Digest for Friday, May 02, 1997
There are 11 messages totalling 578 lines in this issue.
Topics of the day:
- Misc Humor
- Building a wonderful resume!
- Math Test (socially off.), Name Game (clean)
- Actor wannabee
- Some peace and quiet
- Humor - Geoge Carlins One Liners
- Being a Brotha... (Language)
- Knowledge is power
- Emergencies?!
- HUMOR: Ellen
- Van Goghs Relatives
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Date: Fri, 2 May 1997 02:33:18 -0400
From: Jim Moore Jr <jimjr@PIPELINE.COM>
Subject: Misc Humor
* I've been having so much fun on this humor listserver thing. I
often read my stuff aloud to Mrs. JimJr. Just the other morning
she had no comment, so I said "Hon, did you hear my last joke?"
There was a pause, and then she replied in her famous monotone,
"I certainly hope so !"
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* Lots of people have the "gift of gab". Unfortunately, very few of
them know how to wrap it up.
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* Thank goodness another tax year is over too. This year, my accountant
came up with some many deductions, I should have plenty left for bail.
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* Y'all wantta know what's wrong with this country ? Well, I'll tell
ya one thing for sure. For President we get our choice of two, maybe
three candidates; for Miss America, we get at least fifty.
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* Saw this Yuppie acquaintance of mine from Columbia Maryland the other
week. Hoping to escape with just some small talk, I asked him how he
was doing. He said that he now realizes he used to be an arrogant,
conceited, overblown pain in the ass. Then added. "But after just six
short months of therapy Jimmy, I've changed. Now you couldn't meet a
more friendly, nicer, more considerate guy than me."
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* My wife is just as pretty as the day I married her. Of course, these
days it takes about two hours longer.
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* Like just the other nite, we were going out. She sat there and put on
eyebrow pencil, eye shadow, eyeliner, eyelashes, mascara, toner, blush
and lipstick, then turned to me and said "Does this look natural ?"
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Date: Fri, 2 May 1997 06:43:32 -0400
From: Gwendolyn E Eckman <geckman@POLARIS.UMUC.EDU>
Subject: Building a wonderful resume!
Below are the typical areas of a resume and my priceless secrets for
dealing with them. These tips will help crush the competition, get you in
the door and put you behind a desk making 50 big ones, plus bonus.
THE NAME:
Use the name to your advantage. Spice it up a little bit. Steve Smith goes
nowhere fast. But Sir Stephen Smith--now that might turn a few heads.
Nicknames also help. Mark "Keyboards" O'Malley is good. Mark
"Kegsucker" O'Malley is bad.
THE ADDRESS:
Forget your real address. Make a statement instead! Saying you're from
the Bronx suggests you're tough as nails. Anyplace in Japan implies you
believe in an 18-hour-a-day work ethic!
THE PHONE NUMBER:
Skip it. What are the odds they'll call--1,000 to 1. If they do, they'll
probably just catch your roommate somewhere in the middle of his
second six-pack. My advice is never put your phone number on a
resume unless you want to try some interesting 900 number which might
wake up a recruiter or two.
THE AMBITION STATEMENT:
Forget the ambition statement. You know what I mean: "Seeking a
challenging IS position using state-of-theart technology in a high-growth,
future-oriented corporation that is doing neat things for the environment."
A better idea is to tell them what you're NOT seeking. "Not seeking a job
where I'm paying my dues for eight years, maintaining ancient Cobol
code that crashes every other night, slaving for some horrible boss and
groveling in the smallest cubicle in the world until I finally claw my way
into a lower management position, only to have the company lay off 40%
of its work force so that I wind up in some noncritical, low-paying,
dead-end, back-office position."
EDUCATION:
Don't be afraid of Yalies and PH.D.s. Be proud of where you go to school
and play it straight. But just to be on the safe side, send an application to
some prestigious high-tech program at a prestigious school. Until they
respond, you're not lying if you list under your education credits: "B.A. in
Watersports Administration, Massatucky
State, 1993...and current doctoral candidate, Nuclear Computer
Simulation Modeling Fellowship Program, MIT."
EXPERIENCE:
Even fresh out of school, you've got to have experience. But don't
mention that you've invested in your own relational database or coded an
object-oriented commodity trading system....Everybody's done that stuff.
I'm talking about hands-on experience: high-level management, microchip
design, hostile takeovers, etc. So if you're a little light in the experience
area, don't tell lies. Instead, simply try a bit-more-concise explanation of
the experience you do have. For example, if you worked as a cashier at
Food Giant, make it, "Monitored and troubleshot retail point-of-sale
bar-code inventory scanning system." "Conducted usability testing for
graphical user interface" sounds a lot better than "played too much
Nintendo." But don't try
"Evaluated remote-accessed continuous-availability multimedia
environment." Most employers can pick that one off as watching too
much MTV.
THE CLOSE:
"References furnished upon request"? What kind of power-close is that?
Let me leave you instead with this recommendation: Close with impact.
Close with passion. Close with a line they'll remember, like "Please,
please give me a job. And by the way, I know where you live."
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Date: Fri, 2 May 1997 14:25:55 +0200
From: Brian Myers <bmyers@IAFRICA.COM>
Subject: Math Test (socially off.), Name Game (clean)
Before I gets to the funny stuff, part of my recent post, specifically
"English is a Funny Language", was given without a source. That's because
my source did not list credit with the material. However, a reader has told
me that it comes from Richard Lederer's "Anguished English." So the credit
belongs to our esteemed Mr. Lederer.
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City of Los Angeles High School Math Proficiency Test (socially offensive)
1. Johnny has an AK47 with a 40 round clip. If he misses 8 of 10
shots and shoots 14 times at each drive-by shooting, how many drive-byes
can he do before he has to reload.
2. Jose has 2 ounces of cocaine and he sells an 8-ball to Jackson
for $320 and 2 grams to Billy for $85 per gram. What is the
arrest value of the balance of the cocaine if he doesn't cut it?
3. Rufus is pimping for three girls. If the average take is $85 for
each trick, how many tricks will each bitch have to turn so that Rufus can
pay for his $800 a day crack habit?
4. Jerome wants to cut his half pound heroin to make 20% more
profit. How many ounces of cut will he need?
5. Willie gets $200 for stealing a BMW, $50 for a Chevy, and $100
for a 4x4. If he stole 2 BMW'S and 3 4x4's, how many Chevy's will he have
to steal to make $1000?
6. Raul is in prison for 8 years for murder. He got 10,000 for the
hit. If his common law wife is spending $100 per month than her welfare
check, how much money will be left when he gets out of prison, and how many
years will he get for killing the bitch that spent his money?
7. If the average spray can covers 22 square feet and the average
letter is three square feet, how many times can you spell "Fuck" with 3 cans
of paint? >>
8. Cajun knocked up 6 girls in his gang. There are 27 girls in the
gang. What percentage of the girls in the gang has Cajun knocked up?
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What's in a Name? (clean)
A young Jewish boy from New York went out west to college. One day in
his senior year he called home and said to his mother, "Mom. I've got a
surprise for you. I'm getting married."
"Lucky you," his mom said. "Finding a nice young Jewish girl out in a
place like Wyoming."
"Mom," his son replied, "she isn't Jewish. She's a Native American."
The mother fainted and wouldn't talk to him for a month.
When she finally agreed to come to the phone, she said, "If you're
going to marry an Indian, at least bring her home to me."
Her son said, "Mom, we're already decided where to live. We're moving
to the reservation."
The mother fainted again. This time she didn't talk to her son for six
months. When she finally agreed to come to the phone, her son said, "Mom,
I've got some good news this time. You're going to be a grandmother."
She hesitated, then said, "A grandmother is not a bad thing to be."
Feeling pleased for the first time, she called once a month to find out how
things were. Then one day she heard from her son. "Mom, I've got great news.
We've just had a son. And we've decided to give him a Jewish name."
The mother smiled. "Ahh. A Jewish name for my grandson. What is it?"
"Smoked Whitefish."
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Date: Fri, 2 May 1997 10:26:51 EDT
From: Arthur A Plante <payrollcdp@JUNO.COM>
Subject: Actor wannabee <profane, one word>
A young man has one desire in life, to be an actor.
After spending his high school & college years with the acting groups he
still needs to fill his desire & attends an acting school
He graduates and decides to hire an agent, knowing that this agent will
take at least 10% of his earnings. He takes on the agent & instead of
waiting for the call from him starts to pester the agent with daily
calls, asking if there any part available. Every day, Every day, Every
day. he calls with the same question "anything , anything, ANYTHING."
The agent with many years of experience is finally worn out by all the
daily calls & to get some peace tells the young man to come in for a
part.
The agent admits that this part is small however the play will be
attendned by all the bigwigs of the industry and if he does well this
will be the chance of a lifetime. Our young actor accepts the part &
finds out that the play will not be on stage for 6 months. This is not
bad news the agent says but Good News because now we'll have time to
rehearse & get this part down PERFECTLY.
Sooooooo every night our actor to be rehearses his part which is to carry
a letter to a cival war general
His only line," Hark I hear the cannons roar" is spoken with every
breath.
It soon becomes HARK...... I hear the cannons roar & then its Hark, I
hear the CANNONS roar, onto HARK... I HEAR the cannons roar.
Finally after the 6 months of practice , everything is perfect.
Even the agent who has heard of devotion is now telling all the actors &
people in show buissness that this young man could steal the show.
Opening night and our actor is in the wings. The stage director motions
him to proceed to the stage its showtime!!!!
With letter in hand our actor proudly walks to center stage when the
sound effects man lets out with a very loud KA-BOOOOM
With that he turns around furiously and shouts....
WHAT TA FUCK WAS THAT!!!!!!!!!!
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Date: Fri, 2 May 1997 21:19:23 +0400
From: Chemo Shaks <shaks@EMIRATES.NET.AE>
Subject: Some peace and quiet <rude, adult>
This fella called Jack lives in the big city, and he's sick and tired of the
noise, so he calls his son (who lives in a quieter part of town... namely
the suburbs) and tells him to find an apartment on the last floor of the
quietest building on the quietest street in town.
His son calls him back about a week later, and tells him he found an
apartment just as was asked, but on the second last - and not the last -
floor. Jack says it's ok and moves in the next week.
First night in his new apartment... peace and quiet, trying to sleep... when
suddenly, the guy living upstairs starts playing the violin, and not very
well, I might add.
So Jack storms up there in his robe and yells at the fellow.
"Tonight I must practice, because tomorrow is the concert." the guy replies.
So Jack composes himself and goes back down, and gets what sleep he can.
Second night, same story...
"Tonight I must practice, because tomorrow I have a the concert."
So Jack once again composes himself and goes downstairs, and sleeps (sort of).
This goes on for a few more days. Then, on the sixth day, Jack enters the
building's lobby and sees the man standing there with his violin.
"SHIT! I've lost my patience with that asshole!"
So he takes the elevator to the top floor, breaks into the guy's apartment,
enters the bathroom, and starts masturbating.
The unsuspecting fellow, a little while later, takes the elevator to the top
floor too, and sees his door slightly open.
"Damn, someone must have broken in!"
So he searches the apartment and finds Jack sitting there in his bathroon
masturbating.
"JACK!" he yells, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"
"Well, my friend" smiles Jack, "Today I must practice, because tomorrow I'm
gonna fuck the shit out of you!!" :)
SEEYA!
Chemo
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Date: Fri, 2 May 1997 12:32:04 -0600
From: Ken Brousseau Sr. <kenbruso@IO.COM>
Subject: Humor - Geoge Carlin's One Liners
Houston Chronicle Columnist, Ken Hoffman (c):
Unlike other comics' books, George Carlin's is actually funny Like every
other comic on TV, George Carlin has written a book. But unlike the others,
Carlin doesn't drone on about his childhood, his problems at home, his
battles on the way up, blah, blah, blah. Carlin just tells jokes. From
start to finish, Carlin's Braindroppings is packed with one-liners, random
thoughts and weird viewpoints. Like ...
Wouldn't it be funny if you went to group therapy and the Mills Brothers
were there?
Why don't they have dessert at breakfast?
If the Cincinnati Reds were really the first baseball team, who did they play?
If you have chicken at lunch and chicken at dinner, do you ever wonder if
the two chickens knew each other?
If the shoe fits, buy another one just like it.
Where does the dentist go when he leaves you alone?
In comic strips, the person on the left always speaks first.
Do kings have sweatbands in their crowns?
The other night I ate at a really nice family restaurant. Every table had an
argument going.
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Date: Fri, 2 May 1997 16:07:00 EDT
From: Jon Bisbey <jonb@NORTEL.CA>
Subject: Being a Brotha... (Language)
(Off the Comedy List from Michael.Eisenhour@Colorado.EDU)
Please Read the following passage and the succeeding interpretation:
Luke: "You fought in the clone wars."
Ben: "I was once a Jedi Knight the same as your father."
Luke: "My father didn't fight in the wars. He was a navigator on a
space freighter."
Ben: "That's what your Uncle told you. He didn't hold with your
father's ideals. He thought he should stay home. Not gotten involved."
Luke: "I wish I had known him."
Ben: "He was a cunning warrior, and the best star pilot in the galaxy.
I understand you've become quite a good pilot yourself. And he was a
good friend. For over a thousand years the Jedi Knight protected the
galaxy. Before the dark times. Before the Empire"
Luke: "How did my father die?"
Ben: "A young Jedi Knight named Darth Vader, who was a pupil of mine
until he turned to evil, helped the Emperor hunt down and destroy the
Jedi Knights. He betrayed and murdered your father. Vader was seduced
by the Dark Side of the Force."
Luke: "The Force?"
Ben: "Yes, the Force is what gives a Jedi Knight his power. It's an
energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us. Penetrates
us. Binds the galaxy together. Which reminds me. Your father wanted
you to have this when you were old enough, but your Uncle wouldn't
allow. He thought you'd follow Obi-Wan on some idealistic crusade."
Luke: "What is it?"
Ben: "It a lightsaber. The weapon of a Jedi Knight. Not as random or
clumsy as a blaster. An elegant weapon for a more civilized age."
******************
Now the interpretation, as a conversation I never want to have with your
son...
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Luke: "You were in the Greek System?."
Ben: "I was once a Frat Guy the same as your father."
Luke: "My father didn't belong to a frat. He was a tool, an RA in the
dorms for four years."
Ben: "That's what your mother told you. She didn't hold with your
father's ideals. She thought he should stay home. Not drink until four
in the morning and then piss on things."
Luke: "I wish I had known him, when he could drink."
Ben: "He was a cunning partier, and the best boat-racer in the house.
And he was a good bro. I understand you've become quite a booze hound
yourself. For over five years he got so curbed he could hardly function.
Before the dark times. Before, his skirt."
Luke: "How did my father become a lame ass?"
Ben: "A young chick namely your mother, who was pretty cool herself
until she turned to evil, helped other women hunt down and destroy the
coolness in men. She civilized and murdered the bro who was once your
father. Your mother was pissed off by the dark side of Beer"
Luke: "Beer?"
Ben: [smiles] "Yes, Beer is what gives a frat guy his power. It's a
beverage created by hops and barley.. and shit like that. It fucks us
up. Gives us beer goggles. And lets us yell stuff like "penis" in bars
everywhere. Which reminds me. Your father wanted you to have this
when you were old enough, but your Mother wouldn't allow it. He thought
you'd follow some Frat Brother on some binge drinking crusade."
Luke: "What is it?"
Ben: "Your father's beer-bong. The weapon of a Frat Guy. Not as
random or clumsy as a shot glass. An elegant weapon for a less
civilized age..."
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Date: Sat, 3 May 1997 00:31:52 +0200
From: Th. Legters <tlegters@GLOBALXS.NL>
Subject: Knowledge is power <no off.>
Three cowboys were sitting around a campfire.
Suddenly the first cowboy said: "1 +1 = 2."
The second cowboy jumped up, grabbed his gun and shot the first one.
The third one said: " Why did you do that ??"
The killer said: "He knew too much !"
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Date: Fri, 2 May 1997 19:08:04 -0400
From: Igor Immerman <IgorMan@AOL.COM>
Subject: Emergencies?! <risque>
(Posted on another humor-list by radtke@emirates.net.ae)
Just a few stories from our nations Emergency Rooms to prove that
fact is stranger than fiction.
- A 28-year old male was brought into the ER after an attempted suicide. The
man had swallowed several nitroglycerin pills and a fifth of vodka. When
asked
about the bruises about his head and chest he said that they were from him
ramming himself into the wall in an attempt to make the nitroglycerin
explode.
- A 50-year old woman came into the ER with a complaint of mild abdominal
pain.
During a pelvic exam the doctor found that the lady had inserted a whole
chicken piece by piece into her vagina. Unable to have children she was
hoping
that the chicken would turn into a baby.
- A man in his mid-fifties did a Loraina Bobbit on himself in a drunken rage
and ended up in the ER. The urologist thought that he could reattach the
mans
genitalia if it could be recovered and if it was in good condition. The
police
were dispatched to the man's house and the search was on. During the search
one of the officers heard a choking sound coming from the man's poodle that
was
sitting in the corner. After a brief fight the officer was able to retrieve
the man's jewels from the dog's mouth. After inspection of the parts by the
urologist it was decided that the man would need to be taught to pee while
sitting (if you know what I mean) The officer was given a commendation from
his
precinct for medical assistance.
- A woman with shortness on breath and who weighed approximately 500 lbs was
dragged into the ER on a tarp by six firemen. While trying to undress the
lady
an asthma inhaler fell out of one of the folds under her arm. After an X-ray
showed a round mass on the left side of her chest her massive left breast was
lifted to find a shiny new dime. And last but not least during a pelvic exam
a
TV remote control was discovered in one of the folds of her crotch. She
became
known as "The Human Couch".
- A doctor who spoke limited Spanish was rushed to a car in the ER parking
lot
to find a Spanish woman in the process of giving birth. Wanting to tell the
woman to push he started yelling "Puta! Puta! Puta!" at this the grandmother
started to cry and the baby's father had to be restrained. What the doctor
should have been saying was "Puja!" (Push!) Instead he was saying "Whore!
Whore! Whore!"
- A 40-year old man and his wife were playing with some vegetables when a
cucumber became lodged in his rectum. Unable to get it out on his own he
showed up at the ER for some assistance. All he was given was some pain
pills
and KY jelly and told to wait and he would eventually poop it out. On his
way
out one of the nurses yelled "Come on back this afternoon. Were having a
Butt-
luck supper". (How embarrassing is that!)
- An unconscious 36-year old male was brought to the ER with cocaine induced
seizures. As a nurse pulled back his foreskin to insert a catheter (a tube
passed through the urethra and into the bladder) a neatly folded twenty
dollar
bill fell out of the foreskin fold. When the man woke up and demanded to
leave, the nurse gave him back his belongings and told him where she had
found
the money. His response: "It was a fifty, bitch!"
- An elderly woman came into the ER complaining: "I got the green vines in my
virginny" (Interesting). A pelvic exam verifies that she did, indeed, have a
six inch vine growing out of her vagina. Further inspection revealed that she
had a mass in her vaginal vault. It was easily removed and looked very much
like a potato. It was, indeed, a potato. The patient said that her uterus
was
falling out and that she "put a potato in there to hold it up" and then
forgot
about it.
- The most nonemergent ER visit: A male adolescent came in at 2 a.m. with a
complaint of belly button lint.
- A young female came to the ER with lower abdominal pain. During the exam
and
questioning the female denied being sexually active. The doctor gave her a
pregnancy test anyway and it came back positive. The doctor went back to the
young female's room.
Doctor: "The results of your pregnancy test came back positive. Are you sure
you're not sexually active?"
Patient: "Sexually active? No, sir, I just lay there."
Doctor: "I see. Well, do you know who the father is?" Patient: "No. Who?"
- A 92-year old woman had a full cardiac arrest at home and was rushed to
the
hospital. After about thirty minutes of unsuccessful resuscitation attempts
the old lady was pronounced dead. The doctor went to tell the lady's 78-year
old daughter that her mother didn't make it. "Didn't make it? Where could
they be? She left in the ambulance forty-five minutes ago!"
- A 15-year old boy was laying on a stretcher with his mother sitting next to
him. The boy was coming down from "crank" (methamphetamine) that he had
injected into his veins with needles he had been sharing with his friends.
Concerned about this the doctor asked the boy if there was anything he
might
have been doing that put him at risk for AIDS. The boy thought for a while
then said questioningly, "I've been fucking the dog?"
- A 19-year old female was asked why she was in the ER. She said that she
and
her boyfriend were having sex and the condom came off and she wasn't able to
retrieve it with her fingers. I went to the bathroom and "gagged" myself to
vomit but couldn't vomit it up either."
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Date: Fri, 2 May 1997 21:48:54 -0400
From: Sarah W. Soderlund <sarahsod@CROSSLINK.NET>
Subject: HUMOR: Ellen
Have you heard they are changing the name of the "Ellen" show (again) after
last night's episode? They are going to rename it to "Leave it to Beaver."
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Date: Fri, 2 May 1997 22:05:35 -0500
From: Cereal Killer <lvermont@UWIMONA.EDU.JM>
Subject: Van Gogh's Relatives
VAN GOGH'S RELATIVES
The grandfather who moved to Yugoslavia ...
---> U. Gogh
The brother who accidentally bleached all his clothes white
... ---> Hue Gogh
The real obnoxious brother ...
---> Please Gogh
The brother who ate prunes ...
---> Gotta Gogh
The uncle who worked at a convenience store
... ---> Stop N. Gogh
His dizzy aunt ...
---> Verti Gogh
His domineering aunt...
---> Vira Gogh
The cousin who moved to Illinois ...
---> Chica Gogh
His magician uncle ...
---> Wherediddy Gogh
The cousin who lived in Mexico ...
---> Amee Gogh
He also had a Filipino relative ...
---> Grin Gogh
The nephew that drove a stage coach ...
---> Wells Far Gogh
The uncle who was constipated ...
---> Cant Gogh
The aunt who loved ballroom dancing ...
---> Tan Gogh
His ornithologist uncle ...
---> Flamin Gogh
His nephew, the Freudian psychoanalyist ...
---> E. Gogh
His cousin who loved tropical fruits ...
---> Mang Gogh
And he had an aunt who taught the power of positive thinking
... ---> Whey Too Gogh
His bouncy young nephew ...
---> Poe Gogh
His Disco-loving sister ...
---> Go Gogh
His Italian uncle ...
---> Day Gogh
And his niece, who's been traveling the U.S. in a van ...
---> Winnie Bay Gogh
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