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

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.

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.

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.

You’ve been online too long if…

1. You’re upset because an obituary fails to mention the deceased’s new E-Mail address.

2. You try to order a movie from Blockbuster video by downloading it at 28,800 BPS.

3. You try to download chips and beer for the movie.

4. All the household pets mimic the soundblaster card for attention.

5. You hide the phone or ISP bill from the spouse because you may have to sell the family car to pay it.

6. You start naming the children, Prompt, Enter, Retry, & Abort to Continue.

7. The kids respond to Archie, Veronica, & Jughead only and you call your pet dog Gopher.

8. The pizza in the fridge asks to be moved further from what used to be the meatloaf.

9. You try to pay the paperboy via electronic transfer.

10. You’ve been surfing all day, have no tan, and the only water you’ve come in contact with is in the glass next to you.

11. Tech Support calls “YOU” for help.

12. Someone at work tells you a joke and you say “LOL” out loud.

13. You find yourself trying to cock your head 90 degrees when you smile.

14. You have called out someone’s screen name while making love to your significant other.

15. You keep begging your friends to get an account so “we can hang out”.

16. Three words: Carpal Tunnel Syndrome.

17. If you are male and see a female in the “Real” world that you wish to meet, your first thought is to IM her.

18. If you are female and you see a male in the “Real” world that you wish to meet, your first thought is that you wish he’d IM you.

19. You don’t understand the humor in the above mentioned #7 and #8 since the “real” world is at your fingertips.

20. You have to get a 2nd phone line just so you can call Pizza Hut.

21. When you have sex, you no longer are concerned about sexually transmitted diseases.

22. You walk into a room, and, finding that it has more than 23 people, you inform management that there is an error.

23. When looking at signs, you wonder why they are always “yelling” at you.

24. You go up to people you are attracted to “in real life” and ask them for their GIF.

25. Your last sexual experience was really just a “textual” experience.

26. You know what a “snert” is.

27. You set your kitchen on fire while cooking dinner because you wanted to “check your mail” & while there you “just wanted to see who was online”.

28. You meet people from AOL in public & you have no idea what their real name is, so you call them by their screen name.

29. You’ve even gotten on an airplane just to meet some folks face-to-face.

30. When seeing someone you wish to meet, your second thought is wishing they’d be on AOL so you don’t have to meet them in person.

31. You have a vanity car tag with your screen name on it.

32. You no longer type with proper capitalization, punctuation, or complete sentences.

33. You have met over 100 AOLers.

34. When meeting a stranger, you ask for their profile. If they have a profile you ask them for an age/sex/location check.

35. You understand the humor in all of this.

36. You keep telling yourself to Get a Life.

37. When someone online says BRB, gotta go pee, you ask them to go for you, and think they can.

38. You think about starting a 12-step recovery group for AOL junkies.

39. You are on the phone a minute & need to do something else & say “BRB” or “BBL”.

40. You check your E-mail and forget you have real mail (a.k.a. snail mail).

41. You go into withdrawals during dinner.

42. You spend at least 30 minutes making sure you say good-bye to everyone in a room.

43. You stop speaking in full sentences.

44. You have gone into an unstaffed Tech Support room & ended up “giving” tech support to other AOLers.

45. You sign on & immediately get 10 IMs from people who have you on their buddy list.

46. You have a map on the wall w/ LOTS of red thumbtacks to mark where people are you have met.

47. You look at an annoying person off-line & wish you had your ignore button handy.

48. You bring a bag lunch & a cooler to the computer.

49. Your significant other kisses your neck while you’re chatting and you think , “Uh oh, cyber sex perv.”

50. You go thru “withdrawal” if you are away from the computer for more than a few hours.

51. Your buddy list has over 100 people on it.

52. You understand what BIF ISO BIM means. (I wonder how many will get this one… If so, you’ve been hanging out in *strange* places).

53. You wake up in the morning and the first thing you do is get online before you have your first cup of coffee.

54. You have to inject no-doze into your butt to keep it awake.

55. You have your computer set so it goes directly into AOL’s welcome screen.

56. You wait 6 hours online for a certain “special” person to come home from work.

57. You don’t know where the time has gone.

58. You end sentences with 3 (or more) periods while writing letters by hand.

59. Your relationship online has gone farther than any real one you have had.

60. You get up at 2 am to go to the bathroom but turn on the computer instead.

61. You don’t even notice anymore when someone has a typo.

62. You enter a room & 23 people greet you w/ {{hugs}} or **kisses**.

63. You stop typing whole words and use things like ppl, dunno and lemme.

64. Your voicemail/answering machine message is “BRB, leave your s/n & I will TTYL”.

65. You type faster than you think.

66. You got your psychiatrist addicted to AOL too & are now undergoing therapy in private rooms instead of at his office.

67. You want to be buried with your computer when it dies or vice versa.

68. You actually enjoy the fact that you are addicted.

69. You can actually read & follow all the names of the cast that scrolls up your TV screen at the end of a movie.

70. People say, “If it weren’t for your super reflexes in your eyes and fingers, you would have been classified as a vegetable!”

71. You dream in “text”.

72. Being called a Newbie is a “MAJOR” insult.

73. There is absolutely no interesting chat in any room & you’re really bored.

74. You don’t want to leave in case you miss something.

75. You double click your TV remote.

76. You can now type over 70 wpm.

77. You have to be pried from your computer by the “Jaws of Life”.

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]