Bill vs. Saddam

Saddam Hussein and Bill Clinton meet up in Baghdad for talks on
sanctions. When Bill sits down he notices Saddam’s chair has
three buttons on the armrest. They begin talking but after 5
minutes Saddam presses a button and a boxing glove pops out of
Clinton’s chair and bashes him on his face.

Clinton, barely believing it, carries on talking, but after
another few minutes Saddam presses a second button and out comes
a large boot and kicks him in the groin. Clinton is pissed off
but still remains outwardly calm.

They resume the talks, but after 5 minutes Saddam presses the
final button and from under the table another boxing glove hits
Clinton, right in the groin. Clinton is really fed up by it now
and stands up to leave.

“We’ll continue this talk next week in the White House” says the
President. Saddam, choking from laughing, is too proud to say
no, so the appointment stands. A week later Clinton receives
Saddam in the Oval Office, and as Saddam sits down, he sees
three buttons in the arm-rest of Clinton’s chair. As the meeting
goes on, Saddam sees Clinton press the first button, and ducks
really fast, but nothing seems to happen.

This doesn’t stop Clinton from laughing…really loudly. After
this, Clinton continues where he left off, until he presses
another button. Saddam reacts really quickly, and jumps up.
Absolutely nothing happens, and this time Clinton falls out of
his chair laughing. Saddam doesn’t get it–what the hell is
happening here? But he hasn’t been harmed yet, so he sits down
again to talk further.

After a few minutes Clinton presses the final button. This time,
Saddam stays sitting, but Clinton isn’t, he’s rolling on the
floor, doubled up from laughing. Saddam is really annoyed by
now, so he stands up from his chair and shouts: “I’ve had enough
of this, I’m going back to Baghdad” (Through tears of laughter
from the floor): “Baghdad?…What fucking Baghdad?”

Hogs Of Trade

Bill Clinton is getting off a helicopter just infront of the
White House. 10,000 people are stood outside welcoming the
return of Bill from abroad.

Bill has two pigs, one under each arm.

A man in the crowd catches his attention and says, “Nice pigs
sir.”

Bill smiles and says, “These aren’t pigs. These are Arkansas
Razorback Hogs. I got one for Hilary and one for Chelsea.”

The man repies, “Nice trade Sir.”

List of English Mis-Translations

In a Tokyo Hotel:
“Is forbidden to steal hotel towels please. If you are not a
person to do such thing is please not to read notis.”

In a Bucharest hotel lobby:
“The lift is being fixed for the next day. During that time we
regret that you will be unbearable.”

In a Leipzig elevator:
“Do not enter the lift backwards, and only when lit up.”

In a Belgrade hotel elevator:
“To more the cabin, push button for wishing floor. If the cabin
should enter more persons, each one should press a number of
wishing floor. Driving is then going alphabetically by national
order.”

In a Paris hotel elevator:
“Please leave your values at the front desk.”

In a hotel in Athens:
“Visitors are expected to complain at the office between the
hours of 9 and 11 A.M. daily.”

In a Yugoslavian hotel:
“The flattening of underwear with pleasure is the fob of the
chambermaid.”

In a Japanese hotel:
“You are invited to take advantage of the chambermaid.”

In the lobby of a Moscow hotel across from a Russian Orthodox
monastery:
“You are welcome to visit the cemetery where famous Russian and
Soviet composers, artists, and writers are buried daily except
Thursday.”

In an Austrian hotel catering to skiers:
“Not to perambulate the corridors in the hours of repose in the
boots of ascension.”

On the menu of a Swiss restaurant:
“Our wines leave you nothing to hope for.”

On the menu of a Polish hotel:
“Salad a firm’s own make; limpid red beet soup with cheesy
dumplings in the form of a finger; roasted duck let loose; beef
rashers beaten up in the country people’s fashion.”

Outside a Hong Kong tailor shop:
“Ladies may have a fit upstairs.”

In a Bangkok dry cleaner’s:
“Drop your trousers here for best results.”

Outside a Paris dress shop:
“Dresses for street walking.”

In a Rhodes tailor shop:
“Order your summers suit. Because is big rush we will execute
customers in strict rotation.”

Similarly, from the Soviet Weekly:
“There will be a Moscow Exhibition of Arts by 15,000 Soviet
Republic painters and sculptors. These were executed over the
past two years.”

A sign posted in Germany’s Black forest:
“It is strictly forbidden on our black forest camping site that
people of different sex, for instance, men and women, live
together in one tent unless they are married with each other for
that purpose.”

In a Zurich hotel:
“Because of the impropriety of entertaining guests of the
opposite sex in the bedroom, it is suggested that the lobby be
used for this purpose.”

In and advertisement by a Hong Kong dentist:
“Teeth extracted by the latest Methodists.”

In a Rome laundry:
“Ladies, leave your clothes here and spend the afternoon having
a good time.”

In a Czechoslovakian tourist agency:
“Take one of our horse-driven city tours – we guarantee no
miscarriages.”

Advertisement for donkey rides in Thailand:
“Would you like to ride on your own ass?”

In a Bangkok temple:
“It is forbidden to enter a woman even a foreigner if dressed as
a man.”

In a Tokyo bar:
“Special cocktails for the ladies with nuts.”

In a Copenhagen airline ticket office:
“We take your bags and send them in all directions.”

In a Norwegian cocktail lounge:
“ladies are requested not to have children in the bar.”

In a Budapest zoo:
“Please do not feed the animals. If you have any suitable food,
give it to the guard on duty.”

In the office of a Roman doctor:
“Specialist in women and other diseases.”

In an Acapulco hotel:
“The manager has personally passed all the water served here.”

In a Tokyo shop:
“Our nylons cost more than common, but you’ll find they are best
in the long run.”

From a Japanese information booklet about using a hotel air
conditioner:
“Cooles and Heates: If you want just condition of warm in your
room, please control yourself.”

From a brochure of a car rental firm in Tokyo:
“When passenger of foot heave in sight, tootle the horn. Trumpet
him melodiously at first, but if he still obstacles your passage
then tootle him with vigor.”

Two signs from a Majorcan shop entrance:
“- English well talking.”
“- Here speeching American.”

English is a messed up language….

Let’s face it — English is a crazy language. There is no egg in
eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in
pineapple. English muffins weren’t invented in England or French
fries in France. Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which
aren’t sweet, are meat.

We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we
find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and
a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

And why is it that writers write but fingers don’t fing, grocers
don’t groce and hammers don’t ham? If the plural of tooth is
teeth, why isn’t the plural of booth beeth? One goose, 2 geese.
So one moose, 2 meese? One index, 2 indices?

Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one
amend, that you comb through annals of history but not a single
annal? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all
but one of them, what do you call it?

If teachers taught, why didn’t preacher praught? If a vegetarian
eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? If you wrote a
letter, perhaps you bote your tongue?

Sometimes I think all the English speakers should be committed
to an asylum for the verbally insane. In what language do people
recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send
cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell? Park on
driveways and drive on parkways?

How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise
man and wise guy are opposites? How can overlook and oversee be
opposites, while quite a lot and quite a few are alike? How can
the weather be hot as hell one day and cold as hell another.

Have you noticed that we talk about certain things only when
they are absent? Have you ever seen a horseful carriage or a
strapful gown? Met a sung hero or experienced requited love?
Have you ever run into someone who was combobulated, gruntled,
ruly or peccable? And where are all those people who ARE spring
chickens or who would ACTUALLY hurt a fly?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which
your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a
form by filling it out and in which an alarm clock goes off by
going on.

English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects
the creativity of the human race (which, of course, isn’t a race
at all). That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible,
but when the lights are out, they are invisible. And why, when I
wind up my watch, I start it, but when I wind up this essay, I
end it

I Am a Bad American

I Am Your Worst Nightmare. I am a BAD American.

I believe the money I make belongs to me and my family, not some
mid-level governmental functionary with a bad comb-over who
wants to give it away to crack addicts squirting out babies.

I’m not in touch with my feelings and I like it that way, damn
it!

I believe no one ever died because of something Ozzy Osbourne,
Ice-T or Marilyn Manson sang.

I think owning a gun doesn’t make you a killer.

I don’t think being a minority makes you noble or victimized.

I believe that if you are selling me a Big Mac, you’d better do
it in English.

I don’t use the excuse “it’s for the children” as a shield for
unpopular opinions or actions.

I think fireworks should be legal on the 4th of July.

I think that being a student doesn’t give you any more
enlightenment than working at Blockbuster. In fact, if your
parents are footing the bill to put your pansy ass through 4-7
years of college, you haven’t begun to be enlightened.

I believe everyone has a right to pray to his or her God.

Hillary Clinton is a carpet-munching lesbian.

My heroes are John Wayne, the Simpsons, and whoever canceled Dr.
Quinn, Medicine Woman.

I don’t hate the rich. I don’t pity the poor.

I know wrestling is fake and I don’t waste my time arguing about
it.

I think global warming is a big lie. Where are all those experts
now, when I am freezing my ass through a long winter?

I’ve never owned a slave, or was a slave, I didn’t wander forty
years in the desert after getting chased out of Egypt, I haven’t
burned any witches or been persecuted by the Turks and neither
have you, so shut-the-#$%!-up already.

I want to know which church is it exactly where the Reverend
Jesse Jackson preaches. And where does he get his money? And why
is he always part of the problem and not the solution?

I think the cops have every right to shoot your sorry ass if
you’re running from them.

I also think they have the right to pull your ass over if you
are breaking the law, regardless of what color you are.

I think if you are too stupid to know how a ballot works, I
don’t want you deciding who should be running the most powerful
nation the world for the next four years.

I hate those bastards standing in the intersections trying to
sell me crap or trying to guilt me into making ‘donations’ to
their cause. These people should be targets.

I think if you are in the passing lane, and not passing, your
license should be revoked, and you should be forced to ride the
bus until you promise to never delay the rest of us again.

I think beef jerky could quite possibly be the perfect food.

I believe that it doesn’t take a village to raise a child, it
takes two parents.

I think tattoos and piercing are fine if you want them, but
please don’t pretend they are a political statement.

I think Dr. Seuss was a genius.

I’m neither angry nor disenfranchised, no matter how desperately
the mainstream media would like the world to believe otherwise.

I believe if she has her lips on your willie, it is sex, and it
is sex for both of you. This even applies when you are President
of the United States.

If that makes me a BAD American, then yes, I’m a BAD AMERICAN.

Texas Heat

You know that you are in Texas when:

The best parking place is determined by shade instead of
distance.

Hot water now comes out of both taps.

You can make instant sun tea.

You learn that a seat belt makes a pretty good branding iron.

The temperature drops below 95 and you feel a bit chilly.

You discover that in July it takes only two fingers to drive
your car.

You discover that you can get sunburn through your car window.

You actually burn your hand opening the car door.

You break a sweat the instant you step outside at 7:30 am before
work.

No one would dream of not having air conditioning.

Your biggest bicycle wreck fear is: ‘What if I get knocked out
and end up lying on the pavement and cook to death?’

You realize that asphalt has a liquid state.

The birds have to use potholders to pull worms out of the ground.

The potatoes cook underground and all you have to do to have
lunch is to pull one out and add butter, salt, and pepper.

Farmers are feeding their chickens crushed ice to keep them from
laying hardboiled eggs.

Cows are giving evaporated milk.

The trees are whistlin’ for the dogs.

A sad Texan prayed once: ‘I wish it would rain – not so much for
me, cuz I’ve seen it, but for my 7-year-old.’

Three Travellers

Three travellers, an American, a Russian and an African, were
all on a world tour in a hot air balloon. The Russian man puts
his hand over the side and feels into the clouds.

“Aaah!” he said, “We’re right over my homeland.”
“How can you tell?” asked the American.
“I can feel the cold air” he replied.

A few days later the African man put his hand over the side into
the clouds.
“Aaah, we’re right over my homeland” he said.
“How do you know that?” asked the Russian.
“I can feel the heat of the Desert.”

Several more days later the American put his hand over the side
into the clouds.
“Aaah, we’re right over New York.” The Russian and African were
amazed.
“How did you know all of that?” They exclaimed.
The American pulled his hand in and held it up for them to see.
“My watch is missing.”