THE DAILY SHOW HEADLINES

As the Democratic Party hones its campaign strategy for
next year’s election, it might look to Austin, Texas, where
Democrats are facing off against Republicans using a
strategy experts have dubbed “running like hell.”

Fifty-three legislators from the Texas House of
Representatives bolted for the Oklahoma state line to
prevent a vote that would redraw voting districts to favor
the Republican House Majority.

Speaker of the house Tom Craddick broke the news,
saying, “we have found 40-plus members located in Ardmore,
Oklahoma, they are staying at the Holiday Inn, at the
present time, five minutes ago they were having dinner at
Denny’s, for those of you who might be interested in that.”
Divisions in the Democratic ranks appeared at Denny’s,
where representatives were deadlocked over the issue of
whether or not the “Moons Over My Hammy” is delicious.

VIOLENT DRILL TEAM

A nationwide bio-terrorism drill was kicked off in Seattle
last week, as a mock explosion of a dirty bomb tested the
preparedness of firefighters, police, and other emergency
workers.

The Seattle drill is said to have run smoothly until news
of the wartime re-enactment reached a group of nearby Civil
War buffs, who excitedly set up a basecamp and attempted to
saw off victims’ legs.

According to Seattle mayor Greg Nickels, such an event is
crucial to national security because, quote, “homeland
security really begins at home.” Nickels is actually
speaking literally. Homeland security really does begin at
his home as Tom Ridge is crashing on his couch for a couple
of days.

BLAIRLY LEGAL

The New York Times recently printed an exhaustive front-
page story flagellating itself for the deceptions of a
Times reporter, Jayson Blair, while also providing the
first evidence we’ve seen in years that newspapers have any
sense of shame.

Blair was discovered to have falsified and plagiarized
dozens of stories for the Times. One glaring example of
Blair’s deception were his vivid bedside descriptions of
wounded Marines at the Bethesda Naval Medical Center. The
hitch is, he was never there but interviewed them by phone.
This fact should have been more apparent when he relied on
one heavily sedated Marine’s description of the other as “a
quiet purple centaur with TV coming from his mouth.”

Expense reports show Blair was at home in Brooklyn when he
was supposed to be in Maryland covering the sniper story.
One embarrassingly false report that made the front page of
the Times was titled, “Boy, There Sure is a Lot of Sniping
Going on Here Where I Am. Maryland That is… Where I Am at
Presently. Dang. Look Around at Maryland.”

Before it starts…

A man comes home from an exhausting day at work, plops down on the couch in front of the television, and tells his wife, “Get me a beer before it starts!”

The wife sighs and gets him a beer.

Ten minutes later, he says, “Get me another beer before it starts!”

She looks cross, but fetches another beer and slams it down next to him. He finishes that beer and a few minutes later says, “Quick, get me another beer, it’s going to start any minute!”

The wife is furious. She yells at him “Is that all you’re going to do tonight! Drink beer and sit in front of that TV! You’re nothing but a lazy, drunken, fat slob, and furthermore…”

The man sighs and says, “It’s started…”

The snake and the new glasses

A old snake goes to see his Doctor.

“Doc, I need something for my eyes…can’t see well these days”.
The Doc fixes him up with a pair of glasses and tells him to return in 2 weeks.

The snake comes back in 2 weeks and tells the doctor he’s very depressed.

Doc says, “What’s the problem…didn’t the glasses help you?”

“The glasses are fine doc, I just discovered I’ve been living with a water hose the past 2 years!”

“Okay, Disney World.”

My two-year-old cousin scared us one summer by disappearing during our
lakeside vacation. More than a dozen relatives searched the forest and
shoreline, and everyone was relieved when we found Matthew playing calmly in the
woods.
“Listen to me!” his mother said sharply, “From now on when you want to
go someplace, you tell Mommy first, okay?”
Matthew thought about that for a moment and said: “Okay, Disney World.”

The Top 13 Signs a Video Game Is Too Realistic (Part I)

13> One of your Sims just won first place on “American Idol.”

12> Those guys outside your house in dark suits after you get to a certain level in “Enter the Matrix”? Those ain’t Mormons, Chester.

11> You can’t scope with any of the *virtual* hotties, either, dweeb-boy.

10> This game has no monsters, no guns, no crashes — just Mom yelling to get off the computer and do your homework.

9> Your dark-skinned Sims are deleted from your computer and stored on a server in Guantanamo.

8> For about four days every month, Lara Croft shoots at *you*.

7> The boss on the final level is an evil, arrogant old guy who does nothing but deny you overtime and write unflattering performance reviews.

6> Game limits your running speed based on your smoking habit and the weight recorded during last doctor’s visit.

5> Every time the frog gets run over, your shirt gets splattered with blood.

4> Your Sims refuse to do anything you say until you agree to put on a clean T-shirt.

3> Your two regular Internet opponents, “SaddamH” and “binLaden,” haven’t logged on in weeks now.

2> Guiding your Knicks in the 4th quarter of “NBA Live 2003,” you suddenly feel the pressure — of Latrell Sprewell’s fingers around your throat.

1> The newly elected mayor of Vice City? Marion Barry.

[ The Top 5 List www.topfive.com ]

[ Copyright 2003 by Chris White ]

Don’t help dear

An old Montana rancher hates wearing his seat belt.

One day, he’s driving on the highway with his wife and sees a state trooper behind him.

He says to his wife, “Quick, take the wheel! I’ve got to put my seat belt on!”

She does, and right then, the trooper pulls them over.

He walks up to the car and says to the rancher, �Say, I noticed you weren�t wearing your seat belt.�

The rancher says, “I was, but you don’t have to take my word for it. My wife is a good Christian, ask her. She’ll tell you the truth. She doesn’t lie about anything.”

So the cop asks the wife.

The wife says, “I’ve been married to Buck for 20 years, officer, and one thing I’ve learned in all that time is this: You never argue with him when he’s drunk.”

Submitted by Curtis
Edited by Tantilazing

How True

A college professor is explaining to his class that pleasure is a mental state, and that many people overlook the things they already have.

He says, “A man who has developed a true sense of appreciation can enjoy a good bowel movement as much as having sexual intercourse.”

Norris stands up and says, “Professor Chernoff, either you don’t know how to fuck, or I don’t know how to shit.”

Encountering a bear

A Baptist missionary was walking in Africa when he heard the ominous padding of a lion behind him. “Oh Lord,” prayed the missionary, “Grant in Thy goodness that the lion walking behind me is a good Christian lion.” And then, in the silence that followed, the missionary heard the lion praying too: “Oh Lord,” he prayed, “I thank Thee for the food which I am about to receive.”

Bronze sculptures

A tourist wanders into a back-alley antique shop in San Francisco’s Chinatown. Picking through the objects on display he discovers a detailed bronze sculpture of a rat.

The sculpture is so interesting and unique that he picks it up and asks the shop owner the price. “Twelve dollars for the rat, sir,” says the shop owner, “and an extra thousand dollars more for the story behind it.”

“You can keep the story, old man,” he replies, “but, I’ll take the rat.”

The transaction complete, the tourist leaves the store with the bronze rat under his arm. As he crosses the street in front of the store, two live rats emerge from a sewer drain and fall into step behind him.

Nervously looking over his shoulder, he begins to walk faster, but every time he passes another sewer drain, more rats come out and follow him. By the time he’s walked two blocks, at least a hundred rats are at his heels, and people begin to point and shout. He walks even faster, and soon breaks into a trot as multitudes of rats swarm from sewers, basements, vacant lots, and abandoned cars….following him.

Rats by the thousands are at his heels, and as he sees the waterfront at the bottom of the hill, he panics and starts to run full tilt.

No matter how fast he runs, the  rats keep up, squealing hideously now not just thousands but millions, so that by the time he comes racing to the water’s edge a trail of rats twelve city blocks long is behind him.

Making a mighty leap, he jumps up onto a light post, grasping it with with one arm, while he hurls the  bronze rat into San Francisco Bay with the other, as far as he can throw it.

Pulling his legs up and clinging to the light post, he watches in amazement as the seething tide of rats surges over the breakwater into the sea, where they drown.

Shaken and mumbling, he makes his way back to the antique shop.

“Ah sir, you’ve come back for the rest of the story,”  says  the owner.

“No,” says the tourist, “I was just hoping you had a bronze sculpture of a lawyer!”