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Q: why did the blonde cross the road?
A: to catch the chicken
Many of you young persons out there are seriously thinking about going to college. (That is, of course, a lie. The only things you young persons think seriously about are loud music and sex. Trust me: these are closely related to college.)
College is basically a bunch of rooms where you sit for roughly two thousand hours and try to memorize things. The two thousand hours are spread out over four years; you spend the rest of the time sleeping and trying to get dates.
Basically, you learn two kinds of things in college:
* Things you will need to know in later life (two hours). These include how to make collect telephone calls and get beer and crepe-paper stains out of your pajamas.
* Things you will not need to know in later life (1,998 hours). These are the things you learn in classes whose names end in -ology, – – -osophy, -istry, -ics, and so on. The idea is, you memorize these things, then write them down in little exam books, then forget them. If you fail to forget them, you become a professor and have to stay in college for the rest of your life.
It’s very difficult to forget everything. For example, when I was in college, I had to memorize — don’t ask me why — the names of three metaphysical poets other than John Donne. I have managed to forget one of them, but I still remember that the other two were named Vaughan and Crashaw. Sometimes, when I’m trying to remember something important like whether my wife told me to get tuna packed in oil or tuna packed in water, Vaughan and Crashaw just pop up in my mind, right there in the supermarket. It’s a terrible waste of brain cells.
After you’ve been in college for a year or so, you’re supposed to choose a major, which is the subject you intend to memorize and forget the most things about. Here is a very important piece of advice: Be sure to choose a major that does not involve Known Facts and Right Answers.
This means you must *not* major in mathematics, physics, biology, or chemistry, because these subjects involve actual facts. If, for example, you major in mathematics, you’re going to wander into class one day and the professor will say: “Define the cosine integer of the quadrant of a rhomboid binary axis, and extrapolate your result to five significant vertices.” If you don’t come up with exactly the answer the professor has in mind, you fail. The same is true of chemistry: if you write in your exam book that carbon and hydrogen combine to form oak, your professor will flunk you. He wants you to come up with the same answer he and all the other chemists have agreed on. Scientists are extremely snotty about this.
So you should major in subjects like English, philosophy, psychology, and sociology — subjects in which nobody really understands what anybody else is talking about, and which involve virtually no actual facts. I attended classes in all these subjects, so I’ll give you a quick overview of each:
ENGLISH: This involves writing papers about long books you have read little snippets of just before class. Here is a tip on how to get good grades on your English papers: Never say anything about a book that anybody with any common sense would say. For example, suppose you are studying Moby Dick. Anybody with any common sense would say that Moby Dick is a big white whale, since the characters in the book refer to it as a big white whale roughly eleven thousand times. So in your paper, you say Moby Dick is actually the Republic of Ireland. Your professor, who is sick to death of reading papers and never liked Moby-Dick anyway, will think you are enormously creative. If you can regularly come up with lunatic interpretations of simple stories, you should major in English.
PHILOSOPHY: Basically, this involves sitting in a room and deciding there is no such thing as reality and then going to lunch. You should major in philosophy if you plan to take a lot of drugs.
PSYCHOLOGY: This involves talking about rats and dreams. Psychologists are *obsessed* with rats and dreams. I once spent an entire semester training a rat to punch little buttons in a certain sequence, then training my roommate to do the same thing. The rat learned much faster. My roommate is now a doctor. If you like rats or dreams, and above all if you dream about rats, you should major in psychology.
SOCIOLOGY: For sheer lack of intelligibility, sociology is far and away the number one subject. I sat through hundreds of hours of sociology courses, and read gobs of sociology writing, and I never once heard or read a coherent statement. This is because sociologists want to be considered scientists, so they spend most of their time translating simple, obvious observations into scientific-sounding code. If you plan to major in sociology, you’ll have to learn to do the same thing. For example, suppose you have observed that children cry when they fall down. You should write: “Methodological observation of the sociometrical behavior tendencies of prematurated isolates indicates that a casual relationship exists between groundward tropism and lachrimatory, or ‘crying,’ behavior forms.” If you can keep this up for fifty or sixty pages, you will get a large government grant.
A man had a habit of munching on dry dog biscuits while watching TV and it drove his wife nuts.
She tried to discourage him but he saw nothing wrong with it.
One day the wife was at the doctor’s and asked him if her husband’s habit could be harmful.
The Doc told her it could kill him, explaining that pet food isn’t held to the same standards as human food, there could be insects or rodent droppings in it, etc., etc.
She came home and told him but he said, “If it’s good enough for Rover, it’s good enough for me.”
A few weeks later the doctor noticed the man’s obituary. He called on the widow to offer his condolences and had to ask if it was the dog biscuits that killed him.
She said, “Not exactly but it probably contributed to it. You see, he was walking across the road and stopped to lick his balls and a lorry ran over him.”
Submitted by Calamjo
Edited by Curtis
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Mi abuela era muy conocida por su fe y por su falta de reticencia para hablar de ella. Ella sol�a salir al frente de su casa y decir: “�Alabado sea el Se�or!”
Entonces, uno de sus vecinos gritaba: “No hay ning�n Se�or.”
En aquellos d�as mi abuela era muy pobre, as� que su vecino decidi� probar que �l ten�a raz�n y compr� una gran bolsa de comida y la puso frente a la puerta de mi abuela.
La ma�ana siguiente, mi abuela sali� al frente de la casa y al ver la bolsa dijo: “�Alabado sea el Se�or!”
El vecino sali� de detr�s de unos �rboles donde se hab�a escondido y dijo: “�Yo traje esa comida, y no hay ning�n Se�or!”
Mi abuela replic�: “Se�or, no s�lo me enviaste comida, sino que hiciste que el demonio pagara por ella.”
A lawyer was filling out a job application when he came to the question: “Have you ever been arrested?”He answered no to the question.The next question, intended for those who answered the preceding question with a yes, was “why?” Nevertheless, the lawyer answered it “Never got caught.”
Men are like…Curling Irons. They’re always hot and they’re always in your
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Another blonde sent a post card home:
“Having a wonderful time….Where am I?”
14> The only thing wonderful about Wonder Woman is her Wonderbra. 13> Charlie Brown switches his affection to the little blue-haired girl. 12> Wile E. Coyote receives fewer parcels from ACME, more parcels from AARP. 11> New royal title: King Valiant. New color for horrid mixing-bowl haircut: gray. 10> Sylvester’s only interested in the Early Tweety Bird Special. 9> The X-Men have become the Ex-Lax Men. 8> Popeye’s face retains the shape of the frying pan Bluto hit him with for the rest of the episode. 7> Dilbert’s tie no longer points upward without pharmaceutical help. 6> Cathy finally gives up on men and moves into a Greenwich Village flat with Marcie and Peppermint Patty. 5> Pepe LePew no longer makes any scents. 4> SpongeBob’s SquarePants are now UpToHisArmpits, and he can’t seem to get rid of that rank dirty-dish smell. 3> Bugs spends a lot of time in the examination room asking, What’s up with my prostate, Doc? 2> Now retired and living in Florida, Zonker Harris and Michael Doonesbury unintentionally vote for Bush — again. 1> His wife has taken to calling him Limpy Limppecker. [ The Top 5 List www.topfive.com ] [ Copyright 2004 by Chris White ]
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Never put off until tomorrow what you can forget about entirely.