Those darn variables

A math student is pestered by a classmate who wants to copy his homework assignment. The student hesitates, not only because he thinks it’s wrong, but also because he doesn’t want to be sanctioned for aiding and abetting.
His classmate calms him down: “Nobody will be able to trace my homework to you: I’ll be changing the names of all the constants and variables: a to b, x to y, and so on.”
Not quite convinced, but eager to be left alone, the student hands his completed assignment to the classmate for copying.
After the deadline, the student asks: “Did you really change the names of all the variables?”
“Sure!” the classmate replies. “When you called a function f, I called it g; when you called a variable x, I renamed it to y; and when you were writing about the log of x+1, I called it the timber of x+1…”

Monica & the Genie!

Monica Lewinsky was walking on the beach when she found a lantern washed up on the shore. She started to rub it and out popped a genie.

“Oh goodie, now I will get three wishes!”, she exclaimed.
“No”, said the genie, “You have been very bad this year, and because of this, I can only give you one wish.”

“Lets see,” says Monica, “I don’t need fame, because I have plenty of that due to all of the media coverage.”

“And I don’t need money, because after I write my book, and do all my interviews, I’ll have all the money I could ever want.”

“I would like to get rid of these love handles, though.” “Yeah, that’s it,for my one wish, I would like my love handles removed.”

Poof!, and just like that, her ears were gone!

Arthritis

A man who smelled like a distillery flopped on a subway seat next to a priest.

The man’s tie was stained, his face was plastered with red lipstick, and a half empty bottle of gin was sticking out of his torn coat pocket.

He opened his newspaper and began reading.

After a few minutes, the disheveled guy turned to the priest and asked, “Say, father, what causes arthritis?”

“Mister, it’s caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol and a contempt for your fellow man.”

“Well I’ll be.” the drunk muttered, returning to his paper.

The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man and apologized. “I’m very sorry. I didn’t mean to come on so strong. How long did you have arthritis?”

“I don’t have it father. I was just reading here that the Pope does.”

Submitted by Curtis
Edited by Calamjo

Cows and politics

A CHRISTIAN DEMOCRAT: You have two cows. You keep one and give one to your neighbor.

A SOCIALIST: You have two cows. The government takes one and gives it to your neighbor.

AN AMERICAN REPUBLICAN: You have two cows. Your neighbor has none. So what?

AN AMERICAN DEMOCRAT: You have two cows. Your neighbor has none. You feel guilty for

being successful. You vote people into office who tax your cows, forcing you to sell one to raise

money to pay the tax. The people you voted for then take the tax money and buy a cow and give it to

your neighbor. You feel righteous.

A COMMUNIST: You have two cows. The government seizes both and provides you with milk.

A FASCIST: You have two cows. The government seizes both and sells you the milk. You join the

underground and start a campaign of sabotage.

DEMOCRACY, AMERICAN STYLE: You have two cows. The government taxes you to the point you

have to sell both to support a man in a foreign country who has only one cow, which was a gift from

your government.

CAPITALISM, AMERICAN STYLE: You have two cows. You sell one, buy a bull, and build a herd of

cows.

BUREAUCRACY, AMERICAN STYLE: You have two cows. The government takes them both,

shoots one, milks the other, pays you for the milk, then pours the milk down the drain.

AN AMERICAN CORPORATION: You have two cows. You sell one, and force the other to produce

the milk of four cows. You are surprised when the cow drops dead.

A FRENCH CORPORATION: You have two cows. You go on strike because you want three cows.

A JAPANESE CORPORATION: You have two cows. You redesign them so they are one-tenth the

size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk. You then create clever cow cartoon

images called Cowkimon and market them World-Wide.

A GERMAN CORPORATION: You have two cows. You reengineer them so they live for 100 years,

eat once a month, and milk themselves.

A BRITISH CORPORATION: You have two cows. They are mad. They die. Pass the shepherd’s

pie, please.

AN ITALIAN CORPORATION: You have two cows, but you don’t know where they are. You break for

lunch.

A RUSSIAN CORPORATION: You have two cows. You count them and learn you have five cows.

You count them again and learn you have 42 cows. You count them again and learn you have 12

cows. You stop counting cows and open another bottle of vodka.

A SWISS CORPORATION: You have 5000 cows, none of which belong to you. You charge others for

storing them.

A BRAZILIAN CORPORATION: You have two cows. You enter into a partnership with an American

corporation. Soon you have 1000 cows and the American corporation declares bankruptcy.

AN INDIAN CORPORATION: You have two cows. You worship both of them.

A CHINESE CORPORATION: You have two cows. You have 300 people milking them. You claim

full employment, high bovine productivity, and arrest the newsman who reported on them.

AN ISRAELI CORPORATION: There are these two Jewish cows, right? They open a milk factory, an

ice cream store, and then sell the movie rights. They send their calves to Harvard to become

doctors. So, who needs people?

AN ARKANSAS CORPORATION: You have two cows. That one on the left is kinda cute.

Guinness Drinker

A bloke goes into a pub. The barmaid asks what he wants.

“I want to put my head between your tits, and lick the sweat off.” he replies.

“You dirty bastard!” shouts the barmaid, “get out before I get my husband.”

The bloke apologizes and says he will never do it again. The barmaid, disgusted, accepts his apology and asks what he wants again.

“I want to pull down your knickers, spread cottage cheese between your arse cheeks and lick it off.” he replies.

“What???” screams the barmaid, “That’s it, you’re barred, you dirty, filthy, perverted bastard, GET OUT NOW!”

Once again the bloke apologizes, and says he will never, ever do it again.

“Right. I’ll give you one last chance,” says the barmaid, “now, what do you want?”

“I want to turn you upside down, fill your pussy with Guinness and drink it all out of you.”

The barmaid screams, starts crying and runs upstairs to her husband, who is sitting down watching the telly.

“What’s up, love?” says the husband.

“There’s this disgusting bloke downstairs! When I asked him what he wanted, he said that he wanted too put his head between my tits and lick the sweat off,” she says in a flood of tears.

“What?! He’s a dead man!” shouts the husband getting out of his chair.

“Then he said he wanted to pull down my knickers spread cottage cheese between my arse cheeks and lick it off!” screams the wife.

“Right, he’s going to need a body bag, the bastard!” shouts the husband rolling up his sleeves and picking up a baseball bat.

“Then he said he wanted to turn me upside down, fill my pussy with Guinness and drink it out of me” she concludes.

When he hears this, the husband puts the baseball bat down and sits back down in his chair.

“Aren’t you going to do something?!!” shouts the wife in hysterics.

“Listen love, I’m not messing with someone who can drink 14 pints of Guinness…”

Bush Lies ‘Bout Yellow Cake Sold

(instrumental intro)
Bush polls come tumblin’ down.
Exposed: his lies, so grand.
Wanted Iraq to disarm.
He should have listened to his old man.
He knows he can’t cover his error.
His CIA now abused.
It’s not too pleasant for his neocons gropin’.
Bush Boy looks dumb, and he’s singing… the blu-u-ues…
Ah…. Ah…
‘Cause Bush lies ’bout yellow cake sold.
Now he’s flogged: impropriety, foul.
The Shrub now rants in the White House:
“I want Iraq war won now!”
Lackeys are scowling that Dems have the goods,
Blunting the lies that Bush told.
Niger’s asking Bush to apologize
For lies ’bout yellow cake so-o-old…
Ah…. Ah…
What does Bush think he’ll do then?
He’s gettin’ shot down, it’s plain.
He’ll chug down a couple of vodka and tonics
To numb his poor brain again.
Sack Bush and get a replacement,
His petty regime runs aground.
Morals? Do Bushies have any?
Shilling for nitwits like Shrub, who’s unsou-ou-ound.
Ah… Ah…
‘Cause Bush lies ’bout yellow cake sold.
Now he’s flogged: impropriety, foul.
The Shrub now rants in the White House:
“I want Iraq war won now!”
Lackeys are scowling that Dems have the goods,
Blunting the lies that Bush told.
Niger’s asking Bush to apologize
For lies ’bout yellow cake so-o-old…
Ah…. Ah…

Redneck Haikus…

Redneck Haikus

Beauty

Naked in repose
Silvery silhouette girls
Adorn my mud flaps

Remorse

A painful sadness
Cain’t fit big screen TV through
Double-wide’s front door

Mother and Child

Crusted in boogers
Stained with Kool-Aid, baby has face
Only Mama loves

Exuberance

Joyous, playful, bright
Trailer park girl rolls in puddle
Of old motor oil

Alone

Seeking solitude
Carl’s ex-wife Tammy files fer
Restraining order

Desire

Damn, in that tube-top
You make me almost fergit
That you’re my cousin

Impounded

Sixty-five dollars
And cyclone fence keeps me from
My El Camino

Offerings

Tonight we hunger
Grandma sent grocery money
To Robert Tilton

Drama

Set the VCR
Dukes of Hazard Marathon
Starts at 9 O’Clock

Deprived

In WalMart toy aisle
Wailing boy wants rasslin’ doll
Mama whups his ass

No Signal

White noise, buzzing static
Call Earl; the satellite dish
Needs new descrambler

Pride

Grinning, he displays
The nine hundred beer cans that
Fill his pick-up bed

The 2 deer hunters.

Two guys are out hunting deer…

The first guy says, “Did you see that?…pointing to the sky.”
“No,” the second guy says.
“Well, a bald eagle just flew overhead!” the first guy says.
“Oh,” says the second guy.

A couple of minutes later, pointing to a far ridge, the first guy says, “Did you see that?”
“See what?” the second guy asks.
“Are you blind? There was a big, black bear walking on that hill, over there!”
“Yah, Ok”, says the second guy again with a bit of irritation in his voice.

A few minutes later the first guy says: “Did you see that?”
This time pointing behind them.

By now, the second guy is getting very aggravated and says, “Yah, I SAW IT!”

And the first guy says: “Then why did you step in it?”

Womens personal ads

40-ish. . . 48.

Adventurous… has had more partners than you ever will.

Athletic… flat-chested.

Average looking… ugly.

Beautiful… pathological liar.

Contagious smile… bring your penicillin.

Educated… college dropout.

Emotionally secure… medicated.

Feminist… fat ball-buster.

Free spirit. . . substance user.

Friendship first. . . trying to live down a reputation as a slut.

Fun… annoying.

Gentle… comatose.

Good listener… borderline autistic.

New-age… all body hair, all the time.

Old-fashioned … lights out, missionary position only.

Open-minded… desperate.

Outgoing. . . loud.

Passionate. . . loud.

Poet… depressive schizophrenic.

Redhead… shops in the Clairol section.

Rubenesque… grossly fat.

Romantic. . . looks better by candlelight.

Voluptuous… very fat.

Weight proportional to height… hugely fat.

Wants soul mate… one step away from stalking.

Widow… nagged first husband to death.

Young at heart… toothless crone.