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jokes, volume
5
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volume 4 ∙ volume 5
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issue 5.01
A Texan, a Californian, and Oregonian are out riding horses. The
Texan pulls out an expensive bottle of whiskey, takes a long draught, then
another and suddenly throws it into the air, pulls out his gun and shoots the
bottle in midair.
The Californian looks at him and
says, "What are you doing? That was a perfectly good bottle of whiskey! The
Texan says, "In Texas, there is plenty of whiskey and the bottles are cheap!"
A while later, not wanting to be
outdone, the Californian pulls out a bottle of Chardonnay, takes a few sips,
throws the bottle into the air, pulls out his gun and shoots it in midair. The
Oregonian can't believe his eyes, "What the heck did you do that for? That was a
perfectly good bottle of Chardonnay!" The Californian says, "In California, we
have plenty of Chardonnay and bottles are cheap."
So, awhile later, the Oregonian pulls
out a bottle of Widmer Hefeweizen. He opens it, takes a sip, and then chugs the
whole bottle. He then puts the bottle in his saddlebag, pulls out his gun, and
shoots the Californian. The Texan, shocked, says, "Why in the world did you do
that?!" The Oregonian replies, "In Oregon, we have plenty of Californians and
the bottles are worth a nickel.
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issue 5.08
A blind man enters a ladies bar by mistake. He finds his way to a
barstool and orders a drink. After sitting there for a while, he yells to the
bartender, "Hey, you wanna hear a blonde joke?" The bar immediately falls
absolutely quiet. In a very deep, husky voice, the woman next to him says,
"Before you tell that joke, sir, I think it’s only fair – since you’re blind –
that you know five things:
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The bartender is a blonde woman.
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The bouncer is a blonde woman.
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I'm a 6 feet tall, 220 pound blonde woman with a black belt in
karate.
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The woman sitting next to me is blonde and a professional weight
lifter.
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The lady to your right is a blonde and is a professional
wrestler.
Now think about it seriously, Mister. Do you still wanna tell
that joke?"
The blind man thinks for a second, shakes his head, and declares,
"Nah, not if I'm gonna have to explain it five times….”
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issue 5.09
[One of the oldest — and best — jokes around. (Note:
despite what the first paragraph says this is not true, of course...snopes.com
gives an accurate and fascinating history behind the joke. But whatever,
it’s still hilarious.)]
SUBJECT: HELL EXPLAINED SCIENTIFICALLY
The following is an actual (supposedly) question given on a
University of Washington chemistry mid term:
Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (giving off heat) or
endothermic(absorbing heat)?
Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using
Boyle's Law, (gas cools off when it expands and heats up when it is
compressed) or some variant. One student, however, wrote the following:
First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in
time. So we need to know the rate that souls are moving into Hell and the
rate they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul
gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving.
As for how many souls are entering Hell, lets look at the
different religions that exist in the world today. Some of these religions
state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell.
Since there are more than one of these religions and since people do not
belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to
Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of
souls in Hell to increase exponentially.
Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell
because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure
in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately
as souls are added.
This gives two possibilities:
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If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at
which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will
increase until all Hell breaks loose.
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If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase
of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell
freezes over.
So which is it? If we accept the postulate given to me by
Teresa Marie Jennings during my Freshman year, "...that it will be a cold
day in Hell before I date you.", and take into account the fact that I
still have not succeeded in having a date with her, then, #2 cannot be
true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and will not freeze.
The student received the only "A" given.
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issue 5.10
THINGS YOU'D LOVE TO SAY OUT LOUD AT WORK
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I can see your point, but I still think you're full of
shit.
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I don't know what your problem is, but I'll bet it's hard
to pronounce.
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How about never? Is never good for you?
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I see you've set aside this special time to humiliate
yourself in public.
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I'll try being nicer if you'll try being smarter.
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Ahhh...I see the screw-up fairy has visited us again….
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I'm already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth.
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What am I? Flypaper for freaks!?
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Yes, I am an agent of Satan, but my duties are largely
ceremonial.
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Sarcasm is just one more service we offer.
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Too many freaks, not enough circuses.
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Chaos, panic, & disorder — my work here is done.
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Oh I get it... like humor... but different.
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issue 5.11
In Japan, programmers translating Microsoft Windows for
Japanese users replaced the impersonal and unhelpful Microsoft error
messages with Japanese haiku poetry. Some examples of the Japanese error
messages:
A file that big?
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.
You seek a Web site.
It cannot be located.
Countless more exist.
Chaos reigns within.
Stop, reflect, and reboot.
Order shall return.
Yesterday it worked
Today it is not working
Windows is like that.
With searching comes loss.
The presence of absence.
"June Sales.doc" not found.
Windows NT crashed.
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 reduces
Your expensive computer
To a simple stone.
You step in the stream
But the water has moved on.
Page not found.
Out of memory.
We wish to hold the whole sky,
But we never will.
Serious error.
All shortcuts have disappeared.
Screen. Mind. Both are blank.
Three things are certain:
Death, taxes, and lost data.
Guess which has occurred.
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