Betty’s mother

Betty’s mother was visiting her daughter and son-in-law Bill. Bill came home
from work and found six vacuum cleaner salesmen outside his house. He dashed in
and said, “Mom, there are six men outside who all claim they have an appointment
for a vacuum cleaner demonstration!”
“That’s right,” the mother-in-law replied. “Now you just show them all to
different rooms and let them start demonstrating.”

Flower show

Two old men are sitting outside the town hall, where a flower show is in progress.

One complains, “Cripes, life is boring. We never have any fun! For $5, I’ll streak naked through the flower show!”

“You’re on!” the other geriatric says.

The first old man fumbles out of his clothes and streaks through the hall.

Waiting outside, his friend hears a commotion inside, followed by applause.

Then the naked old man bursts through the door, surrounded by a cheering crowd. “How did it go?” asks the friend.

“Great!” says the wrinkled streaker. “I won first prize for dried arrangement!”

Submitted by Curtis
Edited by Calamjo

Liar

One day a plane filled with lawyers crashed down into a feild. The next
day the police came to investigate the accident. They saw the farmer that
owned the feild. “Where are all the lawyers?” the police asked him. “I
buried them.” he replied. “They were all dead?!” this shocked the police.
To this the farmer replied, “Well, some of them said they weren’t but you
know how lawyers lie!”

Good Swimmer

A very rich man met a beautiful lady and he decided he wanted to marry her right away. She said, “But we don’t know anything about each other.” He said, “That’s all right, we’ll learn about each other as we go along.” So she consented, and they were married, and went on a honeymoon to a very nice resort. So one morning they were lying by the pool, when he got up off of his towel, climbed up to the 10-meter board and did a two and a half tuck gainer, this followed by a three rotations in jack-knife position, where he straightened out and cut the water like a knife. After a few more demonstrations, he came back and lay down on the towel. She said, “That was incredible!” He said, “I used to be an Olympic diving champion. You see, I told you we’d learn more about ourselves as we went along.” So she got up, jumped in the pool, and started doing laps. After about thirty laps she climbed back out and lay down on her towel hardly out of breath. He said, “That was incredible! Were you an Olympic endurance swimmer?””No,” she said, “I was a hooker in Venice and I worked both sides of the canal…”

Bill Gate’s dies

“Well, Bill, I’m really confused on this call. I’m not sure whether to send you to Heaven or Hell.

After all, you enormously helped society by putting a computer in almost every home in America, yet you also created that ghastly Windows ’95.
I’m going to do something I’ve never done before. I’m going to let you decide where you want to go.”

Bill replied, “Well, what’s the difference between the two?”

God said, “I’m willing to let you visit both places briefly, to see if it will help your decision.”

“Fine, but where should I go first?” Bill asked.

“I’ll leave that up to you.” God replied.

“Okay then,” said Bill, “let’s try Hell first.”

So Bill went to Hell. It was a beautiful, clean, sandy beach with clear waters and lots of long-legged women running around, playing in the water, laughing and frolicking about. The sun was shining; the temperature perfect. He was very pleased.

“This is great,” he told God. “If this is hell, I really want to see Heaven.”

“Fine,” said God, and off they went.

Heaven was a place high in the clouds, beautiful and sunny, with angels drifting about, playing harps and singing. It was nice, but not as enticing as Hell.

Bill thought for a quick minute, and rendered his decision. “Hmmm. I think I’d prefer Hell,” he told God.

“Fine,” replied God, “as you desire.”

So Bill Gates went to Hell.

Two weeks later, God decided to check on the late billionaire to see how he was doing in Hell.

When he got there, he found Bill, shackled to a wall screaming amongst hot flames in dark caves, surrounded with heavy thick-legged women and being burned and tortured by demons, with no one to help him out of his dilemma no matter how loud he screamed.

“How’s everything going?” He asked Bill.

Bill responded with his voice filled with anguish and tormented disappointment. “This is awful. This is nothing like the Hell I visited two weeks ago. I can’t believe this is happening. What happened to that other place, with the beaches and the long-legged women playing in the water?”

“Oh,” God said, “that was Hell 3.1. This is Hell 95.

Submitted by Curtis
Edited by BreeBrown

Parrot on Ice

So there’s this fella with a parrot. And this parrot swears like a sailor, I mean he’s a pistol. He can swear for five minutes straight without repeating himself. Trouble is, the guy who owns him is a quiet, conservative type, and this bird’s foul mouth is driving him crazy.

One day, it gets to be too much, so the guy grabs the bird by the throat, shakes him really hard, and yells, “QUIT IT!”

But this just makes the bird mad and he swears more than ever. Then the guy gets mad and says, “OK for you.” and locks the bird in a kitchen cabinet.

This really aggravates the bird and he claws and scratches, and when the guy finally lets him out, the bird cuts loose with a stream of vulgarities that would make a veteran sailor blush. At that point, the guy is so mad that he throws the bird into the freezer.

For the first few seconds there is a terrible din. The bird kicks and claws and thrashes. Then it suddenly gets _very_ quiet. At first the guy just waits, but then he starts to think that the bird may be hurt. After a couple of minutes of silence, he’s so worried that he opens up the freezer door.

The bird calmly climbs onto the man’s outstretched arm and says, “Awfully sorry about the trouble I gave you. I’ll do my best to improve my vocabulary from now on.”

The man is astounded. He can’t understand the transformation that has come over the parrot.

Then the parrot says, “By the way, what did the chicken do?”

The Old Man’s Dying Wish

An old man was critically ill. Feeling that death was near, he called his
lawyer. “I want to become a lawyer. How much is the express degree you
told me about?”

“It’s $50,000,” the lawyer said. “But why? You’ll be dead soon, why do you
want to become a lawyer?”

“That’s my business! Get me the course!”

Four days later, the old man got his law degree. His lawyer was at his
bedside, making sure his bill would be paid.

Suddenly the old man was racked with fits of coughing and it was clear
that this would be the end. Still curious, the lawyer leaned over and
said, “Please, before it’s too late, tell me why you wanted to get a law
degree so badly before you died?”

In a faint whisper, as he struggled to breathe his last breath, the old
man said, “One… less… lawyer…”

Dilbert Newsletter 17.0

When some people see the word ‘coworker’ they think it means the same as ‘co-worker.’ But it doesn’t. Coworker is from the Olde English expression, ‘cow orker,’ as in the following sentence that is best read with a cockney accent, ‘I ain’t workin’ with ‘im! He’s a bloody cow orker!’ I walked up to the counter at a chain fried chicken joint and asked the cashier-Induhvidual for a soda and a piece of chicken. ‘Crispy or regular’, she asked. ‘I don’t care. Either will be fine,’ I replied. ‘Crispy or regular’, she asked again, annoyed. ‘…Ahh, Crispy then,’ I responded. ‘We are out of crispy,’ she said.——— A couple of years ago, when I worked at a large company, our ‘sexual harassment training’ included a company letter that stated ‘Don’t treat a female engineer like a secretary.’ Needless to say, the secretaries were not amused.———I was helping a friend (yes I admit it, I have an Induhvidual for a friend) set up her new computer. It was a desktop model, so I naturally placed it on top of her desk in the traditional setup. A few minutes after I had installed the software, she complained that she wished she had bought a tower PC instead of the desktop computer as it took up too much space on her desk. I promptly took the computer off the desk, flipped it on its side and placed it on the floor. She then looked at me in amazement and asked, ‘You can do that?’ (Editor’s Note: An easy way to make some extra money is by offering to upgrade Induhvidual’s desktop computers to tower configurations.)——— ———I was at the library making copies of articles for a research paper and discovered that the copy machine wasn’t working (after having plugged several dimes into it). I told the girl at the library desk the copy machine was malfunctioning, to which she replied, ‘I know’. Exasperated, I asked why she hadn’t put a sign on the machine indicating it was broken so people wouldn’t waste their money. Her answer was, ‘We don’t have a sign like that’.——— ———A friend was asked to be interim director of our Institute while the director was away. The following day I noticed him looking at a form with an amused look on his face. He was required by policy to sign a form to authorize the transfer of signing authority. Under each category indicating the amounts or the things he could sign for (i.e. vacations, overtime, etc.) it said NONE in each case. He had to sign a form which would give him the authority not to authorize anything.———I brought my film to the ‘One Hour Developing’ place and asked for the one hour service. ‘No problem,’ said the owner, You can pick it up in two hours.’ I protested, ‘The sign says one hour developing. ‘ ‘That’s right,’ he said, ‘One hour developing takes about two hours.’ [Editor’s Note: Be sure to order the double-wide prints, which are the same size as the regular ones.]DNRC Prank Report —————–This galactic prank report comes directly from the field: I took the QuickTime panorama of the Mars Pathfinder, reworked it into my own HTML web page (neatly entitled ‘Pathfinder Mission Control’) and put a heading ‘Pathfinder Active Camera Control’ above the panorama. Soon the news travelled, from Induhvidual to Induhvidual, that I had found a way to control the camera on the Pathfinder from my computer at work. My PC was swarmed by Induhviduals each taking their turn ‘controlling the camera’. And another prank report… A friend of mine works at a large insurance company as a sysadmin. He informed his boss that the boss’s hard disk needed to be ‘balanced.’ My friend gave his boss a program which writes ‘weight files’ on carefully computed spots on the disk, so that the balanced disk will run smoother. The boss distributed the program among the employees and ordered them to regularly have their hard disks balanced.DNRC Motto ———-Visionary Dave Morse suggests this motto for the DNRC: I can please only one person per day. Today is not your day. Tomorrow isn’t looking good either. Curing the Voicemail-Playing Coworker ————————————-I get many complaints from people about their cow-orking co-workers who use the speakerphone function to listen to their voicemail messages everyday. This is very annoying if you are in the next cube. But I have a cure for this. From an anonymous phone, preferably a payphone or the desk phone of a dimwitted cow-orker, leave a sexually suggestive message on the offending Induhvidual’s voice mail. Do this every day until the problem abates. The messages should be naughty enough to embarrass the person who plays it aloud, but not so naughty that you’ll get fired if they find out it’s you. I suggest using breathy and suggestive sentences that make oblique references to things like vegetable oil, feathers and lost wristwatches. That oughta do it.Dogbert Answers My Mail ———————–In this section, Dogbert answers the mail that I’m too polite to answer myself.Dear Mr. Adams, After reading your 7/31/97 cartoon and sharing it with a fellow co-worker, we got into a small discussion. The issue involves the last panel of the cartoon in which a rather large person is pictured at a copy machine. Is this large human being clearly meant to be a female? If so, I feel this could be taken as being politically incorrect for the reason that men can also have fat rear ends. However, it always seems that women are the ones pictured with the fat rear ends. A short reply from your side to clarify the situation would be greatly appreciated. Barb L.Dear Bulb, You make a good point. All the male characters in the Dilbert strip are trim and good-looking. Dilbert, Wally and the Pointy-haired boss are all Chippendale dancers on weekends. But the female characters don’t get such favorable treatment. More often than not they are depicted as gigantic creatures whose butt cheeks embrace Wally’s head in an accicental embrace. Apparently this is Mr. Adams’ idea of ‘funny.’ I will talk to Mr. Adams about this obvious bias and have it corrected immediately.