Rodney Dangerfield’s Best One-Liners!

RODNEY DANGERFIELD’S BEST ONE-LINERS

I was so poor growing up…If I wasn’t born a boy..I’d have nothing to play with.

A girl phoned me the other day and said ….”Come on over, there’s nobody home.” I went over. Nobody was home.

If it weren’t for pickpockets, I’d have no sex life at all.

During sex my girlfriend always wants to talk to me. Just the other night she called me from a hotel.

One day as I came home early from work … I saw a guy jogging naked. I said to the guy, “Hey buddy, why are you doing that?”
He said, “Because you came home early.”

Its been a rough day. I got up this morning, put on a shirt and a button fell off. I picked up my briefcase and the handle came off.
I’m afraid to go to the bathroom.

I was such an ugly kid…When I played in the sandbox the cat kept covering me up.

I could tell that my parents hated me. My bath toys were a toaster and a radio.

I was such an ugly baby…My mother never breast fed me. She told me that she only liked me as a friend.

I’m so ugly…My father carries around the picture of the kid who came with his wallet.

When I was born …. the doctor came out to the waiting room and said to my father, “I’m very sorry. We did everything we could… But he pulled through.”

I’m so ugly … My mother had morning sickness – after I was born.

I remember the time I was kidnapped and they sent a piece of my finger to my father. He said he wanted more proof.

Once when I was lost….. I saw a policeman and asked him to help me find my parents. I said to him …. “Do you think we’ll ever find them?”

He said, “I don’t know kid … there are so many places they can hide.”

My wife made me join a bridge club. I jump off next Tuesday.

I’m so ugly…I worked in a pet shop and people kept asking how big I’d get.

I went to see my doctor “Doctor, every morning when I get up and look in the mirror… I feel like throwing up. What’s wrong with me?” he said…”I don’t know but your eyesight is perfect.”

I went to the doctor because I’d swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills. My doctor told me to have a few drinks and get some rest.

Dream job

Reaching the end of a job interview, the Human Resources Person asked the young programmer, “And what starting salary were you looking for?”

The programmer said, “In the neighborhood of $75,000 a year, depending on the benefit’s package.”

The HR Person said, “Well, what would you say to a package of 5 weeks vacation, 14 paid holidays, full medical and dental, company matching retirement fund to 50% of salary, and a company Corvette leased every 2 years?”

The programmer sat up straight and said, “Wow!!! Are you kidding?”

The HR Person replied, “Certainly, …but you started it.”

Submitted by Curtis
Edited by Yisman

Modem Addiction

“Did you know that last month’s (expletive) phone bill is over $450?” my wife scolded me in her harshest, my-husband-the-child voice. “That’s more than twice the monthly payment you make for that (expletive)computer!” she continued as she escalated to screaming.

“I confess! I confess!” I sobbed. “I’m just an on-line junkie. I’m addicted to my modem! I guess I’ll just have to join Modems Anonymous before I owe my soul to the phone company. “As a counselor for Modems Anonymous, I hear numerous variations of the preceding story every day. That insidious disease, modem fever, is exacting a tragically large toll from the cream of our society’s computer users. Modem-mania is sweeping through the very foundations of our country and there seems to be no stopping it. This disease (yes, it is a social disease of almost epidemic proportions) is becoming a such calamity that soon there’s even going to be a soap opera about on-line addiction named, “All My Modems. “

If you don’t already own one of those evil instruments called a modem, take warning! Don’t even think about buying one. Modem fever sets in very quietly; it sneaks up on you and then grabs you by the wallet, checkbook or, heaven forbid, credit cards.

Once you own a modem, you enter the insidious addictive trap by “dialing up” a friend who also has a modem. For some strange reason, typing messages to each other fascinates you. (Even if it is less than 10%of the speed that you can speak the same words over a normal voice phone link. )Of course, you make several attempts at hooking up before you finally figure out that at least one of you must be in the half-duplex mode; that discovery actually titillates you (sounds impossible, but it’s true).

Then your modem-buddy (friend is too good a term) sows another seed on the road to on-line addiction by giving you the number of a local RBBS (Remote Bulletin Board Service). Once you get an RBBS phone number, you’ve taken the first fatal step in a journey that can only end in on-line addiction.

After you take the next step by dialing up the RBBS your modem-buddy told you about, you find that it’s very easy to “log-on. “This weird form of conversation with an unattended computer is strangely exciting, much more so than just typing messages when you’re on-line with your modem-buddy. The initial bulletins scroll by and inform you about the board, but you’re too “up” to comprehend most of it. Then you read some of the messages in the message section and maybe, in a tentative manner, you enter one or two of your own.

That’s fun, but the excitement starts to wear off; you’re calming down. Thinking that it might be worthwhile to go back and re-read the log-on bulletins, you return to the main RBBS menu.

Then it happens. The RBBS provides the bait that entices you all the way into the fiery hell of modem addiction. As you look at the RBBS main menu to learn how to return to the log-on bulletins, you find an item called FILES. By asking your host computer for FILES, you thread the bait onto the hook of corruption; the FILES SUBMENU sets the hook. You start running with the line when you LIST the files; you leap into the air with the sheer joy of the fight when all those public domain program title sand descriptions scroll by. They’re FREE!!! All you have to do is tell the bulletin board to download (transmit) them to you. You download your first program and you’re landed, in the creel, cleaned and ready for the cooking fires. In just 55 minutes after you logged-onto the board, you’ve downloaded six programs, one of them is Andrew Fleugelman’s PC-Talk, version 3 (truly an instrument for evil).

BBS-LIST. DQC, which is also among the files you downloaded, contains a list of a great number of bulletin boards throughout the country. (There’s evil all around us, constantly tempting us!) You print the list and find about 60 RBBS phone numbers. (Have mercy on our souls!) The list also gives you the hours of operation, communications parameters and informs you about each board’s specialty. You decide to try PC-Talk and use it to dial-up an RBBS about three states away. Since the line is busy, you pass the time entering all those RBBS phone numbers into PC-Talk’s voluminous dialing directory.

You try the number again — still busy. You think, “Hey, there’s one that specializes in Pascal programs. Maybe I’ll try it. It’s about half-way across the country, but it’s after 5pm and the phone rates have changed. It won’t be too expensive.”

The Pascal board answers. After 45 minutes you’ve downloaded another five programs. Then you call another board –only this one’s completely across the country from California, in Florida. And so it goes on into the night . . . and the next night. . . and the next. . . . Some days it gets to you. You begin to feel the dirtiness of modem addiction, particularly when your wife makes you feel like a child by berating you for those astronomical phone bills — if she hasn’t divorced you by then. Every time you sit down before your PC to do some work, you dial up another RBBS instead. If that one’s busy, you call another, and another, until you connect. Then you feel OK, almost “high.” When you finally hang up, you still can’t work; you can only dial up another RBBS.

Your downfall as an on-line addict is just another one of this society’s terrible tragedies, such as polygamy or the compulsion to circle all the numbers on computer magazine “bingo cards.” Eventually your whole social life relies upon only the messages you find on electronic bulletin boards; your only happiness is the programs you have downloaded. (You never try any of them, you only collect them. )Hope exists, however. We, the dedicated but under-paid staff of Modems Anonymous, have done extensive research to find a cure for modem mania, which has been ruining hundreds of lives. And we have succeeded in our quest.

The cure is really quite simple, yet effective: Set up your own remote bulletin board service. Then all the other modem addicts will phone you, and their wives can nag at them about $450 phone bills, and you can find peace — at last.

Etch-A-Sketch

A little more clutter for your inbox…Q: My Etch-A-Sketch has a distorted display. What should I do?A: Pick it up and shake it.Q: My Etch-A-Sketch has these funny little lines all over the screen. How can I get rid of them?A: Pick it up and shake it.Q: How do I force an application to quit on my Etch-A-Sketch?A: Pick it up and shake it.Q: How do I turn my Etch-A-Sketch off?A: Pick it up and shake it. Set it down.Q: How do I delete a document from my Etch-A-Sketch?A: Pick it up and shake it.Q: How do I prevent data loss on my Etch-A-Sketch?A: Stop shaking it.

Haiku error messages

Imagine if, instead of incomprehensible unhelpful geeky text strings, your computer produced error messages in haiku:A file that big?It might be very usefulBut now it is gone.*****The Web site you seekcannot be locatedbut endless others exist.*****Chaos reigns within.Reflect, repent, and reboot.Order shall return.*****Aborted effort.Close all that you have.You ask far too much.*****First snow, then silence.This thousand dollar screen diesso beautifully.*****With searching comes lossand the presence of absence:”My novel” not found.*****The Tao that is seenis not the true Tao, untilYou bring fresh toner.*****Windows NT crashed.I am the Blue Screen of Death.No one hears your screams.*****Stay the patient course.Of little worth is your ire:The network is down.*****A crash reducesyour expensive computerto a simple stone.*****Yesterday it worked.Today it is not working.Windows is like that.*****Three things are certain:Death, taxes, and lost data.Guess which one has occurred.*****You step in the stream,but the water has moved on.This page is not here.*****Out of memory.We wish to hold the whole sky,but we never will.*****Having been erased,the document you’re seekingmust now be retyped.*****Rather than a beepor a rude error message,these words: ”File not found.”*****Serious error.All shortcuts have disappeared.Screen. Mind. Both are blank.

Forwards

Hello, my name is Basmati Kasaar. I am suffering from rare and
deadly diseases, poor scores on final exams, extreme virginity,
fear of being kidnapped and executed by anal electrocution, and
guilt for not forwarding fifty billion fucking chain letters
sent to me by people who actually believe that if you send them
on, then that poor fucking six-year-old girl in Arkansas with a
breast on her forehead will be able to raise enough money to
have it removed before her redneck parents sell her off to the
traveling freak show.

Do you honestly believe that Bill Gates is going to give you and
everyone you send his email to $1000? How stupid are you?

Ooooh, looky here! If I scroll down this page and make a wish,
I’ll get laid by every Playboy Bunny in the magazine! What a
bunch of fucking bullshit. So basically, this message is a big
“FUCK YOU!” to all the people out there who have nothing better
to do than to send me stupid chain mail forwards.

If you re going to forward something, at least send me something
mildly fucking amusing. Send this to fifty of your closest
friends, and this poor, wretched excuse for a human being will
somehow receive a nickel from some omniscient being forwards
about ninety times. I don t fucking care. Show a little
intelligence and think about what you re actually contributing
to by sending out forwards. Chances are it s your own
unpopularity.

THE THREE BASIC TYPES OF CHAIN LETTERS:

Chain Letter Type 1

Hello, and thank you for reading this letter. You see, there is
a starving little boy in Baklaliviatatlaglooshen who has no
arms, no legs, no parents, and no goats. This little boy s life
could be saved, because for every time you pass this on, a
dollar will be donated to the Little Starving Legless Armless
Goat less Boy from Baklaliviatatlaglooshen Fund. Oh, and
remember, we have absolutely no way of counting the e-mails sent
and this is all a complete load of bullshit. So go on, reach
out. Send this to 5 people in the next 47 seconds. Oh, and a
reminder, if you don t send this to 4 or 6 people, you will die
instantly. Thanks again!!

Chain Letter Type 2

Hi there!! This chain letter has been in existence since 1897.
This is absolutely incredible because there was no email then
and probably not as many sad pricks with nothing better to do.
So this is how it works…pass his on to 15,067 people in the
next 7 minutes or something horrible will happen to you!!! I
Promise!

Chain Letter Type 3

As if you care, here is a poem that I wrote. Send it to all your
“so called ” friends.

FRIENDS:

A friend is someone who likes you even though you stink of shit,
and your breath smells like you’ve been eating cat food.

A friend is someone who likes you even though you re as ugly as
a hat full of assholes.

A friend is someone who stays with you all night while you cry
about your sad, sad life.

A friend is someone who pretends they like you when they really
think you should be raped by mad gorillas, then thrown to
vicious dogs.

A friend is someone who scrubs your toilet, vacuums and then
gets the check and leaves and doesn’t speak much English…no,
sorry that s the cleaning lady.

A friend is not someone who sends you chain letters because he
wants his wish of being rich to come true.

Now pass this on! If you don’t, you’ll never have sex ever
again!

The point being? If you get some chain letter that s threatening
to leave you shagless or luckless for the rest of your life,
delete it. If it s funny, send it on. Don t piss people off by
making them feel guilty about a leper in Botswana with no teeth,
who’s been tied to a dead elephant for 27 years, whose only
savior is the 5 cents per letter he’ll receive if you forward
this mail, otherwise you’ll end up like Miranda. Right?

Now forward this to everyone that you know otherwise you’ll find
all your undies missing tomorrow morning.

What was the most disappointing about Y2K?

– No cool Nuclear Missiles to dodge- The world did not end so now I have to go back to work- My mother-in-law wants to move in now that our underground fortress will be unused-The Ball on Times Square did not explode causing Dick Clark’s skin to melt off to reveal his alien-reptile face- With all the bottled water I bought, I could fill my swimming pool. Too bad I already filled my pool with canned string beans.- I will be eating those canned string beans until Y *3* K.

Cyber Relationship

CYBER BREAK UP LETTER
Dear [insert screen name here] (if that is your real name),

I regret to inform you that, under a plan for the periodic removal of unpleasantness from my life, I must terminate our online affair. This termination takes effect immediately, but only because I could not make it retroactive. Below, you will find the reasons for this action:

_____ While our cybersex sessions were, for the most part, competent, your constant use of “brb gotta pee” took some of the romance out of it.

_____ Your use of the term “the ol’ cyber ball and chain” to refer to me has hurt my feelings.

_____ I’ve found another lover, one who knows the importance of punctuation.

_____ Certain errors during cyber sessions indicate that you were less than honest:

� __ You typed: “I remove my bra” when you claimed to be a man.

� __ You typed: “I enter you” when you claimed to be a woman.

� __ You typed your own name at the end.

� __ Your supposedly original scenario, it turns out, is simply page 56 of a Jackie Collins novel.

� __ Your repeated references to animals suggest that you are hiding something from me.

� __ Your refusal to cyber until I submitted a recent AIDS test suggests a degree of paranoia that is, simply put, unhealthy.

� __ I finally opened the file with your __ gif __ jpg __ police record.

� __ I have no choice but to comply with the court orders unless I wish to face stalking charges.

� __ Mommie says I need to spend less time on the computer.

� __ Your mommie called me and yelled at me because of all the time you’re spending on the computer.

� __ I have established a more personal relationship with the Lord, and I would like to talk to you in great detail about what you can do to ensure a place in Heaven when the endtimes come. They are closer than you think.

� ___ The fact that you BCC all your love letters to me leaves me feeling less than special. As in cyber cheating.

� ___ I finally read your profile, and the fact that you are only 14 violates the terms of my parole.

� ___ I am entering the witness protection program.

Please understand, __ [screen name] and/or __ you misbegotten son of a bitch__ sir/madam __ mom/dad [for use in West Virginia], that there is nothing personal in this. We’ve simply grown apart.

Any additional correspondence you may direct to my attorney,

__ Sincerely,

__ Gleefully,

__ I have to go before the warden calls “lights out,”

__ Uh oh, my Real Life mate is coming up the stairs,

__ Good riddance,

[Name or alias]

New Computer Viruses

Ellen Degeneres virus Your IBM suddenly claims it’s a MAC Sharon Stone virus Makes a huge initial impact, then you forget it’s there. Monica Lewinsky virus Sucks all the memory out of your computer Titanic virus Makes your whole computer go down Disney virus Everything in the computer goes Goofy Mike Tyson virus Quits after one byte Prozac virus Screws up your RAM but your processor doesn’t care Lorena Bobbit virus Turns your hard disk into a 3.5 inch floppy Tim Allen virus Appears helpful, only to destroy your hard drive upon contact Woody Allen virus Bypasses the motherboard and turns on a daughter card Saddam Hussein virus Won’t let you into any of your programs Tonya Harding virus Turns your .BAT files into lethal weapons Spice Girl virus Has no real function, but makes a pretty desktop AT&T virus Every 3 minutes it tells you what great service you are getting Martha Stewart virus Takes all your files, sorts them by category and folds them into cute little doilies to be displayed on your desktop Ronald Reagan virus Saves your data, but forgets where it is stored Sony Bono virus Just when you get surfing the web, a firewall appears out of no where Dr. Jack Kevorkian virus Searches your hard drive for old files and deletes them George Michaels virus Runs its course, occasionally releasing excess data buildup Oprah Winfrey virus Your 200MB hard drive suddenly shrinks to 80MB, and then slowly expands to 300MB Joey Buttafuoco virus Only attacks minor files MCI virus Every 3 minutes it reminds you that you’re paying too much for the AT&T virus Arnold Schwarzenegger virus Terminates and stays resident – It’ll be back! X-files virus All your Icons start shape shifting