What is their best option?

1) Zelda and Jane were given a rottweiler at their commitment ceremony. If
their dog needs to be walked two miles a day and they walk at a rate of 1/2 mile
per hour, how much time will they spend discussing their relationship in
public?
2) Michael has two abusive stepfathers and an alcoholic mother. If his
self-esteem is reduced by 20% per dysfunctional parent, but Michael feels 3%
better for every person he denigrates, how long will it take before he’s ready
to go home if 1 person walks by the cafe every 2 minutes?
3) Sanjeev has 7 piercings. If the likelihood of getting cellulitis on a given
day is 10% per piercing, what is the likelihood Sanjeev will need to renew his
erythromycin prescription during the next week?
4) Chad wants to take half a pound of heroin to Orinda and sell it at a 20%
profit. If it originally cost him $1,500 in food stamps, how much should Nicole
write the check for?
5) The City and County of San Francisco decide to destroy 50 rats infesting
downtown. If 9,800 animal rights activists hold a candlelight vigil, how many
people did each dead rat empower?
6) A red sock, a yellow sock, a blue sock, and a white sock are tossed
randomly in a drawer. What is the likelihood that the first two socks drawn will
be socks of color?
7) George weighs 245 pounds and drinks two triple lattes every morning. If
each shot of espresso contains 490mg of caffeine, what is George’s average
caffeine density in mg/pound?
8) There are 4500 homes in Mill Valley and all of them recycle plastic. If
each household recycles 10 soda bottles a day and buys one polar fleece pullover
per month, does Mill Valley have a monthly plastic surplus or deficit? Bonus
question: Assuming all the plastic bottles are 1 liter size, how much Evian are
they drinking?
9) If the average person can eat one pork pot sticker in 30 seconds, and the
waitress brings a platter of 12 pot stickers, how long will it take five vegans
to not eat them?
10) Todd begins walking down Market Street with 12 $1 bills in his wallet. If
he always gives panhandlers a single buck, how many legs did he have to step
over if he has $3 left when he reaches the other end and met only one
double-amputee?
Advanced Placement Students Only
11) Katie, Trip, Ling, John-John and Effie share a three-bedroom apartment on
Guerrero for $2400 a month. Effie and Trip can share one bedroom, but the other
three need their own rooms with separate ISDN lines to run their web servers.
None of them wants to use the futon in the living room as a bed, and they each
want to save $650 in three months to attend Burning Man. What is their best
option?
a) All five roommates accept a $12/hour job-share as handgun monitors at
Mission High.
b) Ask Miles, the bisexual auto mechanic, to share Effie and Trip’s bedroom
for $500/month.
c) Petition the Board of Supervisors to advance Ling her annual
digital-artists-of-color stipend.
d) Rent strike.

Redneck quickies 39

You might be a redneck if…

If you are 20 and you can still go in McDonald’s playhouse.

If you think Purina is some kind of Ex-Lax.

You’ve ever given a set of Tupperware ice tea glasses as a wedding present.

Your dungarees expose more than half of your crack in the back because the weight of your pocket knife.

Your idea of heaven involves two shotguns and a keg of beer.

You picket your horses on your lawn so you won’t have to mow it.

You’re wearing a camoflauge jacket and dipping in your driver’s license pic.

You stop to flirt with the person running the drive through at McDonalds.

You save old kitchen appliances for target practice.

You save old kitchen appliances for children’s Christmas presents.

You get up EARLY on Saturday to go yard sale shopping for entertainment.

Your gun cabinet takes up half your living room.

Anytime your kids see a dog they get out their ropes and lasso it and tackle it to the ground.

Your master bathroom has the words “porta” and “potty” written on the side.

You can’t take a bath in the winter ’cause the stream is frozen.

You only bathe when it rains.

You think “Dueling Banjos” is classical music.

You refer to the Surgeon General’s Warning on a pack of cigarettes as your medical encyclopedia.

You go to garage sales to shop for Christmas gifts.

You’re 42 and still have clowns come to your birthday party.

You think ‘possum is the “other white meat”.

Mail to the dead

Scott Hanson is a news reporter and anchor with WESH-Channel 2 in Orlando.

My father died on Jan 02, 1995. He left no forwarding address.

Therefore, it fell to me to collect his mail. I didn’t expect much really, since my sisters and I had been careful to notify his bank, insurance agent and a host of other businesses that one of their customers was no more. You would think a death notice would cut down on the amount of correspondence from those firms. Quite the contrary. Instead — for months, mind you — my deceased father continued to receive mail from companies that had been told of his passing but
pressed on, determined to con tact him anyway. The first to hope for a reply from beyond the grave was my father’s bank.

Dear Mr. Hanson,
Our records indicate payment is due for overdraft protection on your checking account. Efforts to contact you have proven unsuccessful. Therefore, we are automatically withdrawing your monthly $28.00 service charge from you account. Please adjust your records accordingly.
Sincerely,
The Phoenix Branch

Dear Phoenix Branch,
This is to notify you once again that Mr. Hanson died Jan 02, 1995. It is therefore unlikely he will be overdrawing his account. Please close his account, and adjust your books accordingly.
Sincerely,
Scott Hanson

Later that same week, I receive this note from Dad’s insurance company. Again, this is a firm that had been told in no uncertain terms of his death.

Dear Mr. Hanson,
It’s time to renew your auto insurance policy! To continue your coverage, you must send $54.17 to this office immediately. Failure to do so will result in the cancellation of your policy, and interruption of your coverage.
Sincerely,
Your Insurance Agent

Dear Insurance Agent,
This is to remind you that Mr. Hanson has been dead since January. As such, the odds he’ll be involved in a collision are quite minimal. Please cancel the policy, and adjust your books
accordingly.
Sincerely,
Scott Hanson.

The next day, I went to my mailbox to find this:

Dear Mr. Hanson,
Let me introduce myself. I am a psychic reader, and it is very important that you contact me immediately. I sense that you are about to enter a time of unprecedented financial prosperity. Please call the enclosed 900 number immediately, so I can tell you how best to take full advantage of the opportunities that are coming your way.
Sincerely,
Your Psychic Reader

Dear Psychic Reader,
My father regrets he will be unable to call you 900 number. As a psychic reader, I’m sure you already know my father is dead, and had been for more than three weeks when you mailed your letter to him. I sense my father would be more than happy to take you up on your offer of a psychic reading, should you care to meet with him personally.
Sincerely,
Scott Hanson
P.S. Should you be in contact with my father in the future, please ask him if he’d like to renew his car insurance.

A few months of calm passed, and then these arrived:

Dear Mr. Hanson,
Our records indicate a balance of $112 has accrued for overdraft protection on your checking account. Efforts to contact you have proven unsuccessful. Please pay the minimum amount due, or contact this office to make other arrangements. We appreciate your business and look forward to serving all of your future borrowing needs.
Sincerely,
Your Bank’s San Diego District Office

Dear San Diego District Office, I am writing to you for the third time now to tell you my father died in January. Since then, the number of checks he’s written has dropped dramatically. Being dead, he has no plans to use his overdraft protection or pay even the minimum amount due for a service he no longer needs. As for future borrowing needs, well, don’t hold your breath.
Sincerely,
Scott Hanson

Dear Mr. Hanson,
Records show you owe a balance of $54.17 to your insurance agent. Efforts to contact you have proven unsuccessful. Therefore, the matter has been turned over to us for collection. Please remit the amount of $54.17 to our office or we will be forced to take legal action to collect the debt.
Sincerely,
Your Insurance Agent’s Collection Agency

Dear Collection Agency,
I told your client. Now I’m telling you. Dad’s dead. He doesn’t need insurance. He’s dead. Dead, dead, dead. I doubt even your lawyers can change that. Please adjust your books accordingly.
Sincerely,
Scott Hanson

A few more months, and:

Dear Mr. Hanson,
Our records show an unpaid balance of $224 has accrued for overdraft protection on your checking account. Our efforts to contact you have proven unsuccessful. Please remit the amount in full to this office, or the matter will be turned over to a collection agency. Such action will adversely affect your credit history.
Sincerely,
Your Bank’s Los Angeles Regional Office

Dear Los Angeles Regional Office,
I am writing for the fourth time to the fourth person at the fourth address to tell your bank that my father passed away in January. Since that time, I’ve watched with a mixture of amazement and amusement as your bank continues to transact business with him. Now, you are even threatening his credit history. It should come as no surprise that you have received little response from my deceased father. It should also be small news that his credit history is of minor importance to him now. For the fourth and final time, please adjust your books accordingly.
Sincerely,
Scott Hanson

Dear Mr. Hanson,
This is your final notice of payment due to your insurance agent. If our firm does not receive payment of $54.17, we will commence legal action on the matter. Please contact us at once.
Sincerely,
Your Insurance Agent’s Collection Agency

Dear Insurance Agent’s Collection Agency, You may contact my father via the enclosed 900 number.
Sincerely,
Scott Hanson

It has now been a couple of months since I’ve heard from these firms. Either the people writing these letters finally believe my father is Dead, or they themselves have died and are now receiving similar correspondence. Actually, there has been a lesson in these letters. Any one of them would be cause for great worry, if sent to a living person. The dead are immune from corporate bullying. There’s nothing like dying to put business correspondence in its proper perspective. Perhaps that’s the best reason not to fear death. There’s no post office there.

By Scott Hanson, from the Orlando Sentinel Star newspaper

A nun in Hooters

A nun, really needing to go to the bathroom, walked into a local Hooters.

The place was hopping with music and dancing, but every once in a while, the lights would turn off.

Each time after the lights would go out, the place would erupt into cheers.

However, when the revelers saw the nun, the room went dead silent.

She walked up to the bartender and asked, “May I please use the restroom?”

The bartender replied, “I really don’t think you should.”

“Why not?” the nun asked.

“Well, there is a statue of a naked man in there, and his most private parts are covered only by a fig leaf.”

“Nonsense,” said the nun, “I’ll just look the other way.”

So, the bartender showed the nun the door at the top of the stairs, and she preceded to use the restroom.

After a few minutes, she came back out, and the whole place was hopping with music and dancing again.

However, they did stop just long enough to give the nun a loud round of applause.

She went to the bartender and said, “Sir, I don’t understand. Why did they applaud for me just because I went to the restroom?”

“Well, now they know you’re one of us,” said the bartender. “Would you like a drink?”

“But I still don’t understand!” said the puzzled nun.

“You see,” laughed the bartender, “every time the fig leaf on the statue is lifted up, the lights go out in the whole place. Now how about that drink?”

Submitted by Glaci
Edited by dolly04 and Curtis

Potato down pants

There was a guy and he was at a bar all night trying to get a lady. He tryed and tryed all night, he couldn’t get one. He went home and his brother told him to put a potato down his pants. On his way to the bar that night he put the potato down his pants. He was at the bar all night. He couldn’t get a lady. He went to home and told his brother that he still didn’t get a lady. His brother said that he should put the potato down the front of his pants next time.

Stolen Towels

When Sam returned to the house one evening, his wife Sarah announced that the new cleaning woman they had hired had stolen two towels.”Yeah,” said Sam very disinterested, and reclining on the sofa, “that wasn’t very nice of her to do.””You’re darn right it wasn’t,” Sarah said.”And they were the two best towels we had… the ones we got from the Hilton Hotel while we were on vacation.”