
Major: Not Important
GPA: Don't Ask, Don't Tell

EMPLOYMENT:

NETWORK MANAGEMENT (9/96-Present)
Produced daily itinerary of television programs to watch. Duties included changing channels, avoiding infomercials, and staying tuned after those "important" messages.

DEBT CONSOLIDATION (4/97-12/99)
Using various tools such as credit cards and borrowed cash, I managed to combine groups of unpaid bills into one monthly bill that goes straight to my father.

COMPUTER SKILLS:
*Solitaire
*Minesweeper
*On/Off Repair Method

HONORS AND AWARDS:
*First Place in Miller Lite Funnel Tournament
*Said Toast at brother's wedding
*High Score on Theta Chi's Pin Ball Machine

For further references, contact my mother. For positive responses, please pose all questions as though you're considering me as a law school applicant.


If AOL Was a City

Actual Dan Quayle Quotations

The Chili Contest
Notes from an inexperienced chili taster named Doc, who was visiting Texas:

"Recently I was honored to be selected as an outstanding famous celebrity in Texas, to be a judge at a chili cookoff, because no one else wanted to do it. Also the original person called in sick at the last moment, and I happened to be standing there at the judge's table asking directions to the beer wagon when the call came. I was assured by the other two judges (Native Texans) that the chili wouldn't be all that spicy, and besides they told me I could have free beer during the tasting, so I accepted."

Here are the scorecards from the event:

Chili #1: Mike's Maniac Mobster Monster Chili

Judge One: A little too heavy on tomato. Amusing kick.

Judge Two: Nice, smooth tomato flavor. Very mild.

Doc: Holy smokes, what the hell is this stuff? You could remove dried paint from your driveway with it. Took me two beers to put the flames out. Hope that's the worst one. These hicks are crazy.

Chili #2: Arthur's Afterburner Chili

Judge One: Smoky (barbecue?) with a hint of pork. Slight Jalapeno tang.

Judge Two: Exciting BBQ flavor, needs more peppers to be taken seriously.

Doc: Keep this out of reach of children! I'm not sure what I am supposed to taste besides pain. I had to wave off two people who wanted to give me the Heimlich maneuver. Shoved my way to the front of the beer line.

Chili #3: Fred's Famous Burn Down the Barn Chili

Judge One: Excellent firehouse chili! Great kick. Needs more beans.

Judge Two: A beanless chili, a bit salty, good use of red peppers.

Doc: This has got to be a joke. Call the EPA, I've located a uranium spill. My nose feels like I have been snorting Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now and got out of my way so I could make it to the beer wagon. Barmaid pounded me on the back; now my backbone is in the front part of my chest.

Chili #4: Bubba's Black Magic

Judge One: Black bean chili with almost no spice. Disappointing.

Judge Two: Hint of lime in the black beans. Good sidedish for fish or other mild foods, not much of a chili.

Doc: I felt something scraping across my tongue, but was unable to taste it. Sally, the barmaid, was standing behind me with fresh refills so I wouldn't have to dash over to see her.

Chili #5: Linda's Legal Lip Remover

Judge One: Meaty, strong chili. Cayenne peppers freshly ground, adding considerable kick. Very impressive.

Judge Two: Chili using shredded beef; could use more tomato. Must admit the cayenne peppers make a strong statement.

Doc: My ears are ringing, and I can no longer focus my eyes. I farted and four people behind me needed paramedics. The contestant seemed hurt when I told her that her chili had given me brain damage. Sally saved my tongue by pouring beer directly on it from a pitcher. Sort of irritates me that one of the other judges asked me to stop screaming.

Chili #6: Vera's Very Vegetarian Variety

Judge One: Thin yet bold vegetarian variety chili. Good balance of spice and peppers.

Judge Two: The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions, and garlic. Superb.

Doc: My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous flames. No one seems inclined to stand behind me except Sally the barmaid.

Chili #7: Susan's Screaming Sensation Chili

Judge One: A mediocre chili with too much reliance on canned peppers.

Judge Two: Ho Hum, tastes as if the chef threw in canned chili peppers at the last moment. I should note that I am worried about Judge Number 3. He appears to be in a bit of distress.

Doc: You could put a grenade in my mouth and pull the pin, and I wouldn't feel it. I've lost the sight in one eye, and the world sounds like it is made of rushing water. My clothes are covered with chili, which slid unnoticed out of my mouth at some point. Good! At autopsy they'll know what killed me. I've decided to stop breathing, it's too painful, and I'm not getting any oxygen anyway. If I need air I'll just suck it in through the 4-inch hole in my stomach.

Chili #8: Helen's Mount Saint Chili

Judge One: A perfect ending, this is a nice blend chili, safe for all, not too bold but spicy enough to declare its existence.

Judge Two: This final entry is a good, balanced chili, neither mild nor hot. Sorry to see that most of it was lost when Judge Number 3 fell and pulled the chili pot on top of himself.

Doc: (editor's note: Judge #3 was unable to report)


Rejected Slogans For Microsoft XP

Lest Popular First-Person Shooters

Organ Donors
Mr. Perkins, the biology instructor at a posh suburban girl's junior college, asked during class, "Miss Smythe, would you please name the organ of the human body which, under the appropriate conditions, expands to six times its normal size, and define those conditions?"

Miss Smythe gasped, then said coolly, "Mr. Perkins, I don't think that is a proper question to ask me. I assure you, my parents will hear of this," and sat down red-faced.

Unperturbed, Mr. Perkins called on Miss Johnson and asked the same question. Miss Johnson, with composure, replied, "The pupil of the eye, in dim light."

"Correct Miss Johnson." said Mr. Perkins. "And now, Miss Smythe, I have three things to say to you. ONE, you have not studied your lesson. TWO, you have a dirty mind. And THREE, you will some day be faced with a dreadful disappointment."


The Angry Husband and the Pharmacist
Upon arriving home in eager anticipation of a leisurely evening, the husband was met at the door by his sobbing wife. Tearfully she explained, "It's the pharmacist - he insulted me terribly this morning on the phone."

Immediately the husband drove downtown to accost the pharmacist and demand an apology. Before the could say more than a word or two, the pharmacist told him, "Now, just a minute - listen to my side of it. This morning the alarm failed to go off, so I was late getting up. I went without breakfast and hurried out to the car, but I'll be damned if I didn't lock the house with both house and car keys inside. I had to break a window to get my keys. Driving a little too fast, I got a speeding ticket.

Then, about three blocks from the store I had a flat tire. When I finally got to the store there was a bunch of people waiting for me to open up. I got the store opened and started waiting on these people, and all the time the darn phone was ringing its head off.

Then I had to break a roll of nickels against the cash register drawer to make change, and they spilled all over the floor. I got down on my hands and knees to pick up the nickels - the phone is till ringing - when I came up cracked my head on the open cash drawer, which made me stagger back against a showcase with a bunch of perfume bottles on it, and half of them hit the floor and broke. The phone is still ringing with no let up, I finally got back to answer it.

It was your wife - she wanted to know how to use a rectal thermometer. Well, Mister, I TOLD HER!!!


Brilliant Customers of Travel Agents Everywhere
The following are actual stories provided by travel agents:


Cat Haiku
You never feed me.
Perhaps I'll sleep on your face.
And that will show you.

You must scratch me there!
Yes, above my tail! Behold,
Elevator butt.

I need a new toy.
Tail of black dog keeps good time.
Pounce! Good dog! Good dog!

The rule for today:
Touch my tail, I shred your hand.
New rule tomorrow.

In deep sleep hear sound
Cat vomit hairball somewhere.
Will find in morning.

Grace personified
I leap into the window.
I meant to do that.

Blur of motion, then-
Silence, me a paper bag.
What is so funny?

The mighty hunter
Returns with gifts of plump birds
Your foot just squashed one.

Your're always typing
Well, let's see you ignore me
Sitting on your hands.

My small cardboard box
You cannot see me if I
Can just hide my head.

Terrible battle
I fought for hours. Come and see!
What's a term paper?

Kitty likes plastic,
Confuses with litter box.
Don't leave tarp around.

Small brave carnivores
Kill pine cones and mosquitoes
Fear vacuum cleaner.

Want to trim my claws?
Don't even think about it!
My yelps wake the dead.

I want to be close
To you. CanI fit my head
inside your armpit?

Wanna go outside.
Oh no! Help! I got outside!
Let me back inside!

Oh no! My Big One
Has been trapped by newspaper.
Cat to the rescue.

Humans are so strange.
Mine lies still in bed, then screams!
My claws aren't that sharp...

Cats meow out of angst
"Thumbs! If only we had thumbs!
We could break so much."

Litter box not here
You moved it on me again
I'll crap in the sink.

The Big Ones snore now
Every room is dark and cold
Time for "Cup Hockey."

We're almost equals
I purr to show I love you
Want to smell my butt?


Meeting At GenCon
Gencon this year will apparently feature little or no actual L5R card-playing due to all the agreements being made by clans. Here's a brief summary of what onlookers can expect to see at the tournament when two players of the same affiliation meet...


Top Surprises in the New Bush Economic Stimulus Package
Last week, as economic indicators continued to sag, Bush called upon Congress to pass yet another economic stimulus package, challenging them to pass it by the end of November. What shouldn't surprise you is the Republican-led plan calls for tax rebates for corporations. So what IS surprising in this plan?


Everybody, Somebody, Nobody, and Anybody
Once upon a time, there were four people;

Their names were Everybody, Somebody, Nobody and Anybody.

Whenever there was an important job to be done, Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it.

Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it.

When Nobody did it, Everybody got angry because it was Everybody's job.

Everybody thought that Somebody would do it, but Nobody realized that Nobody would do it.

So consequently Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have done in the first place.


The Real Rules of L5R

Top Satellite Photos of Afghanistan the Government Doesn't Want You To See
(Background: A civilian "sky-eye" satellite called Ikonos has apparently had a great birds-eye view of the goings-on in Afghanistan over the past month. So good, in fact, that the U.S. government has bought exclusive rights to every image taken by the satellite so the press won't have access to them.)


Horror Movie Rules

Signs Your Cat Is Overweight

His Legacy
One day an 85-year-old man is taking a stroll around his hometown, which he has lived in for his whole life. As he sees the landmarks, homes, and streets from his youth, he starts reminiscing.

"I remember helping build that bridge when I was 25. I worked hard on that. But people won't call you 'the bridge builder' if you do that here. No, no, they don't!"

He continues reminiscing.

"I remember building that house over there when I was 30. But people won't call you 'the house builder' if you do that. No, no they don't!"

The reminiscing continues.

"I remember building that tavern that I still lounge at, when I was 35. If you do that people won't call you 'the tavern builder' either. They sure won't!

But if you fuck one goat..."


A Friendly Phone Call
(Note: I actually tried this on Doug once. He thought it was hilarious.)

Phil phoned his best friend Bob and said "I heard a new joke! Wanna hear it?"

Bob said, "Sure I do."

Phil asked, "What has a small dick and hangs down?"

After a few seconds of thinking, Bob answered, "Uh, I dunno... a bat?"

Phil said, "Good! Ok, now what has a big dick and hangs up?"

Bob thought and then said, "Uh, don't know, I give up."

*CLICK*


Oxymoronic Sayings

Worst Ways to Begin Opening Arguments In a Court Case

Rejected Toy Disclaimers

Immutable Laws of the Sitcom Universe

Ari Fleischer's Ten Commandments of Patriotism
September 26, 2001: White House press secretary Ari Fleischer warns news organizations, and all Americans, that in times like these "people have to watch what they say and watch what they do."


A Good Description?
A four-year-old named Nina wanders up and down the aisles of a supermarket crying her eyes out.

"What's the matter young lady?" asks a concerned shop assistant.

"I've lost my mummy!" wails little Nina, sobbing convulsively.

"Don't worry, we'll soon find her," soothes the shop assistant. "Now what's mummy like?"

"Big cocks and vodka," sobs little Nina.


Actual Statements Made During Job Interviews

First Aid For Non-Medically Minded People
Electrocution: Is he/she still connected to the power supply? If so, SWITCH OFF THE POWER IMMEDIATELY. Electricity costs an absolute fortune, and it would be going to waste. Check the victims pulse, (if you can find their wrist amongst the stack of charred bones and greasy, bubbling flesh that was once a human being). And do try not to be squeamish about it. Drive the victim to the nearest casualty ward. You can use him/her to jumpstart the engine as well if need be.

Treating Burns and Scalds: Run the affected area under a cold tap as soon as possible. (N.B. If the victim's entire body is a swirling mass of flames it may a little too late for this). If the victim has spilt hot liquid over his/her clothes, then REMOVE CLOTHING IMMEDIATELY. You can never tell, the sight of you parading around naked may cheer them up and take their mind off their injury. Remind the victim that worse things happen at sea. Cite drowning as an example.

Fractures and Broken Limbs: Check the injured area to see if the break or fracture has resulted in a tubular shard of shearing white bone jutting outwards through the bloody mass of flesh. If it has, then tell the victim that they are going to die. That always puts the wind up them. Tie a splint to the victims leg and ask them to walk up and down for a few minutes. They will probably fall down unconscious, making the rest of your job easier. Do not move the broken or fractured limb as this may result in an abnormal position. However, if you're feeling daring, try pointing legs in the wrong direction, bending wrists through 180 degrees, etc. It really is amazing the number of fascinating contortions you can produce. Far better than Play-Doh.

Choking On Food: Try to dislodge the article blocking the victims windpipe by punching them hard in the stomach. Do remember to duck before the particles of food hit you in the eye, however. Call the waiter and ask for a 20 percent reduction on the bill. Make a mental note to order soup next time.

Cuts and Wounds: Dress the wound, whatever that means. Try and limit the blood loss by tying a tourniquet tightly around the victims throat unit they experience difficulty in breathing. Ha Ha, only kidding. Tie the tourniquet just above the wound. Just my little joke. Stitch up the wound with aluminium wire. Ha ha! Caught you again! Outsmarted you! Still, I am an expert, you know.

Objects Stuck in Eye: Rinse the victims eye in lukewarm water. DO NOT USE SOAP AS WELL, IDIOT. Offer to pick the object out of the victims eye with your teeth. This usually results in the object mysteriously "going away" and not bothering the victim any more before you can get to it.

Concussion: When the victim comes round, ask them what day it is, who the President is, how many fingers you are holding up. To make it more difficult, hold the fingers up behind your back. Then total up the victims score and send it to me at this address:
Concussion Quiz, P.O. Box 1302, Minnetonka, MN 55345
The highest score wins a mystery prize.
Talk in Swahili to disorientate the victim a bit more. Yes, there's a whole bundle of laughs when it comes to concussion. Here's a good one: before the victim comes round, switch off all the lights. When he/she regains consciousness, shout "Thank God! We thought you might be dead, or blind or something."


A Brief History of Time

Cartoon Laws of Physics
Cartoon Law I: Any body suspended in space will remain in space until made aware of its situation. Example: Daffy Duck steps off a cliff, expecting further pastureland. He loiters in midair, soliloquizing flippantly, until he chances to look down. At this point, the familiar principle of 32 feet per second per second takes over.

Cartoon Law II: Any body in motion will tend to remain in motion until solid matter intervenes suddenly. Whether shot from a cannon or in hot pursuit on foot, cartoon characters are so absolute in their momentum that only a telephone pole or an outsize boulder retards their forward motion absolutely. Sir Isaac Newton called this sudden termination of motion the stooge's surcease.

Cartoon Law III: Any body passing through solid matter will leave a perforation conforming to its perimeter. Also called the silhouette of passage, this phenomenon is the speciality of victims of directed-pressure explosions and of reckless cowards who are so eager to escape that they exit directly through the wall of a house, leaving a cookie-cutout-perfect hole. The threat of skunks or matrimony often catalyzes this reaction.

Cartoon Law IV: The time required for an object to fall twenty stories is greater than or equal to the time it takes for whoever knocked it off the ledge to spiral down twenty flights to attempt to capture it unbroken. Such an object is inevitably priceless, the attempt to capture it inevitably unsuccessful.

Cartoon Law V: All principles of gravity are negated by fear. Psychic forces are sufficient in most bodies for a shock to propel them directly away from the earth's surface. A spooky noise or an adversary's signature sound will induce motion upward, usually to the cradle of a chandelier, a treetop, or the crest of a flagpole. The feet of a character who is running or the wheels of a speeding auto need never touch the ground, especially when in flight.

Cartoon Law VI: As speed increases, objects can be in several places at once. This is particularly true of tooth-and-claw fights, in which a character's head may be glimpsed emerging from the cloud of altercation at several places simultaneously. This effect is common as well among bodies that are spinning or being throttled. A `wacky' character has the option of self- replication only at manic high speeds and may ricochet off walls to achieve the velocity required.

Cartoon Law VII: Certain bodies can pass through solid walls painted to resemble tunnel entrances; others cannot. This trompe l'oeil inconsistency has baffled generations, but at least it is known that whoever paints an entrance on a wall's surface to trick an opponent will be unable to pursue him into this theoretical space. The painter is flattened against the wall when he attempts to follow into the painting. This is ultimately a problem of art, not of science.

Cartoon Law VIII: Any violent rearrangement of feline matter is impermanent. Cartoon cats possess even more deaths than the traditional nine lives might comfortably afford. They can be decimated, spliced, splayed, accordion- pleated, spindled, or disassembled, but they cannot be destroyed. After a few moments of blinking self pity, they reinflate, elongate, snap back, or solidify.
Corollary: A cat will assume the shape of its container.

Cartoon Law IX: Everything falls faster than an anvil.

Cartoon Law X: For every vengeance there is an equal and opposite revengeance. This is the one law of animated cartoon motion that also applies to the physical world at large. For that reason, we need the relief of watching it happen to a duck instead.

Amendments to the Cartoon Laws of Physics
Cartoon Law Amendment A: A sharp object will always propel a character upward. When poked (usually in the buttocks) with a sharp object (usually a pin), a character will defy gravity by shooting straight up, with great velocity.

Cartoon Law Amendment B: The laws of object permanence are nullified for "cool" characters. Characters who are intended to be "cool" can make previously nonexistent objects appear from behind their backs at will. For instance, the Road Runner can materialize signs to express himself without speaking.

Cartoon Law Amendment C: Explosive weapons cannot cause fatal injuries. They merely turn characters temporarily black and smoky.

Cartoon Law Amendment D: Gravity is transmitted by slow-moving waves of large wavelengths. Their operation can be wittnessed by observing the behavior of a canine suspended over a large vertical drop. Its feet will begin to fall first, causing its legs to stretch. As the wave reaches its torso, that part will begin to fall, causing the neck to strech. As the head begins to fall, tension is released and the canine will resume its regular proportions until such time as it strikes the ground.

Cartoon Law Amendment E: Dynamite is spontaneously generated in "C-spaces" (spaces in which Cartoon laws hold). The process is analogous to steady-state theories of the universe which postulated that the tensions involved in maintianing a space would cause the creation of hydrogen from nothing. Dynamite quanta are quite large (stick-sized) and unstable (lit). Such quanta are attracted to psychic forces generated by feelings of distress in "cool" characters (see Amendment B, which may be a special case of this law), who are able to use said quanta to their advantage. One may imagine C-spaces where all matter and energy result from primal masses of dynamite exploding. A big bang indeed.


Alternate Meanings For AOL

Pet Peeves of Pimps

Dog Haiku
I lie belly-up
In the sunshine, happier than
You will ever be.

Today I sniffed
Many dogs butts- I celebrate
By kissing your face.

I sound the alarm!
Paperboy- come to kill us all-
Look! Look! Look! Look! Look!

I sound the alarm!
Garbage man- come to kill us all-
Look! Look! Look! Look! Look!

I lift my leg and
Whizz on each bush. Hello, Spot-
Sniff this and weep.

How do I love thee?
The ways are numberless as
My hairs on the rug.

My human is home!
I am so ecstatic I have
made a puddle.

I hate my choke chain.
Look, world, they strangle me! Ack,
Ack, ack, ack, ack, ack!

Sleeping here, my chin
On your foot- no greater bliss- well,
Maybe catching rats.

Look in my eyes and
Deny it. No human could
Love you as much as I do.

The cat is not all
Bad- she fills the litter box
With Tootsie Rolls.

Dig under fence- why?
Because it's there. Because it's
There. Because it's there.

I am your best friend,
Now and always, and especially
When you are eating.

You call them fleas,
But they are far more- I call
Them a vocation.

My owner's mood is
Romantic- I lie near their
Feet. I fart a big one.


An L5R Joke
3 great daimyos, one from the Crab clan, one from the Crane clan, and one from the Unicorn clan, are standing upon a large cliff discussing which one of them is the best. They decide to settle the matter by calling forth their yojimbo and putting them to a challenge.

Each daimyo explains the quest to his yojimbo: each must leap from the high cliff into the sea beyond which is infested with nasty serpents and rabid sharks. From there they must come to shore on a small island filled with mobs of goblins, a horde of ogres and one fierce looking, sinister Pekkle. To prove his daimyo the best, each yojimbo must pass these obstacles and sneak into the cave of a thunderous oni to steal a small artifact lost these many centuries. The yojimbo could then return through a small underground tunnel that runs beneath the sea and back towards the cliff.

The Crane daimyo turns to his yojimbo and bades him leap from the cliff. The yojimbo balks and refuses, explaining that such activities would surely sully his natural beauty and thus would hinder his activities at the court of Otosan Uchi. Besmirched, the Crane daimyo orders the yojimbo's seppuku as soon as the contest has ended.

Next, the Unicorn daimyo orders his yojimbo to leap from the cliff. The yojimbo explains that his steed would not survive such a feat and that without his horse, he too would surely perish. Angered, the Unicorn also orders his yojimbo's seppuku after the contest.

Before the Crab daimyo could open his mouth, his yojimbo leaps with a mad battlecry from the cliff. In the waters, he quickly dodges the sea monsters and pressed forward to the island. On the shore, the goblins, ogres, and the wee lil Pekkle all fall upon the brave warrior. Many minutes pass and the Crab emerges victorious. He then runs into the cave and disappears from sight.

More time passes while the 3 daimyos wait. Finally, after quite some time passes, the Crab yojimbo returns, his face bloody and deep filthy cuts oozing from every inch of his body.

The Crab daimyo is indeed overjoyed! He proclaims himself the winner and tells his yojimbo that whatever he wishes, it shall be his. All he need do is ask.

The Crab yojimbo looks about and then says, "All I want to know is who the FUCK pushed me??"


The Crane Onisu
Date: Tue, 02 Oct 2001 14:00:38
From: shosurokiseki@yahoo.com
Subject: Crane Onisu (humor)

(Here's something I posted to the Scorp list. Being from Louisiana, I reckon I can get away with saying it to.) ; )

Well, I've been trying long and hard to think what virtues the Crane stood for, and finally I figured it out. Then, as any good Southerner would, I immediately recognized what would be the opposite of that, and therefore, I think I have identified the Nightmare of the Crane.

It is the Onisu of Redneck. Its name is Bubba, the opposite of everything the Crane stand for, and their Nightmare.

I just got this really funny image of the other 6 Onisu squaring off against the combined might of the other 6 clans while the Crane are all clustered around Kyuden Kakita. "Oh no! It's unshaven, unbathed and uncouth! It beat up all of our male courtiers, it refuses to take off it's shoes or use chopsticks!!! Worse yet: It slurps the tea! Someone help us please!"

Shosuro Kiseki
Scorpion Clan Advocate * Jester * Redneck


True Story From San Francisco
A man, wanting to rob a downtown Bank of America, walked into the branch and wrote "this iz a stikkup. Put all your muny in this bag."

While standing in line, waiting to give his note to the teller, he began to worry that someone had seen him write the note and might call the police before he reached the teller's window. So he left the Bank of America and crossed the street to Wells Fargo.

After waiting a few minutes in line, he handed his note to the Wells Fargo teller.

She read it and, surmising from his spelling errors that he wasn't the brightest light in the harbor, told him that she could not accept his stickup note because it was written on a Bank of America deposit slip and that he would either have to fill out a Wells Fargo deposit slip or go back to Bank of America.

Looking somewhat defeated, the man said "OK" and left.

The Wells Fargo teller then called the police who arrested the man a few minutes later, as he was waiting in line back at Bank of America.


To Exercise or Not to Exercise

If People Bought Cars Like They Bought Computers
General Motors doesn't have a "help line" for people who don't know how to drive, because people don't buy cars like they buy computers -- but imagine if they did....

Helpline: General Motors Helpline, how may I help you?
Customer: I got in my car and closed the door, and nothing happened!
Helpline: Did you put the key in the ignition slot and turn it?
Customer: What's an ignition?
Helpline: It's a starter motor that draws current from the battery and turns the engine.
Customer: Ignition? Motor? Battery? Engine? How come I have to know all of these technical terms just to use my car?

Helpline: General Motors Helpline, how can I help you?
Customer: My car ran fine for a week, and now it won't go anywhere! Helpline: Is the gastank empty?
Customer: Huh? How do I know?
Helpline: There's a little guage on the front panel, with a needle, and markings from "E" to "F." Where is the needle pointing?
Customer: It's pointing to "E." What does that mena?
Helpline: It means that you have to visit a gasoline vendor, and purchase some more gasoline. You can install it yourself, or pay the vendor to install it for you.
Customer: What!? I paid $12,000 for this car! Now you tell me that I have to keep buying more components? I want a car that comes with everything built in!

Helpline: General Motors Helpline, how may I help you?
Customer: Your car sucks!
Helpline: What's wrong?
Customer: It crashed, that's what's wrong!
Helpline: What were you doing?
Customer: I wanted to run faster, so I pushed the accelerator pedal all the way to the floor. It worked for a while, and then it crashed -- and now it won't start!
Helpline: It's your responsibility if you misuse the product. What do you expect us to do about it?
Customer: I want you to send me one of the latest versions that doesn't crash anymore!

Helpline: General Motors Helpline, how may I help you?
Customer: Hi! I just bought my first car, and I chose your car because it has automatic transmission, cruise control, power steering, power brakes, and power door locks.
Helpline: Thanks for buying our car. How can I help you?
Customer: How do I work it?
Helpline: Do you know how to drive?
Customer: Do I know how to what?
Helpline: Do you know how to drive?
Customer: I'm not a technical person! I just want to go places in my car!


If America Online Made Cars

Unlawful Laws
Actual laws still in effect in New York:


The Craziest Job Interview
Vice Presidents and personnel directors of the one hundred largest corporations were asked to describe their most unusual experience interviewing prospective employees:


10 Things That Will Happen Before the Taliban Surrenders Osama Bin Laden

Bricklayer Accident Report
This is a bricklayer's accident report that was printed in the newsletter of the English equivalent of the Workers' Compensation Board. So here, is this Bricklayer's report.

Dear Sir;

I am writing in response to your request for additional information in Block #3 of the accident reporting form. I put "Poor Planning" as the cause of my accident. You asked for a more complete explanation and I trust the following details will be sufficient.

I am a bricklayer by trade. On the day of the accident, I was working alone on the roof of a new six-story building. When I completed my work, I found I had some bricks left over which, when weighed later, were found to weigh 240 lbs. Rather than carry the bricks down by hand, I decided to lower them in a barrel by using a pulley which was attached to the side of the building at the sixth floor.

Securing the rope at ground level, I went up to the roof, swung the barrel out, and loaded the bricks into it. Then I went down and untied the rope, holding it tightly to insure a slow descent of the 240 lbs of bricks. You will note on the accident reporting form that my weight is 135 lbs.

Due to my surprise at being jerked off the ground so suddenly, I lost my presence of mind and forgot to let go of the rope. Needless to say, I proceeded at a rapid rate up the side of the building.

In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel which was now proceeding downward at an equally impressive speed. This explains the fractured skull, minor abrasions, and the broken collarbone, as listed in Section 3, accident reporting form.

Slowed only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping until the fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley which I mentioned in Paragraph 2 of this correspondence. Fortunately, by this time I had regained my presence of mind and was able to hold tightly to the rope, in spite of the excruciating pain I was now beginning to experience.

At approximately the same time however, the barrel of bricks hit the ground and the bottom fell out of the barrel. Now devoid of the weight of the bricks, the barrel weighed approximately 50 lbs.

I refer you again to my weight. As you might imagine, I began a rapid descent down the side of the building. In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel coming up. This accounts for the two fractured ankles, broken tooth and severe lacerations of my legs and lower body.

Here my luck began to change slightly. The encounter with the barrel seemed to slow me enough to lessen my injuries when I fell into the pile of bricks and fortunately only three vertebrae were cracked.

I am sorry to report, however, as I lay there on the pile of bricks, in pain, unable to move and watching the empty barrel six stories above me, I again lost my composure and presence of mind and let go of the rope.


Letter to Mom and Dad From College
Dear Mom and Dad:

It has been six months since I left for college. I'm sorry I haven't written more often and I'm very sorry for my unthoughtfulness. I'm sure you have been worried about me.

Let me bring you up to date, but before you read on, please sit down OK? Don't read any further unless you're sitting down.

OK? Good.

I am getting along pretty well now. The skull fracture and the concussion I got from jumping out of the window of my dormitory when it caught on fire several months ago, are pretty much healed now. I only spent two weeks in the hospital! Mom always said the girls in our family heal fast.

In fact, I can almost see normally again and I only get headaches three times a day now.

Fortunately, the fire in the dormitory and my jump were witnessed by a gas station attendant who immediately called 911. He's so sweet. He even visited me in the hospital, and since I had nowhere to live because of the burnt-out dorm, he was kind enough to invite me to share his apartment with him. It's really a basement room, but it's kind of cute.

He really is a good person with a kind heart. We have fallen deeply in love and are planning to get married. We haven't set the exact date yet, but I'm sure that it will be before I start to show. That's right, Mom and Dad, I'm pregnant! I know how much you are looking forward to being grandparents, and I know that you will give that baby the same love, devotion and tender care you gave me when I was growing up.

We would get married now, but we both failed our premarital blood tests because of some minor infection. He told me about it beforehand, but dumb me, I carelessly caught it anyway. Not to worry though, the doctor said my daily penicillin injections should clear it up by next month.

I know you will welcome him into our family with open arms. He is kind, and although not well educated, he is ambitious -- just like Dad!

Also, he is of a different race and religion than ours, but I know, after all your years of teaching me tolerance, that you won't mind the fact that he is somewhat darker than we are. I'm sure you will love him as I do. His family background is good too! I am told that his father is an important gun bearer in his native African village. That's an important government position where he comes from. Well, I guess that's all! Now you know why I wanted you to sit down when you read this letter.

Now that I've brought you up to date, I just wanted to let you know there was no dormitory fire, I didn't suffer a concussion or a skull fracture, I wasn't in the hospital, I'm not pregnant, I'm not engaged, I don't have syphilis and there is no boyfriend of another race or religion in my life; however, I DID vote for Gov. Bush, and I just wanted you both to see this in its proper perspective.

Your loving daughter,

Chelsea


Japan Is In Trouble
Take heart, America. Three monkey wrenches have been thrown into Japan's well-oiled economic machine. It's only a mater of time before that powerful engine of productivity begins to sputter and fail.

What could cause such a sharp turnaround? High interest rates? Increased unemployment? Lower productivity? No, it's something much more economically debilitating - and permanent.

Three American lawyers have become the first foreign attorneys permitted to practice law in Japan. What's more, two of them are from New York!

The decline has begun.

Japan has one attorney for every 10,000 residents, compared to the U.S. ratio of one attorney for every 390 residents. For every 100 attorneys trained in Japan, there are 1,000 enginerrs. In the United States, that ratio is reversed.

But a law that became effective on April 1 permits foreigners to practice in Japan for the first time since 1955. Already, an additional 20 American and six British lawyers have applied for permission to open practices in Japan.

If anything can slow the Japanese economy, it's the presence of American attorneys. What better way to even our balance of trade than to send Japan our costliest surplus commodity?


Things NOT To Say To the Cop Who Pulls You Over

Top 10 Signs You're Burned Out

How NOT To Commit a Bank Robbery
Here are some easy lessons learned from the experiences of would-be bank robbers:

Pick the Right Bank:
You don't want to make the same mistake as the fellow in Anaheim, CA, who tried to hold up a bank that was no longer in business and had no money.

Study Your History:
Don't try to stick up the First National Bank of Northfield, Minnesota. Jesse James tried it 111 years ago, and the townsfolk took just seven minutes to kill two and capture three of his gang. Nobody tried again until 1984, and the customers chased the guy down. They're tight with their dollar, those Minnesotans.

Speak to the Right Teller:
One robber in Upland, CA, presented his note to the teller, and her father, who was in the next line, got all bent out of shape about it. He wrestled the guy to the ground and sat on him until authorities arrived.

Don't Sign Your Demand Note:
Demand notes have been written on the back of a subpoena issued in the name of a bank robber in Pittsburgh... on an envelope bearing the name and address of another in Detroit. And in East Hartford, Connecticut, on the back of a withdrawal slip giving the robber's signature and account number.

Don't Adveritse:
A teenage girl in Los Angeles tried to distract attention from her face by wearing a see-through blouse with no bra while holding up banks.

Go Easy On the Disguise:
One robber, dressed up as a woman with very heavy make-up, ran face first into a glass door. He was the first criminal ever to be positively identified by lip-print.

Take Right Turns Only:
Avoid the sad fate of the thieves in Florida who took a wrong turn into the Homestead Air Force Base, drove up to a military police guardhouse and, thinking it was a tollbooth, offered the security men money.

Be Aware of the Time:
Imagine the chagrin of the bank robber in Cheshire, Massachusetts, who hit the bank at 4:30 PM, then tried to escape through downtown North Adams, where he was trapped in rush hour traffic until police arrived.

Consider Another Line of Work:
Bank robbery is not for everyone. One nervous Newport, RI robber, while trying to stuff his ill-gotten gains into his shirt pocket, shot himself in the head and died instantly.

Be Strong:
Then there was the case of the hopeful criminal in Swansea, Massachusetts, who, when the teller told him she had no money, fainted. He was still unconscious when the police arrived. His getaway car parked nearby had the keys locked inside.


How Hot Is It In Hell? (true story)
A thermodynamics professor had written a take home exam for his graduate students. It had one question: "Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)? Support your answer with a proof."

Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools off when it expands and heats up when it is compressed) or some variant.

One student, however, wrote the following:

First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So, we need to know the rate that souls are moving into Hell and the rate they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving.

As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Some of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there are more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all people and all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially.

Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand as souls are added. This gives two possibilities:

1). If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.

2). Of course, if Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.

So which is it?

If we accept the postulate given to me by Ms. Therese Banyan during my Freshman year, "That it will be a cold night in Hell before sleep with you," and take into account the fact that I still have not succeeded in having sexual relations with her, then #2 cannot be true, and so Hell is exothermic.

The student got the only A.


AT&T (Revenge On Telemarketers)
One thing that has always bugged me, and I'm sure it does most of you, is to sit down at the dinner table only to be interrupted by a phone call from a telemarketer. I decided, on one such occasion, to try to be as irritating as they were to me. The call was from AT&T and it went something like this:

Me: Hello
AT&T: Hello, this is AT&T...
Me: Is this AT&T?
AT&T: Yes, this is AT&T...
Me: This is AT&T?
AT&T: Yes This is AT&T...
Me: Is this AT&T?
AT&T: YES! This is AT&T, may I speak to Mr. Byron please?
Me: May I ask who is calling?
AT&T: This is AT&T.
Me: OK, hold on.

At this point I put the phone down for a solid 5 minutes thinking that, surely, this person would have hung up the phone. Much to my surprise, when I picked up the receiver, they were still waiting.

Me: Hello?
AT&T: Is this Mr. Byron?
Me: May I ask who is calling please?
AT&T: Yes this is AT&T...
Me: Is this AT&T?
AT&T: Yes this is AT&T...
Me: This is AT&T?
AT&T: Yes, is this Mr. Byron?
Me: Yes, is this AT&T?
AT&T: Yes sir.
Me: The phone company?
AT&T: Yes sir.
Me: I thought you said this was AT&T.
AT&T: Yes sir, we are a phone company.
Me: I already have a phone.
AT&T: We aren't selling phones today Mr. Byron.
Me: Well whatever it is, I'm really not interested but thanks for calling.

When you are not interested in something, I don't think you can express yourself any plainer than by saying "I'm really not interested", but this lady was persistent.

AT&T: Mr. Byron we would like to offer you 10 cents a minute, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year.

Now, I am sure she meant she was offering a "rate" of 10 cents a minute but she at no time used the word rate. I could clearly see that it was time to whip out the trusty old calculator and do a little ciphering.

Me: Now, that's 10 cents a minute 24 hours a day?
AT&T: (getting a little excited at this point by my interest) Yes sir that's right! 24 hours a day!
Me: 7 days a week?
AT&T: That's right.
Me: 365 days a year?
AT&T: Yes sir.
Me: I am definitely interested in that! Wow!!! That's amazing!
AT&T: We think so!
Me: That's quite a sum of money!
AT&T: Yes sir, it's amazing how it adds up.
Me: OK, so will you send me checks weekly, monthly or just one big one at the end of the year for the full $52,560, and if you send an annual check, can I get a cash advance?
AT&T: Excuse me?
Me: You know, the 10 cents a minute.
AT&T: What are you talking about?
Me: You said you'd give me 10 cents a minute, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. That comes to $144 per day, $1008 per week and $52,560 per year. I'm just interested in knowing how you will be making payment.
AT&T: Oh no sir I didn't mean we'd be paying you. You pay us 10 cents a minute.
Me: Wait a minute here!!! Didn't you say you'd give me 10 cents a minute? Are you sure this is AT&T?
AT&T: Well, yes this is AT&T sir but......
Me: But nothing, how do you figure that by saying that you'll give me 10 cents a minute that I'll give you 10 cents a minute? Is this some kind of subliminal telemarketing scheme? I've read about things like this in the Enquirer you know. Don't use your alien brainwashing techniques on me!
AT&T: No sir we are offering 10 cents a minute for.....
Me: THERE YOU GO AGAIN! Can I speak to a supervisor please!
AT&T: Sir I don't think that is necessary.
Me: Sure! You say that now! What happens later?
AT&T: What?
Me: I insist on speaking to a supervisor!
AT&T: Yes Mr. Byron. Please hold on.

So now AT&T has me on hold and my supper is getting cold. I begin to eat while I'm waiting for a supervisor. After a wait of a few minutes and while I have a mouth full of food:

Supervisor: Mr. Byron?
Me: Yeth?
Supervisor: I understand you are not quite understanding our 10 cents a minute program.
Me: Id thish Ath Teeth & Teeth?
Supervisor: Yes sir, it sure is.

I had to swallow before I choked on my food. It was all I could do to suppress my laughter and I had to be careful not to produce a snort.

Me: No, actually I was just waiting for someone to get back to me so that I could sign up for the plan.
Supervisor: OK, no problem, I'll transfer you back to the person who was helping you.
Me: Thank you.

I was on hold once again and was getting really hungry. I needed to end this conversation. Suddenly, there was an aggravated but polite voice at the other end of the phone.

AT&T: Hello Mr. Byron, I understand that you are interested in signing up for our plan?
Me: Do you have that friends and family thing because you can never have enough friends and I'm an only child and I'd really like to have a little brother...
AT&T: (click)


Noah and Today's Ark
The Lord spoke to Noah and said, "Noah, in six months I am going to make it rain until the whole world is covered with water and all the evil things are destroyed. But, I want to save a few good people and two of every living thing on the planet. I am ordering you to build an ark." And, in a flash of lightning, he delivered the specifications for the ark.

"OK," Noah said, trembling with fear and fumbling with the blueprints, "I'm your man."

"Six months and it starts to rain," thundered the Lord. "You better have my ark completed or learn to swim for a long, long time!"

Six months passed, the sky began to cloud up, and the rain began to fall in torrents. The Lord looked down and saw Noah sitting in his yard, weeping, and there was no ark.

"Noah!" shouted the Lord, "where is My ark?" A lightning bolt crashed into the ground right beside Noah.

"Lord, please forgive me!" begged Noah. "I did my best, but there were some big problems. First, I had to get a building permit for the ark's construction, but your plans did not meet their code. So, I had to hire an engineer to redo the plans, only to get into a long argument with him about whether to include a fire-sprinkler system."

"My neighbors objected, claiming that I was violating zoning ordinances by building the ark in my front yard, so I had to get a variance from the city planning board."

"Then, I had a big problem getting enough wood for the ark, because there was a ban on cutting trees to save the spotted owl. I tried to convince the environmentalists and the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service that I needed the wood to save the owls, but they wouldn't let me catch them, so no owls."

"Next, I started gathering up the animals but got sued by an animal rights group that objected to me taking along only two of each kind."

"Just when the suit got dismissed, the EPA notified me that I couldn't complete the ark without filing an environmental impact statement on your proposed flood. They didn't take kindly to the idea that they had no jurisdiction over the conduct of a Supreme Being."

"Then, the Corps of Engineers wanted a map of the proposed flood plan. I sent them a globe!"

"Right now, I'm still trying to resolve a complaint with the Equal Opportunities Commission over how many minorities I'm supposed to hire."

"The IRS has seized all my assets claiming that I am trying to leave the country, and I just got a notice from the state that I owe some kind of use tax. Really, I don't think I can finish the ark in less than five years."

With that, the sky cleared, the sun began to shine, and a rainbow arched across the sky.

Noah looked up and smiled. "You mean you are not going to destroy the world?" he asked hopefully.

"No," said the Lord, "the government already has."


Things You Don't Want to Hear During Surgery

Vice-versa
One day a construction worker left the job a little early, and when he got home he found his wife in bed with another man. Purple with rage, he hauled the man down the stairs and into the garage where he proceeded to secure his dick in a vice.

Utterly terrified, the man screamed, "Stop, stop! you're not going to cut it off, are you? ARE YOU?"

"Nope," replied the construction worker, "You are...I'm going to set the garage on fire."


Jackass!
This is for all of you who occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone! Don’t take that bad day out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don’t know!

Now get this. I was sitting at my desk, when I remembered a phone call I had to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered nicely saying, "Hello?" I politely said, "This is Bobby Carpenter and could I please speak to Melissa Lewis?"

Suddenly the phone was slammed down on me! I couldn’t believe that anyone could be that rude. I tracked down Melissa’s correct number and called her. She had transposed the last two digits incorrectly. After I hung up with Melissa, I spotted the wrong number still lying there on my desk. I decided to call it again. When the same person once more answered, I yelled "You’re a jackass!" and hung up. Next to his phone number I wrote the word "jackass," and put it in my desk drawer.

Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills, or had a really bad day, I’d call him up. He’d answer, and I’d yell, "You’re a jackass!" It would always cheer me up.

Later in the year the phone company introduced caller ID. This was a real disappointment for me, I would have to stop calling the jackass. Then one day I had an idea. I dialed his number, then heard his voice, "Hello."

I made up a name. "Hi. This is the sales office of the telephone company and I’m just calling to see if you’re familiar with our caller ID program?"

He went, "No!" and slammed the phone down.

I quickly called him back and said, "That’s because you’re a jackass!"

The reason I took the time to tell you this story, is to show you how if there’s ever anything really bothering you, you can do something about it. Just dial 402-8863.

Continued:

An old lady at the mall really took her time pulling out of the parking space. I didn’t think she was ever going to leave. Finally, her car began to move and she started to very slowly back out of the slot. I backed up a little more to give her plenty of room to pull out. Great, I thought, she’s finally leaving.

All of a sudden this black Camaro comes flying up the parking aisle in the wrong direction and pulls into her space. I started honking my horn and yelling, "You can’t just do that, Buddy. I was here first!"

The guy got out of his Camaro completely ignoring me. He walked toward the mall as if he didn’t even hear me. I thought to myself, This guy’s a jackass. There are sure a lot of jackasses in the world. I noticed he had a "For Sale" sign in the back window of his car. I wrote down the number. Then I hunted for another place to park.

A couple of days later, I’m at home sitting at my desk. I had just gotten off the phone after calling 402-8863 and yelling, "You’re jackass!" (It’s really easy to call him now since I have his number on speed dial.) I noticed the phone number of the guy with the black Camaro lying on my desk and thought I better call this guy too. He answered the phone and said, "Hello." I said, "Is this the man with the black Camaro for sale?"

"Yes, it is."

"Can you tell me where I can see it?"

"Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th street. It’s a yellow house and the car’s parked right out front."

I said, "What’s your name?"

"My name is Don Hansen."

"When’s a good time to catch you, Don?"

"I’m home in the evenings."

"Listen Don, can I tell you something?"

"Yes."

"Don, you’re a jackass!" And I slammed the phone down.

After I hung up, I added Don Hansen’s number to my speed dialer. For a while things seemed to be going better for me. Now when I had a problem I had two jackasses to call. Then, after several months of calling the jackasses and hanging up on them, it just wasn’t as enjoyable as it used to be.

I gave the problem some serious thought and came up with a solution: First, I had my phone dial Jackass #1. The man answered nicely saying, "Hello."

I yelled "You’re a jackass!", but I didn’t hang up.

The jackass said, "Are you still there?"

I said, "Yeah."

He said, "Stop calling me."

I said, "No."

He said, "What’s your name, pal?"

I said, "Don Hansen."

He said "Where do you live?"

"1802 West 34th Street. It’s a yellow house and my black Camaro’s parked out front."

"I’m coming over right now, Don. You’d better start saying your prayers."

"Yeah, like I’m really scared, Jackass!" and I hung up.

Then I called Jackass #2. He answered, "Hello."

I said, "Hello, Jackass!"

He said, "If I ever find out who you are..."

"You’ll what?"

"I’ll kick your butt."

"Well, here’s your chance. I’m coming right over, Jackass!" And I hung up.

Then I picked up the phone and called the police. I told them I was at 1802 West 34th Street and that I was going to kill my gay lover as soon as he got home.

Another quick call to Channel 13 about the gang war going down on W. 34th Street. After that I climbed into my car and headed over to 34th Street to watch the whole thing.

Glorious! Watching two jackasses beating the crap out of each other in front of six squad cars and a police helicopter was one of the greatest experiences of my life!


What Pissed Me Off?
Coming into the bar and ordering a double, the man leaned over and confided to the bartender, I'm so pissed off!"

"Oh yeah? What happened?" asked the bartender politely.

"See, I met this beautiful woman who invited me back to her home. We stripped off our clothes and jumped into bed and we were just about to make love when her goddamned husband came in the front door. So I had to jump out of the bedroom window and hang from the ledge by my fingernails!"

"Gee, that's tough!" commiserated the bartender.

"Right, but that's not what really got me aggravated," the customer went on.

"When her husband came into the room he said, 'Hey great! You're naked already! Let me just take a leak.' And damned if the lazy son of a bitch didn't piss out the window right onto my head?"

"Yeech!" the bartender shook his head. "No wonder you're in a lousy mood."

"Yeah, but I haven't told you what really, really got to me. Next, I had to listen to them grunting and groaning and when they finished, the husband tossed his condom out of the window. And where does it land? My damned forehead!"

"Damn, that really is a drag!" says the bartender.

"Oh, I'm not finished. See what really pissed me off was when the husband had to take a dump. It turns out that their toilet is broken, so he stuck his ass out of the window and let loose right on my head!"

The bartender paled. "That would sure mess up my day."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," the fellow rattled on, "but do you know what REALLY, REALLY, REALLY pissed me off? When I looked down and saw that my feet were only SIX inches off the ground!!"


Sex Lessons Learned From Movies

Things *Not* to Do at a Hostage Negotiation

The Blame Game
Let's see if I understand how America works lately....

I must have lived too long to understand the world as it is anymore. So if I die while my old, wrinkled ass is parked in front of this computer, I want you to blame Bill Gates, OK?


Dumb Crook Stories
Better hold on to those panties- they could come in handy.

A repeat offender got a life sentence for a small-time shoplifting caper in Jupiter, Florida. The man stole $49.73 worth of boxer shorts, panties, a sports bra and some cigarette lighters from a Wal-Mart store. His fatal mistake was flashing a knife at a security guard -- which turned his petty theft into a felony. Since the man had been released from prison less than three years ago, Florida's repeat offender law required the judge to send him away for life without the possibility of parole.

Insult to injury

An unemployed sanitation worker in Miami is also facing life in prison -- for shooting himself in the privates. In a drunken stupor, the man reached for a pistol he had hidden in his pants. The gun went off, and the bullet struck the man in the... nuggets. At first, he told officers someone else had shot him, but changed his story after paramedics found the shell casing in his underwear. Cops ruled the shooting accidental, but the man was charged with a concealed weapons violation and possession of a firearm by a convicted felon. The maximum sentence for those crimes is normally 15 years but, because the man has a record as a violent career criminal, a Miami prosecutor is asking the judge to send him away for life. The man's public defender calls that "ridiculous," and says the man's injury is punishment enough.

Hey- what about my accomplice?

A luckless thief pleaded guilty to the attempted robbery of a convenience store in Detroit Lakes, Minnesota. The thief told a passereby he was going to rob the store, gave the man a dollar, and asked him to go inside and buy a scarf to hide his identity during the crime. The bystander took the dollar, went inside the store... and called the police.

Oops! Of the Week

A thief in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina has learned a valuable lesson: if you're going to steal restaurant equipment, be sure to remove pictures of the original owner's grandchildren before setting the stuff up in your own restaurant. John Ubbing, owner of Giovanni's Pizzeria in Calabash, North Carolina, lost an assortment of pizza-making equipment in a March robbery. A refrigerator stolen in the heist later turned up inside the Myrtle Beach restaurant -- where cops found pictures of Ubbing's grandchildren still stuck to the side of it. The owner of the second restaurant was arrested.

I Toldja Computers Were Running America!

During a high school break-in in Plymouth, North Carolina, two burglars found a camera in one of the classrooms and amused themselves by taking pictures of each other committing the crime. When they couldn't figure out how to get the film out of the camera, they concluded it wasn't loaded and left it behind. The men apparently didn't realize they'd been fooling around with a digital camera that stores pictures on a computer disk. Investigators downloaded the snapshots to a computer and got a complete photographic record of the break-in. The suspects were quickly arrested.

I Thought This'd Be the Last Place They'd Look....

A Nevada fugitive wanted on fraud charges was arrested in Connecticut after he blew his cover by applying for a job... as a police officer. The Connecticut cops discovered the man's fugitive status during a standard background check. He had passed both the written and agility tests before being found out. Police called the man in to headquarters under the guise of getting his fingerprints, and served him with an arrest warrant instead.

And Finally....

Admitting his 0-4 record is not impressive "on paper," trainers announced that Lucky, a German shepherd guide dog for the blind in Wuppertal, Germany, is available for his fifth owner. Lucky led his first owner in front of a bus, killing him. Then he led the second off the end of a pier, drowning him. He nudged his third owner off a railway platform in front of an express train, killing him. And he walked his fourth owner into heavy traffic, abandoning him to be hit and killed. The new owner won't be told of Lucky's record -- the trainers say the dog might sense nervousness "and do something silly."


Virus Alert- The Mother of All Viruses.
If you receive an email entitled "Badtimes," delete it immediately. Do not open it. Apparently this one is pretty nasty.

It will not only erase everything on your hard drive, but it will also delete anything on disks within 20 feet of your computer.

It demagnetizes the stripes on ALL of your credit cards.

It reprograms your ATM access code, screws up the tracking on your VCR and uses subspace field harmonics to scratch any CD's you attempt to play-- except Yanni CD's. With them it doubles the volume.

It will automatically download kiddie porn to your hard drive and then notify the authorities.

It will re-calibrate your refrigerator's coolness settings so all your ice cream melts and your milk curdles.

It will program your phone auto dial to call only your mother-in-law's number.

This virus will mix antifreeze into your fish tank.

It will drink all your good beer and replace it I.C. Light.

It will leave dirty socks on the coffee table when you are expecting company.

It will talk nasty about your mother.

Its radioactive emissions will cause your toe jam and bellybutton fuzz (be honest, you have some) to migrate behind your ears.

It will replace your shampoo with Nair and your Nair with Rogaine, all while dating your current boy/girlfriend behind your back and billing their hotel rendezvous to your Visa card-- the only card stripe it didn't demagnetize.

It will cause you to run with scissors and throw things in a way that is only fun until someone loses an eye.

It will give you Dutch Elm Disease and Tinea.

It will rewrite your backup files, changing all your active verbs to passive tense and incorporating undetectable misspellings which grossly change the interpretations of key sentences.

If the "Badtimes" message is opened in a Windows 95 environment, it will leave the toilet seat up and leave your hair dryer plugged in dangerously close to a full bathtub.

It will not only remove the forbidden tags from your mattresses and pillows, but it will also refill your skim milk with whole milk.

It will replace all your luncheon meat with beef tongue.

It will molecularly rearrange your cologne or perfume, causing it to smell like dill pickles-- but, on the plus side, they're kosher dills.

It is insidious and subtle. It is dangerous and terrifying to behold. It is also a rather interesting shade of mauve.

These are just a few signs of infection. Beware.


Human Resource Dictionary

The "Vermont Gotcha"
While at my parent's house today for Mother's Day, I had occasion to pick up a copy of Newsweek and thumb through it. I think it was either two or three weeks old, but to be honest I don't recall for sure. Anyway, there was an article about Vermont and how things have gone in the last year since Vermont passed their civil liberties bill which had happened to allow same sex marriages.

There had been lots of shrieks across the country about moral decay and what-not, a fair amount of concern that Vermont would fill up with Gays, and plenty of dire warnings about how everybody and their Uncle Bob would flock to Vermont to get hitched.

Well, the last part is semi-true--there have indeed been a large upswing in tourism to Vermont for "wedding" packages and some places are doing very well, thank you, with all of that business.

Now--keep up with me here.

You do not have to be a resident of Vermont to get hitched.

No state recognizes same sex marriage at this time and at least 30 other states specifically disallow same sex marriages. Gays getting hitched in Vermont don't really get anything much from the process except whatever personal satisfaction the marriage ceremony provides.

Now. Here's the catch.

Since no states recognize the marriage, none can grant a divorce.

Only Vermont can grant a divorce.

Vermont requires residency of a minimum of six months before one can get a divorce.

That's the Vermont Gotcha.

Throw in a bit of logic here and you'll see what amuses me the most.

Those totally against same sex marriage, afraid that Vermont will fill up with Gays and Lesbians, have made no effort to get that changed. That doesn't strike me as being exactly consistent.

Damn human, you bet. But not consistent.

God I love people.


Sexual One-Liners, Cont.
To find the original "Sexual One-Liners," check out Joke Archive 1. At least, I *think* it's in there....

Q: How do you embarrass an archeologist?
A: Hand him a used tampon and ask which period it came from.

Q: How can you tell if you're at a bulimic bachelor party?
A: The cake jumps out of the girl.

Q: Why does a bride smile when she walks up the aisle?
A: She knows she's given her last blowjob.

Q: What do a farmer and a pimp have in common?
A: Both need a hoe to stay in business.

Q: What's better than seeing a woman wrestle?
A: Seeing her box.

Q: Why don't cannibals eat divorced women?
A: They're always bitter.

Q: What should you do if an elephant comes in your window?
A: Learn to swim.

Q: How do women get minks?
A: The same way minks get minks.

Q: What's the difference between a Harley and a Hoover?
A: The position of the dirtbag.

Q: Why does Miss Piggy douche with honey?
A: Because Kermit likes sweet and sour pork.

Q: What's meaner than a pitbull with AIDS?
A: The guy who gave it to him.

Q: What's better than screwing two eighteen-year-old girls at once?
A: Not a damn thing!


Only in America....

Bush Jokes
Did you hear Laura Bush is pregnant?
Yeah, Dubya thought Secret Service was adequate protection.

Why is Bush taking an aggressive stand against China?
He's not going to let them pull a Pearl Harbor on us again.

Why is 2001 like 1991?
There's a Bush in the White House and we're going into recession.

Why would it be bad if Dick Cheny died?
No president.

George W. Bush has become known for giving light-hearted nicknames to members of Congress and other government officials. What's their light-hearted nickname for him?
"Mr. President."

How long does it take George W. Bush to read a book?
No one knows- it hasn't happened yet.

What do George W. and Laura Bush have in common?
Both are widely believed to have blown a little dope.


Drawbacks to Working in a Cubicle

IQ Test
1) Some months have 30 days. How many have 28?
2) If a doctor gives you three pills and tells you to take one every half hour, how long would it be before the pills are all taken?
3) I went to bed at eight o'clock in the evening and wound up my clock and set the alarm to sound at nine o'clock in the morning. How many hours sleep would I get before being awoken by the alarm?
4) Divide 30 by half and add 10. What do you have?
5) A farmer had 17 sheep. All but 9 died. How many sheep were left?
6) If you had only one match and entered a COLD and DARK room, where there was an oil heater, an oil lamp, and a candle, which would you light first?
7) A man builds a house with four sides of rectangular construction, each side facing south. A big bear comes along. What color is the bear?
8) Take two apples from three apples. How many do you have?
9) How many animals of each species did Moses take with him aboard the ark?
10) If you drove a bus with 43 people on board from Chicago and stopped at Pittsburg to pick up 7 more people and drop off 5 passengers and at Cleveland to drop off 8 passengers and pick up 4 more and eventually arrive at Philadelphia 20 hours later, what's the name of the driver?

Answers

1) All of them. Every month has at least 28 days.
2) 1 hour. If you take a pill at 1 o'clock, then another at 1.30 and the last at 2 o'clock, they will be taken in 1 hour.
3) 1 hour. It is a wind up alarm clock which cannot discriminate between a.m. and p.m.
4)70. Dividing by half is the same as multiplying by two.
5) 9 live sheep.
6) The match.
7) White. If all walls face south, the house must be on the North Pole.
8) 2 apples. I HAVE 3 APPLES, YOU TAKE TWO, WHAT DO YOU HAVE?
9) None. It was Noah, not Moses.
10) YOU are the driver.


Sexercise
It has been known for many years that Sex was good exercise, but until now nobody had made a scientific study of the caloric content of different sexual activities. Now after "original and proprietary" research they are proud to present the results.

Removing Her Clothes:
With her consent: 12 calories.
Without her consent: 187 calories.

Opening her bra:
With both hands: 8 calories
With one hand: 12 calories
With your teeth: 85 calories

Putting on a contraceptive:
With an erection: 6 calories
Without an erection: 315 calories

Preliminaries:
Trying to find the clitoris: 8 calories
Trying to find the G-spot: 92 calories

Positions:
Missionary: 12 calories
69 lying down: 78 calories
69 standing up: 112 calories
Wheelborrow: 216 calories
Doggie Style: 326 calories
Italian chandelier: 912 calories

Orgasaming:
Real: 112 calories
Fake: 315 calories

Post Orgasm:
Lying in bed hugging: 18 calories
Getting up immediately: 36 calories
Explaining why you got out of bed immediately: 816 calories

Getting a second erection:
20-29 years old: 36 calories
30-39 years: 80 calories
40-49: 124 calories
50-59: 972 calories
60-69: 2916 calories
70+: results still pending

Dressing up afterwards:
Calmly: 32 calories
In a hurry: 98 calories
With her father knocking at the door: 1218 calories
With your wife knocking at the door: 3512 calories


A Diver's Bad Day
When your day is bad, think of this poor guy, and maybe you'll feel better. Brian is a commercial saturation diver for Global Divers out of Louisiana and performs underwater repairs on offshore drilling rigs. Below is an email he sent to his sister. She sent it to Laughline and won a contest (he wasn't thrilled with her for that one). Anyway, anytime you think you have had a bad day at the office, remember this guy.

April 1998 Hi,Sue, Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother. Last week, I had a bad day at the office. I know you've been feeling down lately at work, so I thought I would share my dilemma with you to make you realize it's not so bad after all. Before I can tell you what happened to me, I first must bore you with a few technicalities of my job. This time of year the water is quite cool, even with a wetsuit. So what we do to keep warm is this: We have a diesel powered industrial water heater. This $20,000 piece of shit sucks the water out of the sea. It heats it to a delightful temp. It then pumps it down to the diver through a garden-hose which is taped to the air hose. Now this sounds like a damn good plan, and I've used it several times with no complaints.
What I do, when I get to the bottom and start working, is I take the hose and stuff it down the back of my neck. This floods my whole suit with warm water. It's like working in a Jacuzzi. Everything was going well until all of a sudden, my ass started to itch. So, of course, I scratched it. This only made things worse. Within a few seconds my ass started to bum. I pulled the hose out from my back, but the damage was done. In agony I realized what had happened. The hot water machine had sucked up ajellyfish and pumped it into my suit. This is even worse than the poison ivy you once had under a cast. I had that hose down my back, I don't have any hair on my back, so the jellyfish couldn't get stuck to my back. My ass's crack was not as fortunate. When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the jellyfish into my ass. I informed the dive supervisor of my dilemma over the communicator. His instructions were unclear due to the fact that he, along with 5 other divers, were laughing hysterically.
Needless to say I aborted the dive. It totaled 35 minutes before I could come to the surface for my chamber dry decompression. I got to the surface wearing nothing but my brass helmet. My suit and gear were tied to the bell. When I got on board, the medic, with tears of laughter running down his face, handed me a tube of cream and told me to shove it "up my ass" when I get in the chamber. The cream put the fire out, but I couldn't shit for two days because my asshole was swollen shut.
Anyway, the next time you have a bad day at the office, think of me. Think about how much worse your day would be if you were to shove a jellyfish up your ass. I hope you have no bad days at the office. But if you do, I hope this will make it more tolerable.


Think Your Life Sucks?
From the reader mail at The Stile Project
From: Len Da-Man [len_da_man@yahoo.com]
Subject: A story for you Stile my friend

Think your life sucks? Well read this.

I just lost my job.

No big deal eh? Not a problem eh? Well there is more to it than that. About 8 months ago I was living it up. Drove a BMW and worked for a great software firm. Making good coin (about $75K) and the living was nice.

Tech boom comes and I am out of a job. Can't find shit anywhere. Bills start to pile up and it's time to renew my lease on my apt--but no incoming funds. So I bite the bullet and move back home with my parents--while I'm looking. So now I'm living in the basement (like you! :), looking on Monster.com, all the normal stuff. Can't get a bite anywhere. Nothing is happening. Dad is on my case everyday.

So 7 months pass, I get to a couple interviews, nothing happens. I'm super depressed at this point, I had to sell my new BMW and buy a fucking used Ford Taurus, I haven't gotten laid in ages, and I'm contemplating ending it all. My mom notices all this and tells me to go to her shrink. She pays, I go. He puts me on Paxil, which is supposed to make things all better. So I go on it, and things do seem a bit less bleak. I take it for a couple months and don't get the refill (this is IMPORTANT TO THE STORY).

Ok, so flash to 3 weeks ago. I get an email about a job interview. It's a big pay cut (only $50K) but at least it's work. I go in for the first interview, it goes well, they have me stay, instantly get the second interview. I get home and there is a message on the machine to call them. I got the job!

I've been off Paxil now for a couple weeks, but I still want to be on it, so I get the prescription refilled Sunday before work. My first day at work (the next Monday) I start my Paxil again. Got my happy drug, got a job, things are looking good.

Boss comes in and asks me to lunch (this is customary in corporate jobs on the first day) with the 3 other team members. He is a guy, the other 3 team memebers of my dept. are women, younger. I'm 27, they are hot 30 year olds. One is 29 and she has been training me. HOT AS HELL.

We go to the Olive Garden and I'm putting away salad, and those buttery breadsticks. Then a nice bowl of Fettuchine Alfredo. As we are walking out the bottom falls out of my stomach. BAD. Here is where it all comes together. Paxil has a nasty side effect for most people when they start (or restart like me) taking it. BAD stomach problems for a few days. It didn't occur to me because last time I had them I was at home.

I have to shit bad. It's gonna be wet greasy, messy. It's 10 minutes back to the office. I'm cramping, sweating, I think I can make it. So we are all in my bosses mini van and I am sitting in the back seat in between the hot girl that is training me and another lady. I'm "riding the hump" so I feel every bump on the road. I want to cry I'm in so much pain.

My stomach is kicking, screaming, "I WANT TO SHIT NOW!"

We are about 2 blocks from the office, and I'm ready to die. My boss hits this big ass pot hole (HUGE) and I feel it. That's when it happened. It was like slow motion, I've replayed it a million times in my head.

I let go a huge loud wet fart followed by about a gallon of brown butt juice all over my legs and the car seat (leather). The hot girl started SCREAMING. My boss pulled over into a gas station and everyone jumped out. The juice had ran on the leather and got on each of the women I was sitting near. The other woman was crying saying how disgusted she was. My boss asked if I was ok. The women went into the gas station. I got out and went into the bathroom. My boss said he would be back for me in about 15 minutes.

I looked out the door and saw him cleaning the inside with some towel/t shirt he got from the gas station. About 5 minutes later they left. I washed my pants in the sink of the bathroom and it got a lot of the shit chunks out. I walked out in my soaked pants and had the gas station attendant call me a cab. I went home, emailed my boss and told him I quit. He wrote back and said he "thought that was best".

I bought a $500 bag that I used for work files that was at the office, along with my cell phone. I'm too embarrased to go get them, and now I have a $500 credit card bill coming and no money to pay it.

Life sucks.


You Know You've Worked During the '90's If....

Do You Live in New York City?
You might live in New York City if:

A Visitor's Guide to Dallas, Texas
(Life in America's Fifth Largest City)

Little Known Facts

That's Our Bush!
President George W. Bush is visiting an elementary school today and he visits one of the 4th grade classes. They are in the middle of a discussion related to words and their meanings.

The teacher asks the President if he would like to lead the class in the discussion of the word, "tragedy." So the president asks the class for an example of a "tragedy."

One little boy stands up and offers, "If my best friend, who lives next door, is playing in the street and a car comes along and runs him over, that would be a tragedy."

"No" says Bush, "that would be an accident."

A little girl raises her hand: "If a school bus carrying 50 children drove off a cliff, killing everyone involved, that would be a tragedy."

"I'm afraid not" explains the President. "That's what we would call a GREAT LOSS."

The room goes silent. No other children volunteer. President Bush searches the room. "Isn't there someone here who can give me an example of a tragedy?"

Finally, way in the back of the room, a boy named Johnny raises his hand. In a quiet voice he says, "If Air Force One, carrying you and Mrs. Bush, was struck by a missile and blown up to smithereens, that would be a tragedy."

"Correct" exclaims Bush, "that's right. And can you tell me WHY that would be a tragedy?"

"Well," Lil' Johnny said, "because, like you just told us, it wouldn't be an accident, and it sure as hell wouldn't be a great loss."


Lesser of Two Evils
Outside a pharmacy in a busy street, a poor man is clutching onto a pole for dear life, not breathing, not moving, not twitching a muscle, just standing there, frozen.

The pharmacist, seeing this strange sight in front of his shop, goes up to his assistant and asks, "What's the matter with that guy? Wasn't he in here earlier?"

Assistant replies, "Yes he was. He had the most terrible cough and none of my prescriptions seemed to help."

Pharmacist says, "He seems to be fine now."

Assistant replies, "Sure, he does. I gave him a box of the strongest laxatives on the market. Now he won't dare cough!"


Work vs. Prison
IN PRISON you spend the majority of your time in an 8x10 cell.
AT WORK you spend most of your time in a 6x8 cubicle.

IN PRISON you get three meals a day.
AT WORK you only get a break for one meal and you have to pay for it.

IN PRISON you get time off for good behavior.
AT WORK you get rewarded for good behavior with more work.

IN PRISON a guard locks and unlocks all the doors for you.
AT WORK you must carry around a security card and lock and unlock all the doors yourself.

IN PRISON you can watch TV and play games.
AT WORK you get fired for watching TV and playing games.

IN PRISON you get your own toilet.
AT WORK you have to share.

IN PRISON they allow your family and friends to visit.
AT WORK you can not even speak to your family and friends.

IN PRISON all expenses are paid by taxpayers with no work required.
AT WORK you get to pay all the expenses to go to work and then they deduct taxes from your salary to pay for prisoners.

IN PRISON you spend most of your life looking through bars from the inside and wanting to get out.
AT WORK you spend most of your time wanting to get out and inside bars.

IN PRISON there are wardens who are often sadistic.
AT WORK they are called managers.


Things Not to Say to a Police Officer

What's Your Business Sign?
1) MARKETING: You are ambitious yet stupid. You chose a marketing degree to avoid having to study in college, concentrating instead on drinking and socializing which is pretty much what your job responsibilities are now. Least compatible with Sales.

2) SALES: Laziest of all signs, often referred to as "marketing without a degree." You are also self-centered and paranoid. Unless someone calls you and begs you to take their money, you like to avoid contact with customers so you can "concentrate on the big picture." You seek admiration for your golf game throughout your life.

3) TECHNOLOGY: Unable to control anything in your personal life, you are instead content to completely control everything that happens at your workplace. Often even YOU don't understand what you are saying but who the hell can tell. It is written that Geeks shall inherit the Earth.

4) ENGINEERING: One of only two signs that actually studied in school. It is said that engineers place ninety percent of all Personal Ads. You can be happy with yourself; your office is full of all the latest "ergodynamic" gadgets. However, we all know what is really causing your "carpal tunnel syndrome."

5) ACCOUNTING: The only other sign that studied in school. You are mostly immune from office politics. You are the most feared person in the organization; combined with your extreme organizational traits, the majority of rumors concerning you say that you are completely insane.

6) HUMAN RESOURCES: Ironically, given your access to confidential information, you tend to be the biggest gossip within the organization. Possibly the only other person that does less work than marketing, you are unable to return any calls today because you have to get a haircut, have lunch AND then mail a letter.

7) MANAGEMENT/MIDDLE MANAGEMENT: Catty, cutthroat, yet completely spineless, you are destined to remain at your current job for the rest of your life. Unable to make a single decision you tend to measure your worth by the number of meetings you can schedule for yourself. Best suited to marry other "Middle Managers" as everyone in your social circle is a "Middle Manager."

8) SENIOR MANAGEMENT: (See above - Same sign, different title)

9) CUSTOMER SERVICE: Bright, cheery, positive, you are a fifty-cent cab ride from taking your own life. As children very few of you asked your parents for a little cubicle for your room and a headset so you could pretend to play "Customer Service." Continually passed over for promotions, your best bet is to sleep with your manager.

10) CONSULTANT: Lacking any specific knowledge, you use acronyms to avoid revealing your utter lack of experience. You have convinced yourself that your "skills" are in demand and that you could get a higher paying job with any other organization in a heartbeat. You will spend an eternity contemplating these career opportunities without ever taking direct action.

11) RECRUITER/"HEAD-HUNTER": As a "person" that profits from the success of others, most people who actually work for a living disdain you. Paid on commission and susceptible to alcoholism, your ulcers and frequent heart attacks correspond directly with fluctuations in the stock market.

12) PARTER, PRESIDENT, CEO: You are brilliant or lucky. Your inability to figure out complex systems such as the fax machine suggest the latter.

13) GOVERNMENT WORKER: Paid to take days off. Government workers are genius inventors, like the invention of new Holidays. You usually suffer from deep depression or anxiety and usually commit serious crimes while on the job...Thus the term "GO POSTAL."


Things Never to Say to a Woman During Sex

Actual English Subtitles Used in Hong Kong Films

The Hot Date
These three teenage girls were roommates. One Friday night right after the semester started they all had all gone out on dates, and by chance all came home at about the same time.

The first one came in and said with a smug look on her face, "You know you've been on a hot date when you come home with your hair all messed up."

The second one laughed at her and said, "No, no, that's nothing! You know you've been on a hot date when you come home with your makeup all smeared."

The third one sat quiet with a blank stare on her face and didn't say a thing for a few minutes. Then she reached under her skirt, removed her panties and threw them against the wall, where they stuck with a loud thud!

She said, "Now THAT'S a hot date!!"


A Male Driver's Observation
I was riding to work yesterday when I observed a female driver cut right in front of a pickup truck causing him to have to drive on to the shoulder to avoid hitting her.

This evidently angered the driver enough that he hung his arm out his window and flipped the woman off.

"Man, that guy is stupid," I thought to myself.

I ALWAYS smile nicely and wave in a sheepish manner whenever a female does anything to me in traffic and here's why:

I drive 48 miles each way every day to work, that's 96 miles each day.

Of these, 16 miles each way is bumper-to-bumper.

Most of the bumper-to-bumper is on an 8 lane highway so if you just look at the 7 lanes I am not in, that means I pass a new car something like every 40 feet per lane.

That's 7 cars every 40 feet for 32 miles. That works out to be 982 cars every mile, or 31,424 cars.

Even though the rest of the 32 miles is not bumper to bumper, I figure I pass at least another 4000 cars. That brings the number to something like 36,000 cars I pass every day.

Statistically, half of these are driven by females, that's 18,000.

In any given group of females 1 in 28 are having the worst day of their period. That's 642.

According to Cosmopolitan, 70% describe their love life as dissatisfying or unrewarding. That's 449.

According to the National Institute of Health, 22% of all females have seriously considered suicide or homicide. That's 98.

34% describe men as their biggest problem. That's 33.

According to the National Rifle Association 5% of all females carry weapons and this number is increasing.

This means, that EVERY SINGLE DAY, I drive past at least one female that has a lousy love life, thinks men are her biggest problem, has seriously considered suicide or homicide, is having the worst day of her period, and is armed.

Flip one off? I think not.


Location, Location, Location
Places I'd Rather Not Live In:
Paradox, New York
Crapo, Maryland
Boogertown, North Carolina
Spasticville, Kansas
Hellhole, Idaho
Purgatory, Maine

What Would Freud Say About:
Climax, Micigan
Spread Eagle, Wisconsin
Needmore, Arkansas
Hardup, Utah
Big Bouge Homo, Mississippi
Intercourse, Pennsylvania
Hornytown, North Carolina
Conception Junction, Missouri

Doesn't surprise me that there's a:
Rudeville, New Jersey
Boring, Oregon
Hell, Micigan
Hooker, California
Virgin, Utah
Dulls Corner, Maryland
Bowlegs, Oklahoma
Volcano, Hawaii
Beersville, Pennsylvania
Fleatown, Ohio
Burnt Corn, Alabama
Two Guns, Arizona
Toad Suck, Arkansas


MORE Childrens Books You'll Never See

Frustration At Tech Support
This was evidence used in a case, where a woman sued a technical support representive. It's a transcription of the recording between the teech guy, and the woman (whose names have not been included to protect their privacy).

Tech: Ridge Hall computer assistance; how may I help you?
Woman: Yes, well, I'm having trouble with WordPerfect.
Tech: What sort of trouble?
Woman: Well, I was just typing along, and all of a sudden the words went away.
Tech: Went away?
Woman: They disappeared.
Tech: Hmm. So what does your screen look like now?
Woman: Nothing.
Tech: Nothing?
Woman: It's blank; it won't accept anything when I type.
Tech: Are you still in WordPerfect, or did you get out?
Woman: How do I tell?
Tech: Do you see the C: prompt on the screen?
Woman: What's a sea-prompt?
Tech: Never mind; can you move your cursor around the screen?
Woman: There isn't any cursor; it won't accept anything I type.
Tech: Does your monitor have a power indicator?
Woman: What's a monitor?
Tech: It's the thing with the screen on it that looks like a TV. Does it have a little light that tells you when it's on?
Woman: I don't know.
Tech: Well, then look on the back of the monitor and find where the power cord goes into it. Can you see that?
Woman: Yes, I think so.
Tech: Great. Follow the cord to the plug, and tell me if it's plugged into the wall.
Woman: Yes, it is.
Tech: When you were behind the monitor, did you notice that there were two cables plugged into the back of it, not just one?
Woman: No.
Tech: Well, there are. I need you to look back there again and find the other cable.
Woman: Okay, here it is.
Tech: Follow it for me, and tell me if it's plugged securely into the back of the computer.
Woman: I can't reach it.
Tech: Uh huh. Well, can you see if it is?
Woman: No.
Tech: Even if you put your knee on something and lean way over?
Woman: Oh, it's not because I don't have the right angle; it's because it's dark.
Tech: Dark?
Woman: Yes, the office light is off, and the only light I have is coming in from the window.
Tech: Well, turn on the office light, then.
Woman: I can't.
Tech: No? Why not?
Woman: Because there's a power failure.
Tech: A power... A power failure? Aha, okay, we've got it licked now. Do you still have the boxes and manuals and packing stuff your computer came in?
Woman: Well yes, I keep them in the closet.
Tech: Good. Go get them, and unplug your system and pack it up just like it was when you got it. Then take it back to the store you bought it from.
Woman: Really? Is it that bad?
Tech: Yes, I'm afraid it is.
Woman: Well, all right then, I suppose. What do I tell them?
Tech: Tell them you're too fucking stupid to own a computer!


Helpful Tips For GenCon
(NOTE: GenCon is an annual game fair in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, this year from August 2-5. It is mainly devoted to RPG's and CCG's, but you'll also find a good deal of pretty much anything else related to gaming. Definitely worth the drive if you're able to go.)

There are many people on this site who are already regular GenCon attendees, but there are some people who are considering attending for the first time this year, and I applaud that decision. I would recommend to anyone to go before the change of venue.

If you do decide to attend this year for the first time, here are some helpful tips to make your endeavour easier and more enjoyable.


Bitter Wedding
Below is a true story about a recent wedding that took place at Clemson University.

This was a huge wedding with about 300 guests. After the wedding, at the reception, the groom got up on stage at the microphone to talk to the crowd. He said that he wanted to thank everyone for coming, many from long distances, to support them at their wedding. He especially wanted to thank the bride's and groom's families for coming and to thank his new father-in-law for providing such a fabulous reception.

To thank everyone for coming and bringing gifts and everything, he said he wanted to give everyone a special gift from just him. So, taped to the bottom of everyone's chair was a manila envelope, including the wedding party. He said that this was his gift to everyone, and told everyone to open the envelopes.

Inside each manila envelope was an 8x10 picture of his best man having sex with the bride. He had gotten suspicious of the two of them and hired a private detective to trail them weeks prior to the wedding.

After he stood there and watched the people's reactions for a couple of minutes, he turned to the best man and said "Screw you," he turned to the bride and said "Screw you," and then he turned to the dumbfounded crowd and said, "I'm out of here." He had the marriage annulled first thing that Monday morning.

While most of us would have broken off the engagement immediately after finding out about the affair, this guy goes through with it anyway as if nothing was wrong. His revenge?

Making the bride's parents pay over $32,000 for 300 guests at the wedding and reception, letting everyone know exactly what did happen, and, best of all, trashing the bride's and best man's reputations in front of all of their friends, their entire families, i.e. their parents, brothers, sisters, grandparents, nieces and nephews, etc.

This guy has balls the size of church bells. This is his world; we just live in it.


The Poopie List

The Cat's Diary
Day 752: My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.

Day 761: Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair...must try this on their bed.

Day 762: Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with sleep depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night.

Day 765: Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was... Hmmm. Not working according to plan......

Day 768: I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent such a liquid. My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth.

Day 771: There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the foul odor of the glass tubes they call "beer." More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.

Day 774: I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The Bird on the other hand has got to be an informant. He has mastered their frightful tongue (something akin to mole speak) and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is assured. But I can wait. It is only a matter of time.


Things NOT To Say During Sex

Pet-Care Tips
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Rules For Cats
Doors: Do not allow closed doors in any room. To get a door opened, stand on hind legs and scratch the frame. You may also reach under the door and pull clothing towards you; silks get the quickest reaction. Once door is opened, it is not necessary to use it. After you have ordered an "outside" door opened, stand halfway in and out and think about several things. This is particularly important during very cold weather, when it's raining or snowing, or during the height of the mosquito season. Swinging doors must be avoided at all costs.

Chairs and Rugs: If you have to urp, get to an overstuffed chair quickly. If you cannot manage this in time, get to an Oriental rug. If there are no Oriental rugs, shag is a good substitute. When urping on shag, be sure you project; it is a must that it stretch for as long as a human's bare foot.

Bathrooms: Always accompany guests to the bathroom. (See Rule I) It is not necessary to do anything - just sit and stare.

Helping:If one of your humans is engaged in some semi-closed activity and the other is idle, stay with the busy one. This is called "helping"; humans are known to refer to it as hampering". The following are the rules for "helping": a) When supervising cooking, sit just behind the left heel of the cook. You cannot be seen and thereby stand a better chance of being stepped on and then picked up and comforted. b) For book readers, get in close under the chin, between eyes and book, unless you can lie across the book itself. c) For knitting projects or paperwork, lie on the work in the most appropriate manner so as to obscure as much of the work or at least the most important part. Pretend to doze, but every so often reach out and slap the pencil or knitting needles. The worker may try to distract you; ignore it. Remember, the aim is to hamper work. Embroidery and needlepoint projects make great hammocks in spite of what the humans may tell you. d) For people paying bills (monthly activity) or working on income taxes or Christmas cards (annual activity), keep in mind the aim - to help! First, sit on the paper being worked on. When dislodged, watch sadly from the side of the table. When activity proceeds nicely, roll around on the papers, scattering them to the best of your ability. After being removed for the second time, push pens, pencils, and erasers off the table, one at a time. e) When a human is holding the newspaper in front of him/her, be sure to jump on the back of the paper. They love to jump.

Walking: As often as possible, dart quickly and as close as possible in front of the human. Especially effective places to strike are: 1) On stairs, when they have something in their arms; 2) In the dark; and 3) When they first get up in the morning. This exercise helps with improving their coordination skills.

Bedtime: Always sleep on the human at night. If there are two (or more) of you, book end the human putting off the greatest heat. They will try and squirm but your sheer numbers and inert bodies will effectively keep them pinned.

Computers: 1: Only show interest in computers that are turned ON, the operator will need your help.
2: Monitors are bad for human eyes. It might ruin your owner's sight and cause them to buy less cat food. Always get in between the monitor and the person operating the computer. For best results, stands as close to the monitor as possible. If you are removed, go and sulk in a corner for a minute, then repeat. Look as innocent as possible.
3: Keyboards are great to lie down on. Make yourself as comfortable as possible. Marching over the keyboard several times is fun too. Practice aiming at alt-F4, N, and ctrl-alt-del.
4: Always chase the mouse. Your owner can't blame you for this, since it's your feline instinct to chase mice.
5: Floppy disk make great scratching posts. Nothing beats floppies when it's time to sharpen your nails.


English in Non-English Speaking Countries
Examples of how English is being used in other parts of the world:


Tale of the Sandwich Trailer
Here's the background:

Ian works in a coffee, bagels, and sandwiches trailer on the campus of UNH. (The University of New Hampshire) Vinnie is his boss and the owner of the truck, and yes, according to Ian, this actually happened. Ian is telling the story.

Girl: Yes, I'd like a milk with some coffee in it.
Ian: So, that's just a splash of coffee in some milk?
Girl: No, a regular amount of milk, but not coffee.
Ian: Is there more milk or coffee?
Girl: Oh, definitely more coffee.
Ian: So that's a coffee with some extra milk.
Girl: Just the usual amount of milk.
Ian: A coffee with milk.
Girl: Yes.
Ian: Anything else?
Girl: A little extra milk, and do you have coffee with no caffine?
Ian: We do have decaf.
Girl: No, I don't want decaf, I just want some coffee without the caffine.
Ian: Ma'am, that's what decaf means, no caffine.
Girl: Oh, then do you have milk with no caffine?
Ian: Milk doesn't come with caffine.
Girl: Yes it does.
Ian>: Not that I know of, where do you get your milk?
Girl: It doesn't say caffine free on the milk so it must have caffine.
Ian: Oh you're right, my mistake, I forgot that we only get the decaf milk. We only have decaf milk. Anything else?
Girl: Do you have any bagals?
Vinnie (who has been listening the entire time): Sorry, we don't have any decaf bagals.
Girl: Well what are those? (pointing at sesame bagals)
Vinnie: Those are sesame donuts with extra caffine added.
Girl: I guess I'll just take the coffee. Do you take credit cards?
Ian: No ma'am, cash only.
Girl: What about Visa?
Ian: Is that a credit card?
Girl: Well, yes.
Vinnie: Is it cash?
Girl: No.
Vinnie: Well then, we can't take it.
Girl: What about checks?
Ian: Cash, ma'am, nothing else.
Girl: Ok. How much was that?
Vinnie: Eleven dollars and 45 cents.
Girl: Really?
Vinnie: New war in Alaska is ruining the coffee business, plus you wanted the coffee with no caffine, that's hard to find now, had to grow it myself.
Girl: Ok. (Proceeds to write check)
Vinnie: Please leave.
Girl: Why?
Vinnie: You're raising my blood preasure, leave now.
Girl: But what about my coffee?
Vinnie: Leave and never return.

She leaves, but pays the $11.45 firsr. Seriously.


Silence is Golden
Steve went shopping for a new motorcycle. He finally found one for a great price, but it was missing a seal, so whenever it rained he had to smear vaseline over the spot where the seal would be. Of course, this means he has to cart a container of Vaseline around with him whenever he's out on the bike.

Anyway, his girlfriend was having him over for dinner to meet her parents. He rode his new bike to her house, where she was outside waiting for him. She told him, "No matter what happens at dinner tonight, don't say a word. Our family had a fight a while ago about doing dishes. We haven't done any since, but we agreed that the first person to speak at dinner has to do them."

Steve entered the house, sat down for dinner and it was just how she described it - dishes were piled up to the ceiling in the kitchen, and nobody was saying a word. So Steve decided to have a little fun. He grabbed his girlfriend, threw her on the table and had sex with her in front of her parents. His girlfriend was a little flustered, her dad was obviously livid, and her mom horrified when he sat back down, but no one said a word.

A few minutes later he grabbed her mom, threw her on the table and did a repeat performance. Now his girlfriend was furious, her dad was boiling, and her mother was a little happier. But still there was complete silence at the table.

All of the sudden there was a loud clap of thunder, and it started to rain. Steve remembered his motorcycle. He jumped up and grabbed his jar of Vaseline.

Upon witnessing this, his girlfriend's father backed away from the table and screamed, "OKAY, ENOUGH ALREADY, I'LL DO THE DAMN DISHES!!"


Laws of Work

Five-Year Solitary
Three tourists were traveling in South America: an Irishman, a Frenchman and a blond American. They all found themselves in a bar in a small Latin American country which was ruled by a strict dictator. As luck would have it, they got into an argument and a bar fight soon started. The local military police arrived and arrested them. At their trial before a tribunal, they learned their luck was even worse than they had thought. The bar was owned by the brother of the dictator. The three of them were promptly sentenced to five years in solitary confinement. Before they were taken away to prison, the judge said, "You are foreigners to our country. I will grant you each one favor. You may choose one item to help you pass the time in our prison. What do you wish for?" The Irishman asked for a five years supply of fine Irish whiskey. The Frenchman asked for a five year supply of fine French wine. The blond American requests a five year supply of cigarettes. The judge grants all three requests. The three were led off to prison and thrown into individual cells down in the dark, damp basement of the prison. Five years later they were let out one by one. First the Irishman was released. He staggered out, drunk, barely able to stand, and quickly stumbled out of the prison without saying a word. The Frenchman was released next. He swaggered out, rather drunk himself, and walked out into freedom. The blond American was released last. He stepped out into freedom and said, "Does anyone have a %&$*&@# match?"
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Bump Removal
A carpet layer had just finished installing carpet for a lady. He stepped out for a smoke, only to realize that he had lost his cigarettes. When he re-entered the house, he noticed in the middle the room, under the carpet, a bump. "No sense pulling up the entire floor for one pack of smokes," he said to himself. He proceeded to take his hammer and flatten the bump. As he was cleaning up, the lady came in. "Here," she said, handing him his pack of cigarettes. "I found them in the hallway. Now," she said, "if only I could find my daughter's pet hamster."
Brilliant Quotes From Management
Recently, a magazine ran a contest. They were looking for people to submit quotes from their real-life managers. Here are some of the submissions:

As of tomorrow, employees will only be able to access the building using individual security cards. Pictures will be taken next Wednesday and employees will receive their cards in two weeks. (This was the winning quote from Fred Dales at Microsoft Corp in Redmond, WA.)

What I need is a list of specific unknown problems we will encounter. (Lykes Lines Shipping)

E-mail is not to be used to pass on information or data. It should be used only for company business (Accounting manager, Electric Boat Company)

This project is so important, we can't let things that are more important interfere with it.(Advertising/Marketing manager, United Parcel Service)

Doing it right is no excuse for not meeting the schedule. No one will believe you solved this problem in one day! We've been working on it for months. Now, go act busy for a few weeks and I'll let you know when it's time to tell them. (R&D supervisor, Minnesota Mining and Manufacturing/3M Corp.)

My Boss spent the entire weekend retyping a 25-page proposal that only needed corrections. She claims the disk I gave her was damaged and she couldn't edit it. The disk I gave her was write-protected. (CIO of Dell Computers)

Quote from the Boss: "Teamwork is a lot of people doing what I say." (Marketing executive, Citrix Corporation)

"How About Friday?" My sister passed away and her funeral was scheduled for Monday. When I told my Boss, he said she died so that I would have to miss work on the busiest day of the year. He then asked if we could change her burial to Friday. He said, "That would be better for me." (Shipping executive, FTD Florists)

"We know that communication is a problem, but the company is not going to discuss it with the employees." (Switching supervisor, AT&T Long Lines Division)

We recently received a memo from senior management saying: "This is to inform you that a memo will be issued today regarding the subject mentioned above." (Microsoft, Legal Affairs Division)

One day my Boss asked me to submit a status report to him concerning a project I was working on. I asked him if tomorrow would be soon enough. He said "If I wanted it tomorrow, I would have waited until tomorrow to ask for it!" (New business manager, Hallmark Greeting Cards.)

Speaking the Same Language: As director of communications, I was asked to prepare a memo reviewing our company's training programs and materials. In the body of the memo one of the sentences mentioned the "pedagogical approach" used by one of the training manuals. The day after I routed the memo to the executive committee, I was called into the HR director's office, and told that the executive vice president wanted me out of the building by lunch. When I asked why, I was told that she wouldn't stand for "perverts" (pedophilia?) working in her company. Finally he showed me her copy of the memo, with her demand that I be fired - and the word "pedagogical" circled in red. The HR manager was fairly reasonable, and once he looked the word up in his dictionary, and made a copy of the definition to send back to her, he told me not to worry. He would take care of it. Two days later a memo to the entire staff came out directing us that no words which could not be found in the local Sunday newspaper could be used in company memos. A month later, I resigned. In accordance with company policy, I created my resignation memo by pasting words together from the Sunday paper. (Taco Bell Corporation)

This gem is the closing paragraph of a nationally-circulated memo from a large communications company: "(Company name) is endeavorily determined to promote constant attention on current procedures of transacting business focusing emphasis on innovative ways to better, if not supersede, the expectations of quality!" (Lucent Technologies)


Art Appreciation
Two old ladies were walking through a museum and got separated. When they ran into each other later the first lady said to the second, "Oh My! Did you see that statue of the naked man back there?" The second lady replied, "Yes! I was absolutely shocked! How can they display such a thing! My gosh the penis on it was so large!" Where upon the first lady accidentally blurted out, "Yeah, and cold, too!"
The Gift
A young man wanted to purchase a gift for his new sweetheart for Valentine's day, but they had not been dating very long. After careful consideration, he decided a pair of gloves would strike the right note: romantic but not too personal. Accompanied by his sweetheart's younger sister, he went to Nordstrom's and bought a pair of white gloves. The sister purchased a pair of panties for herself. During the wrapping, the clerk mixed up the items and the sister got the gloves and the sweetheart got the panties. Without checking the contents, the young man sealed the package and sent it to his sweetheart with the following note:

"I chose these because I noticed that you are not in the habit of wearing any when we go out in the evening. If it had not been for your sister, I would have chosen the long ones with the buttons but she wears short ones that are easier to remove. These are a delicate shade, but the lady I bought them from showed me the pair she had been wearing for the past three weeks and they were hardly soiled. I had her try yours on for me and she looked really smart. I wish I was there to put them on for you the first time as no doubt other hands will come in contact with them before I have a chance to see you again. When you take them off, remember to blow in them before putting them away as they will naturally be a little damp from wearing. Just think how many times I will kiss them during the coming year! I hope you will wear them for me on Friday night." All my love.


Only in America....

Hitching a Ride
A young, lonely guy driving across the country decided to pick up a stunning, blonde hitchhiker. A few miles into the trek, the blonde started coming onto him, so needless to say, he pulled over to the side of the desolate, deserted road so she could give him some oral pleasure. Once his pants were down to his ankles, the blonde surprised him with a gun and bound his wrists to his ankles. Then, she robbed him of his wallet and clothes, and drove off with his car. Once she was out of sight, the man struggled to his feet and began hopping alongside the road in a desperate attempt to get someone's help. A short time later, a trucker pulled up alongside the troubled man. "What happened to you?" asked the trucker, with a grin. The man explained his plight. The trucker stepped down from his truck, and as he unzipped his pants he remarked, "This just ain't been your day, has it boy!"
Santa Claus: An Engineer's Perspective
I. There are approximately 2 billion children (persons under 18) in the world. However, since Santa does not visit children of Muslim, Hindu, Jewish, Jehovah's Witnesses, or Buddist religions, this reduces the workload on Christmas night to 15% of the total, or 378 million (according to the Population Reference Bureau). At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, that comes to 108 million homes, presuming that there is at least one good child in each.

II. Santa has about 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time zones and rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west (which seems logical). This works out to 967.7 visits per second. This is to say that for each Christian household with at a good child, Santa has around 1/1000th of a second to park the sleigh, jump out, go down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left for him, get back up the chimney, jump in the sleigh, and move on to the next house.
(That's why it's really pointless to stay up and wait for him....)
Assuming that each of these 108 million stops is evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course, we know to be false, but will accept for the purposes of our calculations), we are now talking about 0.78 miles per household; a total trip of 75.5 million miles, not counting bathroom breaks. This means that Santa's sleigh is moving at 650 miles per second, 3000 times the speed of sound. For the purposes of comparison, the fastest man-made vehicle, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a pokey 75.4 miles per second, and a conventional reindeer can run (at best) 15 miles per hour.

III. The payload of the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child has nothing more than a medium-sized Lego set (two pounds), the sleigh is carrying over 500 thousand tons, not counting Santa himself. On land, a conventional reindeer can pull nothing more than 300 pounds. Even granted that "flying" reindeer could pull ten times the normal amount, the job can't be done with eight or nine of them; Santa would need 360,000 of them. This increases the payload, not counting the sleigh itself, another 54,000 tons, or roughly seven times the weight of the Queen Elizibeth (the ship, not the monarch).

IV. 600,000 tons traveling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air resistance; this would heat up the reindeer in the same fasion as a spacecraft re-entering the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer would absorb 14.3 quintillion joules of energy per second each. In short, they would burst into flames almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them and causing deafening sonic booms in their wake. The entire reindeer team would be vaporized within 4.2 thousandths of a second, or right about the time Santa reaches the fifth house on his trip. Not that it matters, however, since Santa, as a result of accelerating from a dead stop to 650 miles per second in .001 seconds, would be subjected to centrifugal forces of 17,500 G's. A 250 pound Santa (which seem ludicrously slim) would be pinned to the back of the sleigh by 4,315,015 pound of force, instantly crushing his bones and organs and reducing him to a quivering blob of pink goo.

V. Therefore, if Santa did exist, he's dead now.


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Coke Bottle Fun
A guy has been asking out the prettiest girl in town for a date and finally she agrees to go out with him. He takes her to a nice restaurant, buys her a fancy dinner with expensive wine, and on the way home he pulls over to the side of the road to a secluded spot. They start necking and he's getting pretty excited. He starts to reach under her skirt and she stops him, saying she's a virgin and wants to remain that way. "Well, ok," he says, "How 'bout a blowjob?" "EEEEyyyyeeeewwww!" she screams, "I'm not putting that thing in my mouth!" He says, "Well then, how about a hand job?" "I've never done that before," she says. "What do I have to do?" "Well," he answers, "remember when you were a kid and used to shake up a coke bottle and spray your brother with it?" She nods. "Well, it's just like that." So he pulls it out and she grabs hold of it and starts shaking it. A few minutes later, his head flops back on the headrest, his eyes roll back in his head, wax shoots out his ears, and he screams out in pain. "What's wrong?" she cries out, to which he replies, "TAKE YOUR THUMB OFF THE END!!!!"
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Divert Your Course
This is the actual radio conversation of a US naval ship with Canadian authorities off the coast of Newfoundland in October 1995. Radio conversation released by chief of naval operations, 10-10-95.

Canadians: Please divert your course 15 degrees to the south to avoid a collision.

Americans: Recommend you divert your course 15 degrees to the north to avoid a collision.

Canadians: Negative. You will have to divert your course 15 degrees to the south to avoid a collision.

Americans: This is the captain of a US Navy ship. I say again, divert YOUR course.

Canadians: No, I say again, divert YOUR course.

Americans: This is the aircraft carrier USS Lincoln, the second largest ship in the US Atlantic Fleet. We are accompanied by three destroyers, three cruisers, and numerous support craft. I DEMAND that you change your course 15 degrees to the north. I say again, that's one-five degrees north, or countermeasures will me taken to ensure the safety of this ship.

Canadians: This is a lighthouse. Your call.


The Third Presidential Debate
Jim Lehrer: Welcome to the third presidential debate between Vice President Al Gore and Gov. George W. Bush. The candidates have agreed on these rules: I will ask a question. The candidate will ignore the question and deliver rehearsed remarkes designed to appeal to undecided women voters. The opponent will then have one minute to respond by trying to frighten senior citizens into voting for him. When a speaker's time has expired, I will whimper softly while he continues to spew incomprehensible statistics for three more minutes. Let's start with the Vice President. Mr. Gore, can you give us the name of a downtrodden citizen and then tell us his or her story in a way that strains the bounds of common sense?

Al Gore: As I was aying to Tipper last night after we tenderly made love the way we have so often during the 30 years of our rock-solid marriage, the downtrodden have a clear voice in this election. My opponent wants to cut taxes for the richest 1% of Americans. I, on the other hand, want to put the richest 1% in an ironclad lockbox so they can't hurt old people like Roberta Frampinhamper, who is here tonight. Mrs. Frampinghamper has been selling her internal organs, one by one, so she could pay for gas to make it to this debate and personify problems for me. Also, her poodle has arthritis.

Jim Lehrer: Governor Bush, your rebuttal.

George Bush: Governors are on the front lines every day, hugging people, crying with them, relieving suffering anywhere a photo opportunity exists. I want to empower those crying people to make their own decisions, unlike my opponent, whose mother is not Barbara Bush.

Jim Lehrer: Let's turn to foreign affairs. Governor Bush, Slobodan Milosevic were to launch a bid to return to power in Yugoslavia, would you be able to pronounce his name?

George Bush: The current administration had eight years to deal with that guy and didn't get it done. If elected, the first thing I would do is have Dick Cheney confer with our allies. And then Dick would present me several options for dealing with that guy. And then Dick would tell me which one to choose. You know, as governor of Texas, I have to make tough foreign policy decisions every day about how we're going to deal with New Mexico.

Jim Lehrer: Mr Gore, your rebuttal.

Al Gore: Foreign policy is something I've always been keenly interested in. I served my country in Vietnam. I had an uncle who was a victim of poison gas in World War I. I myself lost a leg in the Franco-Prussian War. And when that war was over, I came home and tenderly made love to Tipper in a way that any undecided female voter would find romantic. If I'm entrusted with the office of president, I pledge to deal knowledgeably with any threat, foreign or domestic, by putting it in an ironclad lockbox. Because the American people deserve a President who can comfort them with simple metaphors.

Jim Lehrer: Vice President Al Gore, how would you reform the social security system?

Al Gore: It's a vital issue, Jim. That's why Joe Lieberman and I have proposed changing the laws of mathmatics to allow us to give $50,000 to every senior citizen without having it cost the federal Treasury a single penny until 2250. In additon, my budget commits $60 trillion over the next ten years to guarantee that all senior citizen have drugs delivered to their door free every Monday by a federal employee who will also help them with the childproof cap.

Jim Lehrer: Governor Bush?

George Bush: That's fuzzy math. I know, because as governor of Texas I do math every day. I have to add up the numbers and decide whether I'm going to fill potholes out on Route 36 east of Abiline or or commit funds to reroof the sheep barn of the Texas state fairgrounds.

Jim Lehrer: It's time for closing statements.

Al Gore: I'm my own man. I may not be the most exciting polititian, but I will fight for the working families of America, in addition to turning the White House into a lusty pit of marital love for Tipper and me.

George Bush: It's time to set aside the partisanship of the past and elect no one but Republicans.

Jim Lehrer: Good night.


Relief for a Stressful Day
Picture yourself near a stream.

Birds are singing in the cool, crisp mountain air.

Nothing can bother you here. No one knows your secret place. You are in complete seclution.

The soothing sound of a gentle waterfall fills the air with a cascade of serenity.

You can easily make out the face of the person you are holding under the water.

There. Feeling better?


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The Dart Team
Doris and Fred had started their retirement years and decided to raise some extra cash by advertising for a tenant for their terrace house. After a few days, a young attractive woman applied for the room and explained that she was a model working in a nearby city center studio for a few weeks and that she would like the room from Mondays to Thursdays, but would pay for the whole week. Doris showed her the house and they agreed to start straight away. "There's just one problem," explained the model. "Because of my job, I have to take a bath every night, and I notice you don't have a bath." "That's not a problem," replied Doris. "We have a tin bath out in the yard and we bring it in to the living room in front of the fire and fill it with hot water." "What about your husband?" asked the model. "Oh, he plays darts most weekdays, so he will be out in the evenings," replied Doris. "Good," said the model. "Now that that's settled, I'll go to the studio and see you tonight." That evening, Fred dutifully went to his darts match while Doris prepared the bath for the model. After stripping off, the model stepped into the bath. Doris was amazed to see that she had no pubic hair. The model noticed Doris's staring eyes, so she smiled and explained that it is part of her job to shave herself, especially when modeling swimwear or underclothes. Later when Fred returned, Doris related this oddity and he did not believe her. "It's true, I tell you!" said Doris. "Look, if you don't believe me, tomorrow night I'll leave the curtains slightly open and you can peek in and see for yourself." The next night, Fred left as usual and Doris prepared the bath for the model. As the model stepped naked into the bath, Doris stood behind her. Doris looked towards the curtains and pointed towards the model's naked pubic area. Then she lifted up her skirt and, wearing no panties, pointed to her own hairy mass. Later Fred returned and they retired to bed. "Well, do you believe me now?" she asked Fred. "Yes," he replied. "I've never seen anything like it in my life. But why did you lift up your skirt and show yourself?" "Just to show you the difference." answered Doris. "But I guess you've seen me millions of times." "Yes," said Fred, "I have - but the rest of the dart team hadn't."
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The Big Question
Jane was a first time contestant on a $64,000 quiz show, where you have to answer questions to win the cash prize. Lady luck had smiled in her favor, as Jane had a gained substantial lead over her opponents. She even managed to win the game but, unfortunately, time had run out before the show's host could ask her the big question. Needless to say, Jane agreed to return the following day. Jane was nervous and fidgety as her husband drove them home. "I've just gotta win tomorrow. I wish I knew what the answers are. You know I'm not going to sleep at all tonight. I will probably look like garbage tomorrow. "Relax, honey," her husband, Roger, reassured her, "It will all be OK." Ten minutes after they arrived home, Roger grabbed the car keys and started heading out the door. "Where are you going?" Jane asked. "I have a little errand to run. I should be back soon." he replied. Jane waited impatiently for Roger's return. After an agonizing 3 hour absence, Roger returned, sporting a very wide and wicked grin. "Honey, I managed to get tomorrow's question and answer!" "What is it?" she cried excitedly. "OK. The question is 'What are the three main parts of the male anatomy?' And the answer is 'The head, the heart, and the penis.'" Shortly after that, the couple went to sleep with Jane, now feeling confident and at ease, plummeting into a deep and restful slumber. At 3:30 in the morning, however, Jane was shaken awake by Roger, who was asking her the quiz show question. "The head, the heart, and the penis," Jane replied groggily before returning to sleep. Roger asked her again in the morning, this time as Jane was brushing her teeth and, once again, Jane replied correctly. So it was that Jane was once again on the set of the quiz show. Even though she knew the question and answer, she could feel the butterflies conquering her stomach and nervousness running through her veins. The cameras began running and the host, after reminding the audience of the previous day's events, faced Jane and asked the big question. "Jane, for $64,000, what are the three main parts of the male anatomy? You have 10 seconds." "Hmm, uhm, the head?" she said nervously. "Very good. Six seconds." "Eh, uh, the heart?" "Very good! Four seconds." "I, uhh, ooooooohh, darn! My husband drilled it into me last night and I had it on the tip of my tongue this morning." "That's close enough!" said the game show host, "CONGRATULATIONS, YOU HAVE WON $64,000!!!"
At the Science Fair
A freshman won first prize in his science fair. He was attempting to show how conditioned we have become to alarmists practicing junk science and spreading fear of everything in the environment. In his project he urged people to sign a petition demanding strict control or total elimination of the chemical "dihydrogen monoxide." And for plenty of good reasons, since it:

He asked 50 people if they supported a ban of the chemical. 43 said yes, 6 were undecided, and only one person knew that the chemical was water.


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Correctly Spelling "Potato"
If GH can stand for P as in Hiccough
If OUGH can stand for O as in Dough
If PHTH can stand for T as in Phthisis
If EIGH can stand for A as in Neighbor
If TTE can stand for T as in Gazzette
If EAU can stand for O as in Plateau
Then the correct way to spell POTATO should be:

"GHOUGHPHTHEIGHTTEEAU"

Sloppy Floppy
One day, while returning to my desk after a routine call, one of our female employees flagged me down and asked for help. "My floppy drive won't work, can you help me?" she asked. I told her I'd take a look, and proceeded over to her machine, where I found shredded up clear plastic-baggie-like stuff hanging out of her 3.5" floppy drive. While I spent the next 20 minutes getting her disk out and digging out the plastic, I noticed two guys in the corner of the office trying awful hard to keep a straight face. Suspecting some mischief, I asked her how the plastic got into the drive. She said, "Oh, you mean the condom!" "Condom???" I replied. "Yes, John & Dave over there told me to always put a condom on my disk before inserting it, to prevent catching viruses" By this point John & Dave were roaring and it was all I could do to keep from joining them. The "condom" turned out to be a standard 3.5" plastic sleeve. I delicately explained to her that a practical joke had been played and she shouldn't do that anymore. Then she asked (as serious as she could), "Does that mean I don't have to stroke it ten times or blow on it either???"
Pet Names For Your Penis
(This is a penile parody of a song that I don't remember. A visual form of it can be found at Newgrounds, in the Portal)

Mutton, dagger, old blind Bob,
hanging Johnny, fishing rod, tally wacker, pocket rocket,
one-eyed monster, trouser trout,
ding-dong, ankle spanker,
pork sword, engine clanker,
harry hot dog, Davy Crocket,
Let it all hang out.

Pet names for genitalia,
You know the girls think of them,
And you gotta love them.
Pet names for genetalia,
There's always something silly
about little Willie.

Wang, wazoo, weenie, whacker,
pecker, pee-pee, kidney cracker,
heat-seeking moisture missle,
giggle stick, love whistle,
tube steak, uncle Dick,
this is getting really sick.
I'm not through, there's one more,
Purple Helmet Warrior!

(This makes much more sense if you check out the thing on Newgrounds like I mentioned.)


Railroad Gauges
The US Standard railroad gauge (distance between the rails) is 4 feet, 8.5 inches. That's an exceedingly odd number. Why was that gauge used? Because that's the way they built them in England, and the US railroads were built by English expatriates. Why did the English people build them like that? Because the first rail lines were built by the same people who built the pre-railroad tramways, and that's the gauge they used. Why did "they" use that gauge then? Because the people who built the tramways used the same jigs and tools that they used for building wagons, which used that wheel spacing. Okay! Why did the wagons use that odd wheel spacing? Well, if they tried to use any other spacing the wagons would break on some of the old, longdistance roads, because that's the spacing of the old wheel ruts. So who built these old rutted roads? The first long distance roads in Europe were built by Imperial Rome for the benefit of their legions. The roads have been used ever since. And the ruts? The initial ruts, which everyone else had to match for fear of destroying their wagons, were first made by Roman war chariots. Since the chariots were made for or by Imperial Rome they were all alike in the matter of wheel spacing. Thus, we have the answer to the original question. The United States standard railroad gauge of 4 feet, 8.5 inches derives from the original specification for an Imperial Roman army war chariot. Specs and Bureaucracies live forever. So, the next time you are handed a specification and wonder what horse's ass came up with it, you may be exactly right. Because the Imperial Roman chariots were made to be just wide enough to accommodate the back ends of two war horses.

Now the twist to the story....

There's an interesting extension of the story about railroad gauge and horses' behinds. When we see a Space Shuttle sitting on the launch pad, there are two big booster rockets attached to the sides of the main fuel tank. These are the solid rocket boosters, or SRBs. The SRBs are made by Thiokol at a factory in Utah. The engineers who designed the SRBs might have preferred to make them a bit fatter, but the SRBs had to be shipped by train from the factory to the launch site. The railroad line to the factory runs through a tunnel in the mountains. The SRBs had to fit through that tunnel. The tunnel is slightly wider than a railroad track, and the railroad track is about as wide as two horses' behinds. So a major design feature of what is arguably the world's most advanced transportation system was determined by the width of a horse's ass!


Signs You're at a Bad McDonalds's

Airplane Repair Logs
Some entires from the mechanic's logs of repairs done on airplanes:

Discrepancy: Lest inside main tire almost needs replacement.
Corrective Action: Almost replaced left inside main tire.

Discrepancy: Test flight OK, although autoland very rough.
Corrective Action: Autoland not installed on this aircraft.

Discrepancy: Something loose in cockpit.
Corrective Action: Something tightened in cockpit.

Discrepancy: Evidence of hydraulic leak on right main landing gear.
Corrective Action: Evidence removed.

Discrepancy: Number three engine missing.
Corrective Action: Engine found on right wing after brief search.

Discrepancy: IFF inoperative.
Corrective Action: IFF inorerative in OFF mode.

Discrepancy: DME volume unbelievably loud.
Corrective Action: DME volume set to more believable level.

Discrepancy: Autopilot in altitude hold mode produces a 200 fpm descent.
Corrective Action: Could not reproduce problem on the ground.


Forms of Government
Socialism: You have to cows, you give one to your neighbor.

Communism: You have two cows, the government takes both and gives you the milk.

Fascism: You have two cows, the government takes both and sells you the milk.

Nazism: You have two cows, the government takes both and shoots you.

Capitalism: You have two cows, you sell one and buy a bull.

Anarchy: You have two cows, you shoot the government agent and steal another.


Handle With Care
A very shy guy goes into a bar and sees a beautiful woman sitting at the bar. After about an hour of gathering up his courage, he finally goes over to her and asks, tentatively, "Um, would you mind if I chatted with you for awhile?" She responds by yelling, at the top of her lungs, "No, I won't sleep with you tonight!" Everyone in the bar is now stareing at them. Natureally, the guy is completely and hopelessly embarrased and slinks back to his table. After a few minutes, the woman walks over to him and apologizes. She smiles at him and says, "Sorry if I embarrassed you. You see, I'm a graduate student in psychology and I'm studying how people respond to embarrassing situations." To which he responds, at the top of his lungs, "What do you mean $200?"
Medical Records
The following quotes were taken from actual medical records, as dictated by physicians:


Size Options
The first time I went to a drug store to buy condoms, I was waited on by a beautiful young woman. She asked what size I wanted and I said I wasn't sure. So she asked how big I was and I said, "Compared to what?" She held up one finger and asked if I was that big. I said, "I'm bigger than that." Then she held up two fingers and asked if I was that big. I said, "I'm bigger than that." Then she held up three fingers and asked if I was that big. I said, "I'm about that big." She put the three fingers in her mouth and said, "You're a medium."
Idiot Olympic Questions
Here are some classic questions that were asked of the Sydney Olympic Committee via their website, and answers supplied where appropriate.

Q: Does it ever get windy in Australia? I have never seen it rain on TV, so how do the plants grow? (UK)
A: Upwards, out of the ground, like the person who asked this question, who themselves will need watering if their IQ drops any lower.

Q: Will I be able to see kangaroos in the street? (USA)
A: It depends on how much beer you've consumed.

Q: Which direction should I drive- Perth to Darwin, or Darwin to Perth- to avoid driving with the sun in my eyes? (Germany)
A: Excellant question, considering the Olympics are being held in Sydney.

Q: I want to walk from Perth to Sydney; can I follow the railroad tracks? (Sweeden)
A: Sure, it's only 3,000 miles, so you'll need to have started about a year ago in order to get there by this October.

Q: Is it safe to run around the bushes in Australia? (Sweeden)
A: And do what?

Q: It is imperetive that I know the names and addresses of places to contact for a stuffed porpoise. (Italy)
A: I'm not touching this one....

Q: My client wants to take a steel pooper-scooper into Australia. Will you let her in? (South Africa)
A: You know, we do have toilet paper here....

Q: Are there any ATM's in Australia? Can you send me a list of them in Brisbane, Cairns, Townsville, and Hervey Bay? (UK)

Q: Where can I learn underwater welding in Australia? (Portugal)

Q: Do camels in Australia have one hump or two? (UK)

Q: Can I bring cutlery into Australia? (UK)
A: Why bother? Use your fingers like the rest of us.

Q: Do you have perfume in Australia? (France)
A: No. Everyone stinks.

Q: Do tents exist in Australia? (Germany)
A: Yes, but only in sporting supply stores, people's garages, and most national parks.

Q: Can I wear high heels in Australia? (UK)
A: This one HAS to be by a blonde....

Q: Can you tell me areas in Tasmania where the female population is smaller then the male population?
A: Yes, gay nightclubs. (Italy)

Q: Do you celebrate Christmas in Australia? (France)
A: Yes. At Christmas.

Q: Can I drive to the Great Barrier Reef? (Germany)
A: Sure, if your vehicle is amphibious.

Q: Are there killer bees in Australia? (Germany)
A: Not yet, but we'll see what we can have when you get here.

Q: Can you give me some information on hippo racing in Australia? (USA)
A: What's this guy smoking, and where can I get some?

Q: Are there supermarkets in Sydney and is milk avaliable all year round? (Germany)
A: Another blonde?

Q: Please send a list of all doctors in Australia who can provide rattlesnake serum. (USA)
A: I love this one.... there are no rattlesnakes in Australia.

Q: Which direction is North in Australia? (USA)
A: Face North and you should be about right.

Q: Can you send me the Vienna Boy's Choir schedule? (USA)
A: Americans have long had considerable trouble distinguishing between Australia and Austria.

Q: I have a question about a famous animal in Australia, but forgot its name. It's kind of a bear and lives in trees.(USA)

Q: I have developed a product that is the fountain of youth. Can you tell me where I can sell it in Australia? (USA)
A: Liz Taylor, perhaps?

Q: Are there places in Australia where you can make love outdoors? (Italy)
A: Yes. Outdoors.

Q: Will I be able to speek English most places I go? (USA)
A: Yes, but you have to learn it first.


New State Slogans

It's a Crime!

Clinton and the Tinanic
Remember all the stuff about the similarities between Lincoln and Kennedy? This describes amazing similarities between President Clinton and the Titanic:

Titanic Video: $9.99 on the internet.
Clinton Video: $9.99 on the internet.

Titanic: over 3 hours long
Clinton: over 3 hours long

Titanic: the story of Jack and Rose, their forbidden love, and subsequent tragedy
Clinton: the story of Bill and Monica, their forbidden love, and subsequent tragedy

Titanic: Villin: White Star Line
Clinton: Villin: Ken Starr

Titanic: Jack is a starving artist
Clinton: Bill is a BS artist

Titanic: At one point, Jack enjoys a good cigar
Clinton: Ditto for Bill.

Titanic: during the ordeal, Rose's dress gets ruined
Clinton: ditto for Monica

Titanic: Jack teaches Rose to spit
Clinton: let's not go there

Titanic: Behind the scenes: Leonardo DiCaprio is wildly popular
Clinton: Behind the scenes: Bill Clinton's approval rating is 70%

Titanic: Rose goes down on a vessel full of seamen
Clinton: Monica, uh.... never mind.

Titanic: Jack surrenders to an icy death.
Clinton: Bill goes home to Hillary.


I Want One!
A Frenchwoman took her daughter to the Louve where they saw a statue of a nude male. "What's that?" the child asked, pointing at the penis. "Nothing, nothing at all," replied the mother. "I want one," said the child. The mother tried to focus her daughter's attention on more suitable matter, but the child persisted. I want one just like that," she kept repeating. At last the mother said, "If you're a good girl and stop thinking about it now, when you grow up, you'll have one." "And if I'm bad?" the girl asked. "Then," sighed the mother, "you will have many."
Tips From Officer Friendly

Sexual-Sounding Phrases in Football

Diet Rules For Cheaters

EuroEnglish
The European Union commissioners have announced that agreement has been reached to adopt English as the preferred language for European communications, rather than German, which was the other possibility. As part of negotiations, her Majesty Government conceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a five-year phased plan for what will be known as EuroEnglish (Euro for short).

In the first year, "s" will be used instead of the soft "c". Sertainly, sivil servants will reseive this news with joy. Also, the hard "c" will be replased with "k". Not only will this klear up konfusion, but typewriters kan have one less letter.

There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year, when the troublesome "ph" will be replased by "f". This will make words like "fotograf" 20 per sent shorter.

In the third year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible. Governments will enkourage the removal of double letters, which have always been a deterent to akurate speling. Also, al wil agre that the horible mes of silent "e"s in the languag is disgraful, and they would go.

By the forth year, peopl wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing "th" by "z" and "w" by "v". During ze fifz year ze unesesary "o" kan be dropd from vords kontaining "ou" and similar changes vud of kors be aplid to ozer kombinations of leters.

After zis fifz year, ve vil hav a reli sensibl riten styl. Zer vil be no mor trobls or difikultis and evrivum vil find it ezi tu understand ech ozer. Ze drem vil finali kum tru.


Church Bullitin Misprints

A Most Interesting Word
Perhaps one of the most interesting and colorful words in the English language today is the word "f*ck". It is the one magical word which, just by its sound, can describe pain, pleasure, love, and hate. In language, "f*ck" falls into many grammatical categories. It can be used as a verb, both transitive (John f*cked Mary) and intransitive (Mary was f*cked by John). It can be an action verb (John really gives a f*ck), a passive verb (Mary really doesn't give a f*ck), an adverb (Mary is f*cking interested in John), or as a noun (Mary is a terrific f*ck). It can also be used as an adjective (Mary is f*cking beautiful) or an interjection (F*ck! I'm late for my date with Mary). It can even be used as a conjunction (Mary is easy, f*ck she's also stupid). It's also the only infix in American English (unf*ckingbelievable).
As you can see, there are very few words with the overall versatility of the word "f*ck."
Aside from its sexual connotations, this incredible word can be used to describe many different situations:
It can be used in an anatomical description: "He's a f*cking asshole."
It can be used to tell time: "It's five f*cking thirty."
It can be used in business: "How did I wind up with this f*cking job?"
It can be maternal: "Motherf*cker"
It can be political: "F*ck Dan Quayle!"
Also, out of all of the words in the English language that start with the letter F, "f*ck" is the only one referred to as "the f-word."
A Rude Drunk
Three guys are drinking in a bar when a drunk comes in, staggers up to them, and points at the guy in the middle, shouting, "Your mom's the best sex in town!" Everyone expects a fight, but the guy ignores him so the drunk wanders off and bellies up to the bar at the far end. Ten minutes later, the drunk comes back, points at the same guy, and says, "I just did you mom, and it was sw-e-et!" Again the guy refuses to take the bait, and the drunk goes back to the far end of the bar. Ten minutes later, he comes back and announces, "Your mom liked it!" Finally the guy interrupts, "Go home dad, you're drunk."
Airline Anecdotes
Occationally, airline flight attendants make an effort to make the "in-flight safety lecture" a bit more exciting. Here are some real examples that have been heard or reported:

"As we prepare for take-off, please make sure your tray tables and seat backs are in fully upright and in their most uncomfortable position."
"There are 50 ways to leave your lover, but only 6 ways to leave this aircraft."
"Your seat cushions can be used for flotation, and in the event of a water landing, please take them with our compliments."
"We do feature a smoking section on this aircraft; if you must smoke, contact a member of the flight crew and we will escort you to the wing of the airplane."
"Smoking in the lavatories is prohibited. Any person caught smoking in the lavatories will be asked to leave the plane immediately."
"Folks, we have reached cruising altitude, so I'm going to switch the seatbelt sign off. Feel free to move around as you wish, but please stay inside the plane until we leave.... it's a bit cold outside, and if you walk on the wings, it affects our flight pattern."
As we waited just off the runway for another airliner to cross in front of us, some of the passengers were beginning to retrieve luggage from the overhead bins. The head attendant announced on the intercom, "This aircraft is equipped with a video surveillance system that monitors the cabin during taxiing. Any passengers not remaining in their seats until the aircraft comes to a full and complete stop at the gate will be strip-searched as they leave the aircraft."
Once on a Southwest flight, the pilot said, "We've reached our cruising altitude now, and I'm turning off the seat belt sign. I'm switching to autopilot, too, so I can come back there and visit with all of you for the rest of the flight."
"Should the cabin lose preasure, oxygen masks will drop from the overhead area. Please place the bag over your own mouth and nose before assisting children or adults acting like children."
"As you exit the plane, please make sure to gather all of your belongings. Anything left behind will be distributed evenly among the flight attendants. Please do not leave children or spouses."
And from the pilot during his welcome message: "We are pleased to have some of the best flight attendants in the industry... Unfortunately none of them are on this flight...!"
An airline pilot wrote that on this particular flight he had hammered his ship into the runway really hard. The airline had a policy which required the first officer to stand at the door while the passengers exited, give a smile, and a "Thanks for flying XYZ airline." He said that in light of his bad landing, he had a hard time looking the passengers in the eye, thinking that someone would have a smart comment. Finally everyone had gotten off except for this little old lady walking with a cane. She said, "Sonny, mind if I ask you a question?" "Why no Ma'am," said the pilot, "What is it?" The little old lady said, "Did we land or were we shot down?"
Overheard on an American Airlines flight into Amarillo, Texas, on a particularly windy and bumpy day. During the final approach the Captain was really having to fight it. After an extremely hard landing, the Flight Attendant came on the PA and announced, "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Amarillo. Please remain in your seats with your seatbelts fastened while the Captain taxis what's left of our airplane to the gate!"
From a Southwest Airlines employee.... "Welcome aboard Southwest Flight XXX, to YYY. To operate your seatbelt, insert the metal tab into the buckle, and pull tight. It works just like every other seatbelt, and if you don't know how to operate one, you probably shouldn't be out in public unsupervised. In the event of a sudden loss of cabin pressure, oxygen masks will descend from the ceiling. Stop screaming, grab the mask, and pull it over your face. If you have a small child traveling with you, secure your mask before assisting with theirs. If you are traveling with two small children, decide now which one you love more."


True Translations

Rejected Dr. Seuss Books

Sexual One-Liners- REVISED!
What do a Rubix Cube and a penis have in common?
The longer you play with them, the harder they get.

How are pubic hairs like parsley?
You push them aside before you eat.

What is the ultimate definition of courage?
Two cannibals having oral sex.

How do you tell if you have a high sperm count?
Your date has to chew before she swallows.

How are electric trains like a mother's breasts?
They're both designed for children, but it's the father who always ends up playing with them.

Why did God invent alcohol?
So fat women can get laid too!

What do a pizza delivery man and a gynecologist have in common?
They can both smell it but they can't eat it.

What's the difference between a drug dealer and a prostitute?
The prostitute can wash her crack and sell it again. What do you say to a virgin when she sneezes?
Goes-in-tight!

What does a 72-year-old snatch taste like?
Depends....

What did Cinderella do when she got to the ball?
Gagged!

What happened to the Pope when he went to Mt. Olive?
Popeye almost killed him.

How many perverts does it take to put in a light bulb
Only one, but it takes the entire emergency room to get it out.

What did the Indian say when the white man tied his penis in a knot?
"How come?"

What is the difference between a genealogist and a gynecologist?
A genealogist looks up your family tree, and a gynecologist looks up your family bush.

How do you piss off Winnie the Pooh?
By sticking your finger in his honey.

What's the definition of a teenager?
God's punishment for enjoying sex.

How is a woman like a road?
Both have manholes.

What's the definition of a vagina?
The box a penis comes in.

What two words will clear out a men's restroom?
"Nice dick."

What do you call a truckload of vibrators?
Toys for Twats.

What's the definiton of eternity?
The length of time between when YOU come and SHE leaves.

What's the definition of indefinitely?
When your balls are slapping up against her ass, you're in.... definitely!

What do Kodak film and condoms have in common?
They both capture the moment.

Moms have Mother's Day and Dads have Father's Day, but what day do single people have?
Palm Sunday.

Why is being in the military like a blowjob?
The closer you get to discharge, the better you feel.

There's no business like show business,
But there's no job like a blowjob

What do dildos and soy beans have in common?
They're both used as substitute meat.

Why is sex like a game of bridge?
If you have a good hand, you don't need a partner.

How are airplanes and women alike?
They both have cockpits.

What do you call a smiling Roman with pubic hair between his teeth?
Gladiator!

Why is a woman like a condom?
They both spend more time on your wallet than on your pecker.

What is the similarity between a woman and Kentucky Fried Chicken?
By the time you've finished with the breast and thighs, all you have left is a greasy box to put your bone in.

How do you make 5 pounds of fat look good?
Put a nipple on it.

What should you do if your girlfriend starts smoking?
Slow down and use a lubricant.

What is the difference between oral sex and anal sex?
Oral sex makes your whole day, and anal sex make your hole weak.

When does a cub become a boy scout?
When he eats his first brownie.

How many men does it take to screw in a light bulb?
One.... Men will screw anything.

What is the difference between ooooh and aaaah?
About 3 inches.

What is the definition of a wicker box?
What Elmer Fudd wants to do to Madonna.


A Temorary Solution
I've been dating my girlfriend for a long time, and it's no secret that she's knockout beauty. And even though I'm delighted to have such a good-looking girlfriend, it was a big problem when we began dating each other. Every time I saw her, I'd get a massive erection. There was nothing I could do to control it. It just happened! Obviously, I didn't want to have this happen when I picked her up for our first date (at least not until after dinner). So I decided to tie my penis to my leg with a rope. I tied that thing down TIGHT, too. It would've worked great, but unfortunately my girlfriend answered the door in a sheer teddy. There was nothing I could do to control it: I kicked her right in the face!
Things Not to Say to a Police Officer

Lessons I've Learned
I've learned that you can't make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in.

I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just assholes.

I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and only suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.

I've learned that you can only get by on charm for about 15 minutes. After that, you'd better have a big dick or huge tits.

I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to others. They're more fu*ked up than you think.

I've learned that you can keep puking long after you think you're finished.

I've learned that we are responsible for what we do, unless we are celebrities.

I've learned that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades, and there had better be a lot of money to take its place.

I've learned that sometimes the ones you expect to kick you when you're down will be the ones who do.

I've learned that we don't have to ditch bad friends becaus their dysfunction makes us feel better about ourselves.

I've learned that no matter how hard you try to protect your children, they will eventually get arrested and end up in the local paper.

I've learned that the people you care about most in life are taken away from you too soon, and all the less important ones just never go away.


The Horse Race
Lineup:

AND THEY"RE OFF!
Conscience is left behind at the gate.
Jockey Shorts and Silk Panties are off in a hurry.
Heavy Bosom is being preasured.
Passionate Lady is caught between Thighs,
And Big Dick is in a dangerous spot.

At the halfway mark:
It's Bare Belly on top, Thighs open,
Big Dick is pressed in.
Heavy Bosom is being pressed hard against Clean Sheets,
Passionate Lady and Thighs are working hard on Bare Belly,
Bare Belly is under terrific preasure from Big Dick.

At the stretch:
Merry Cherry cracks under the strain,
Big Dick is making a final dive,
Bare Belly is in, and Passionate Lady is coming.

At the finish:
It's Big Dick giving everything he's got and
Passionate Lady takes everything it has to offer.
It looks like a dead heat, but Big Dick comes
through with one final thrust and wins by a head.
Bare Belly shows,
Thighs weakens,
Heavy Bosom pulls up,
and Clean Sheets never had a chance.


Satan's Punishment
Three men stood before Satan in Hell. One was unnaturally horney, the second loved food a bit too much, and the third was a MAJOR pothead. Satan said to them, "Seeing as you three aren't that bad, I've decided to lock you in a room containing whatever you want instead of giving you eternal punishment." The first guy, of course, asked for a room full of hot women. The second asked for a room with an unending supply of food. The third asked for an unending supply of weed. They were locked in their respective rooms, and after about 3,000 years (give or take a millinia) Satan went to check in on them. When he opened the door to the first room, he saw a lot of little kids running around and pregnant women all over the place. The first guy ran up to Satan and said, "You have to get me out of here!" Satan responded by slamming the door in his face. In the second room, Satan saw half-eaten food and shit all over the place, and a gigantic blob in the middle of the room. The blob said, sqeaked out, "Help me...." Satan again responded by slamming the door in his face. When he opened the door to the last room, the third guy ran up to Satan, tackled him, and yelled, "Got a light?!?!?!"
He's Cheating!
A woman suspects her husband is cheating on her. One day, she dials her home and a strange woman answers. The woman say, "Who is this?" "This is the maid," answers the other woman. "We don't have a maid," says the woman. The maid replies, "I was hired this morning by the man of the house." The woman then says, "Well, this is his wife. Where is he?" The maid replies, "He's up in the bedroom with someone who I figured was his wife." The woman is fuming. She says to the maid, "How would you like to make $50,000?" The maid says, "What will I have to do?" The woman replies, "I want you to get the gun from the desk, and shoot the jerk and the bitch he's with." The maid puts the phone down; the woman hears footsteps and the gunshots. The maid comes back to the phone, "What should I do with the bodies?" The woman says, "Throw them in the swimming pool." Puzzled, the maid answers, "There's no pool here." A long pause, and the woman says, "Is this 832-4821?"
Stupid Warning Labels
In case you need further proof that humanity is doomed through stupidity, here are some actual label instructions on consumer goods:
Actual Hiker Comments
These are actual comments left last year on Forest Service registration sheets and comment cards by backpackers completing wilderness camping trips:


Actual Headlines

The Dangers of Alcohol
Due to increasing products liability litigation, beer manufacturers have accepted the Medical Association's suggestion that the following warning labels be placed immediately on all beer containers:
WARNING: Consumption of alcohol:
Little Mary was not the best student in Sunday School. Usually she slept through the class. One day the teacher called on her while she was napping, "Tell me, Mary, who created the universe?" When Mary didn't stir, little Johnny, an altruistic seated in the chair behind her, took a pin and jabbed her in the rear. "God Almighty!" shouted Mary, and the teacher said, "Very good!" and Mary went back to sleep. A while later the teacher asked Mary, "Who is our Lord and Savior?" But Mary didn't even stir from her slumber. Once again, Johnny came to the rescue and struck her again. "Jesus Christ!" shouted Mary, and the teacher said, "Very good!" and Mary fell back asleep. Then the teacher asked Mary a third question: "What did Eve say to Adam after she had their 23rd child?" And again, Johnny jabbed her with the pin. This time Mary jumped up and shouted, "If you stick that damn thing in me one more time, I'll break it and half!" The teacher fainted.
Morning Prayer
Dear Lord,

So far today, I am doing all right. I have not gossiped, lost my temper, been greedy, nasty, selfish, or self-indulgant.

However, I am going to get out of bed in a few minutes, and I will need a lot more help after that.

Amen.


Viagra Does The Trick
A woman walks into her sex therapist's office and tells her that her husband is not a very good lover, and they never have sex anymore, and asks what to do about it. The therapist tells her that she has a new drug called Viagra that might do the trick. She tells the woman to give her husband one pill that night and come back in the morning and tell her what happened. The next day, the woman comes in ecstatic telling the therapist that the Viagra worked and she and her husband had the best sex ever. She asks her therapist what would happen if she gave her husband two pills and the therapist says she doesn't know, but to go ahead and try it. The next day, the same thing happens, the woman comes in telling the therapist that the sex was even better than the night before and what would happen if she gave him five pills. The therapist says she doesn't know, but to go ahead and try it. The next day, the woman comes in limp but happy, and tells the therapist that the sex just keeps getting better and what would happen if she gave her husband the rest of the bottle. The therapist says she doesn't know; it's a new drug and she doesn't know what a full bottle could do to a person. Anyway, the woman leaves the therapist's office and puts the rest of the bottle of pills in the husband's morning coffee. A week later, a boy walks into the therapist's office and says: "Are you the moron who gave my mother a bottle of Viagra?" "Why, yes, young man, I did. Why?" "Well, mom's dead, my sister's pregnant, my ass hurts, and dad's sitting' in the corner going "Here, kitty, kitty, kitty..."
Ten Dollar Jar
A new guy in town walks into a bar and notices a very large jar behind the bar. It's filled to the brim with ten dollar bills. The man guesses there must be thousands of dollars there. He approaches the bartender and asks him, "What's up with the jar?" The bartender tells him, "Well, you pay ten dollars and if you pass three tests then you get all of the money." "What are the three tests?" "Pay first. Those are the rules." So the guy gives him the ten bucks and the bartender adds it to the jar with the other bills. Bartender: "OK, here's what you have to do.... First you have to drink that whole gallon of pepper tequila, the WHOLE thing at once AND, you can't make a face while doing it. Second, there's a pit bull chained up out back with a sore tooth...you have to remove it with your bare hands. Third, there's a 90 year old woman upstairs who's never had an orgasm in her life. You gotta make things right for her." The man responds, "Well, I know I've paid my ten bucks but I'm not an idiot, I can't do all that... it's impossible! "Well, you asked, and I told you... those are the rules, and your money stays in the jar." Well, as time goes on and the man drinks a few, he asks, "Wherez zat teeqeelah?" He grabs the gallon of tequila with both hands, and downs it with a big slurp. Tears are streaming down his cheeks but he does not make a face. Next he staggers out back and soon all the people inside hear a huge scuffle going on. They hear barking, screams, yelps and growling, and eventually silence. Just when they think the man must surely be dead, he staggers back into the bar, with his shirt ripped to shreds and big scratches all over his body. "Now," he says, "where's that woman with the sore tooth?"
Actual Answering Machine Messages

Can You Guess Who?
Can you imagine working at the following Company? It has alittle over 500 employees with the following statistics: In 1998 alone, 84 were stopped for drunk driving. Can you guess which organization this is? Give up? It's the 535 members of the United States Congress. The same group that perpetually cranks out hundreds upon hundreds of new laws designed to keep the rest of us in line.
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Children's Books You Will Never See

The New Preist
A new priest at his first mass was so nervous he could hardly speak. After mass he asked the monsignor how he had done. The monsignor replied, "When I am worried about getting nervous on the pulpit, I put a glass of vodka next to the water glass. If I start to get nervous, I take a sip." So the next Sunday he took the monsignor's advice. At the beginning of the sermon, he got nervous and took a drink. He proceeded to talk up a storm. Upon return to his office after mass, he found the following note on his door:
A Cookie and a Cut
Little Suzie's mom took her to the hairdresser the other day for a haircut. She was getting a bit restless, so the mother gave her a cookie. The hairdresser was cutting Suzie's hair when she said, "Oh Suzie dear, you're getting hair on your cookie!" And little suzie said, "Yes, I know, and I'm getting BOOBIES too!"
Actual Driving Test Answers
The following are a sampling of supposed real answers on exams given bythe California Department of Transportation's driving school.

Q: Who has the right of way when four cars approach a four-way stop at the same time?
A: The pick up truck with the gun rack and the bumper sticker saying, "Guns don't kill people. I do."

Q: When driving through fog, what should you use?
A: Your car.

Q: How can you reduce the possibility of having an accident?
A: Be too drunk to find your keys.

Q: What changes would occur in your lifestyle if you could no longer drive lawfully?
A: I would be forced to drive unlawfully.

Q: What is the difference between a flashing red traffic light and a flashing yellow traffic light?
A: The color.

Q: What are some points to remember when passing or being passed?
A: Make eye contact and wave "hello" if he/she is cute.

Q: What problems would you face if you were arrested for drunk driving?
A: I'd probably lose my buzz a lot faster.

Q: How do you deal with heavy traffic?
A: Heavy psychedelics.

Q: What can you do to help ease a heavy traffic problem?
A: Carry loaded weapons.

Q: Do you yield when a blind pedestrian is crossing the road?
A: What for? He can't see my license plate.


Answering Machine at the Mental Institution

Men are like....

Dances With Who?
A Native American boy goes to his mother one day with a puzzled look on his face. "Say, Mom, why is my big brother named Mighty Storm?" "Because he was conceived during a mighty storm," she replied."Why is my sister's name Cornflower?" he asked."Well, your father and I were in a corn field when we made her," the mother replied. "And why is my other sister named Moonchild?" he asked."We were watching the moonlanding while she was conceived," she replied. "Tell me, Torn Rubber, why are you so curious?"
At These Temperatures....
At these Fahrenheit temperatures:
Things That Sound Dirty At Thanksgiving But Aren't

Speech Impediment
This guy owns a horse stud farm, and gets a call from a friend. "I know this midget with a speech impediment who wants to buy a horse, I'm sending him over." The midget arrives, and the owner asks if he wants a male or female horse. "A female horth," the midget replies. So the owner shows him one. "Nith looking horth, can I see her mouth?" So the owner picks up the midget and shows him the horse's mouth. "Nith mouth. Can I see her eyesth?" So the owner picks up the midget and shows the eyes. "OK, what about the earsth?" Now the owner is getting pissed, but he picks up the midget one more time and shows the ears. "OK, finally, I'd like to see her twat." With that, the owner picks up the midget and shoves his head up the horse's twat, then pulls him out. Shaking his head, the midget says, "Perhapth I should rephrase. I'd like to see her run!"
Eye Witness
Little Johnny sees his Daddy's car passing the playground and go into the woods. Curious, he follows the car and sees Daddy and Aunt Jane kissing. Johnny finds this so exciting and can barely contain himself as he runs home and starts to tell his mother excitedly. "MOMMY, MOMMY, I WAS AT THE PLAYGROUND AND DADDY AND..." Mommy tells him to slow down, but that she wants to hear the story. So Johnny tells her. "I was at the playground and I saw Daddy's car go into the woods with Aunt Jane. I went to look and Daddy was giving Aunt Jane a big kiss, then he helped her take off her shirt, then Aunt Jane helped Daddy take his pants off, then Aunt Jane laid down on the seat, then Daddy..." At this point, Mommy cut him off and said, "Johnny, this is such an interesting story, suppose you save the rest of it for supper time. I want to see the look on Daddy's face when you tell it tonight." At the dinner table, Mommy asks Johnny to tell his story. He describes the car into the woods, the undressing, laying down on the seat, and "then Daddy and Aunt Jane did that same thing Mommy and Uncle Jeff used to do when Daddy was in the Army."
Rough, Tough, and Selfish
A guy walks a woman to the door after their first date. He asks her if she has had a good time. She tells him yes, but to get her really horny she likes her men to be Rough, Tough & Selfish. The next week the guy picks her up for their evening out dressed in a bikers black leathers. He grabs her, throws her on the back of his newly rented Harley and away they go to the nearest bikers bar. The whole evening is spent drinking and brawling with the bikers. When they get back to her house, he drags her up to the bedroom. He asks her "Well, was I Rough enough?" "Yes!" she purrs and rubs herself suggestively. "And was I tough enough?" "Oh yes!" she moans. "Well then it's time to be selfish." So upon saying this, he whips out his penis and gives himself a hand job.
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