joke contest submission

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I have one civ related joke, in Latin:

Scitisne quantas numerus barbarorum satis est ipsi facem acceddere possint?
Decies centena milia----uno facem tenente, debent ceteri convenire atque conari ignem invenire.

translation in ten minutes

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Gauis Mucius Scaevola Sinistra
Pontificator Pedanticus
Older, richer, and wiser than you.
 
Do you know how many barbarians it takes to light a torch?
1 million--one to hold the torch, and rest to get together and try to discover fire!

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Gauis Mucius Scaevola Sinistra
Pontificator Pedanticus
Older, richer, and wiser than you.
 
A blonde walked into an appliance shop. She saw something she liked and said to the clerk,
"I'd like to buy that TV."
The clerk answered,
"we don't sell to blondes."
The blonde came back the next day with her hair dyed brown. Again she said,
"I'd like to buy that TV."
The clerk again answered,
"We don't sell to blondes."
The blond came in the next day with her hair dyed black. The same thing happened.
She asked the clerk.
"How did you know I was a blonde with my hair dyed differen colors?"
The clerk answered,
"That's not a TV, it's a microwave."
 
this one too dirty. sorry
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A teacher asks her student, Little Johnny, to answer the following problem:
"Four pigeons are sitting on a fence. If you shoot one of them with a gun, how many are left?"
Little Johnny thinks about it and answers, "Well, none."
The teacher replies, "What do you mean?"

To which Little Johnny answers, "Well once I fire the gun, all of the pigeons will get scared and fly away."

The teacher responds, "That's not the correct answer. The correct answer is that three are left, but I like the way you think."

Little Johnny turns around and says, "Well, I now have a question for you. Three women are sitting on a park bench eating ice cream cones. One is biting the cone, one is licking the cone, and the third is sucking the cone. Which one is married?"

The teacher is a little embarrassed by this question, but nonetheless responds, "Well, I guess it would be the one sucking the cone."

To which Little Johnny answers, "Actually, it is the one wearing the wedding band, but I like the way you think."



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Yesterday scientists revealed that beer contains small traces of female hormones.
To prove their theory, the scientists had fed 100 men 12 pints of beer each. They observed that 100% of them gained weight, talked excessively without making sense, became emotional, couldn't drive, and refused to apologise when wrong.

No further testing is planned


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Schitt
Many people are at a loss for a response when someone says "you don't know Jack Schitt". Soon you will be able to handle this situation.... Jack is the only son of Awe Schitt and O. Schitt. Awe Schitt, the fertilizer magnate, maried O.Schitt, the owner of Knee-Deep Schitt Inc. In turn, Jack Schitt married Noe Schitt and the deeply religious couple produced six children: Holie, the twins Deep and Dip, Fulla, Giva and Bull Schitt. Against his parents strong objections, Deep Schitt married Dumb Schitt, a high school drop out. After being married for 15 years, Jack and Noe divorced. Noe Schitt married Mr Scherlock and, because her kids were living with them, decided to keep her previous name also. She was known as Noe Schitt Scherlock. Dip Schitt married Loda Schitt and the produced a cowardly son - Chick Noe Schitt (Chick N. Schitt for short). Fulla Schitt and Giva Schitt were inseperable
throughout childhood and consequently married the Happens brothers in a dual ceremony. The Schitt-Happens children are Dawg, Byrd, and Horse Schitt. Bull Schitt, the prodigal son, left home to tour the world. He recently returned with his new Italin bride, Pisa Schitt. Now, when someone says that you don't know Jack Schitt, you can correct them....
 
Something to lower your self esteem:

The population of this country is 237 million.
104 million are retired.
That leaves 133 million to do the work.
There are 85 million in school, which leaves 48 million to do the work.
Of this there are 29 million employed by the federal government, leaving 19 million to do the work.
2.8 million are in the Armed Forces, which leaves 16.2 million to do the work.
Take from the total the 14,800,000 people who work for State and City Governments and that leaves 1.4 million to do the work.
At any given time there are 188,000 people in hospitals, leaving 1,212,000 to do the work.
Now, there are 1,211,998 people in prisons.
That leaves just two people to do the work.
You and me.
And you're sitting at your computer reading jokes.
 
Three friends were out hunting in the middle of the jungle and were set upon by a band of Zulu tribesmen. The three guys were captured and taken to the village where the Zulu Chief waited. Shaka, being a fair man, told the men: "I will let the three of you go in peace if you fulfill two conditions." The men agreed and asked what the conditions were. "The first one is: go into the forest and find 10 of the same fruit and bring them back." The men set off into the forest. A few hours later the first guy came back with 10 pears. He asked of the Chief, "what was the second condition?" The Chief replied, "you have to put them all up your butt without making a sound." The poor guy tried really hard and got the first one in, but he had to scream when he got to the second one: "I just can't do it!!" So the Zulus dragged him off. A little while later, the second guy came back with 10 berries. When the Chief repeated to him the second condition, he said, "no problem!". With that, he proceeded. Just as he got to the 10th berry, he burst out laughing! The Chief asked him "Why did you start laughing when you were so close?" The guy answered: "Because I could see my buddy coming down the jungle trail with 10 PINEAPPLES!"
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In order to assure the highest levels of quality work and productivity from employees, it will be our policy to keep all employees well trained, through our program of Special High Intensity Training (S.H.I.T.). We are trying to give our employees more S.H.I.T. than anyone else. If you feel that you do not receive your share of S.H.I.T. on the job, please see your manager. You will be immediately placed at the top of the S.H.I.T. list, and our managers are especially skilled at seeing that you get all the S.H.I.T. you can handle.

Employees who do not take their S.H.I.T. will be placed in Departmental Employee Evaluation Programs (D.E.E.P. S.H.I.T.). Those who fail to take D.E.E.P. S.H.I.T. seriously will have to go to Employee Attitude Training (E.A.T. S.H.I.T.).

Since your managers took S.H.I.T. before they were promoted, they do not have to do S.H.I.T. anymore, because they are full of S.H.I.T. allready.

If you are full of S.H.I.T., you may be interested in a job, training others. We can add your name to our Basic Understanding Lecture List (B.U.L.L. S.H.I.T.). Those who are full of B.U.L.L. S.H.I.T. will get S.H.I.T. jobs, and can apply for promotion to Director of Intensity Programming (D.I.P. S.H.I.T.).

If you have any questions, please direct them to our Head Of Training for Special High Intensity Training (H.O.T. S.H.I.T.).
 
Last one:

A Jehova's Witness knocked on the front door of a home, and heard a faint, high pitched, "Come In". He tried the door and it was locked, so he went around to the back door.
He knocked again and heard again the high pitched "Come In". As he entered the kitchen a large, mean, snarling Doberman met him. As he plastered himself against the wall he called out for help. Again, he heard the "Come In". He slid down the wall to the living room to see a parrot in cage. The parrot says "Come In". He said, "For Pete's sake, is that all you can say is 'Come In'?"
The parrot laughed and said "Get'm boy!"
 
ten more days. after the 10th day, us judges will have 3 days to collaborate and announce who the winner is. the barbarian joke is good, lefty.
 
Uhhoooooh!


A guy dials his home and a strange woman answers. The guy says,

"Who is this?"

"This is the maid, " answers the woman.

"We don't have a maid", says the man.

The woman says "I was hired this morning by the lady of the house."

The man says, "Well, this is her husband. Is she there?"

The woman replies, "She is upstairs in the bed room with someone who I figured was her husband."

The guy is fuming and says to the maid,
"Listen, would you like to make $50,000?"

The maid says, "What will I have to do?"

The man tells her, "I want you to get my gun from the desk, and shoot the witch and the jerk she's with."

The maid puts the phone down; the man hears footsteps and then 2 gun shots. The maid comes back to the phone, "What do I do with the bodies?"

The man says, "Throw them in the swimming pool."

Puzzled, the maid answers, "But you don't have a pool."

A long pause and the man says, "Is this 567-5309?"
 
Santa does not exist
No known species of reindeer can fly. But there ARE 300,000 species of living organisms yet to be classified, and while most of these are insects and germs, this does not completely rule out flying reindeer, which only Santa has seen.

There are 2 billion children (under 18) in the world. But since Santa doesn`t appear to handle Muslim, Hindu, Buddhist and Jewish children, that reduces the workload to 15% of the total- 378 million or so. At an average rate of 3.5 children per household, that's 91.8 million homes. One presumes there's at least one good child in each.

Santa has 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west. This works out to 822.6 visits per second.

This is to say that for each Christian household with good children, Santa has 1/1000th of a second to park, hop out of the sleigh, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining gifts under the tree, eat the snacks, get back up the chimney, get back in the sleigh, and move on to the next house.

Assuming that each of these 91.8 million homes are distributed evenly (which we know to be false but for the sake of these calculations we will accept) we are now talking about .78 miles per household, a total trip of 75.5 million miles, not counting bathroom stops.

This means that Santa`s sleigh is traveling at 650 miles per second, 3000 times the speed of sound. For comparison, the fastest man made vehicle, the Ulysses space probe moves at a poky 27.4 MPS; the average reindeer runs at 15 MPH.

The sleigh's payload adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium sized Lego set (2 pounds), the sleigh is carrying 321,300 tons, not counting Santa, who is invariably described as overweight.

On land, conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. Even granting that "flying reindeer" (see point one) could pull TEN TIMES the usual amount, we can not do the job with 8 or even 9. We need 214,000 reindeer. This increases the weight, not even counting the sleigh, to 353,430 tons. Again, for comparison this is 4 times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth 2.

A mass of 353,000 tons traveling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air resistance. This will heat the reindeer in the same manner as a spacecraft reentering the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer will absorb 14.3 QUINTILLION joules of energy. Per second. Each.

In short, they will burst into flame almost instantaneously, exposing the next pair of reindeer, and creating deafening sonic booms in their wake. The entire team will be vaporized within 4.26 thousands of a second.

Santa, meanwhile, will be subjected to centrifugal forces 17,500.06 times the force of gravity. A 300 pound Santa would be pinned to the back of his sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force.

Conclusion: There was a Santa, but he's dead now. Merry Christmas!

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Girlfriend Upgrade

Last year, my friend upgraded his GirlFriend3.1 to GirlFriendPlus1.0 (marketing name: Fiancee1.0). Recently he upgraded Fiancee1.0 to Wife1.0 and it's a memory hogger, has taken all his space; and Wife1.0 must be running before he can do anything. Although he didn't ask for them, Wife1.0 came with Plug-ins such as MotherInLaw and BrotherInLaw.
Some features I'd like to see in the upcoming GirlFriend4.0 ...
*A "Don't remind me again" button
*Minimize button
*Shutdown Feature
*An installshield feature so that GirlFriend4.0 can be completely uninstalled if so desired (so you don't lose cache and other objects).
I tried to run GirlFriend2.0 with GirlFriend1.0 still installed, they tried using the same I/O port and conflicted. Then I tried to uninstall Girlfriend1.0 but it didn't have an uninstall program. I tried to uninstall it by hand, but it put files in my system directory. All versions of GirlFriend that I've used are totally "object oriented" and only support hardware with gold plated contacts.

***** BUG WARNING *****

Wife1.0 has an undocumented bug. If you try to install Mistress1.1 before uninstalling Wife1.0, Wife1.0 will delete MSMoney files before doing the uninstall itself. Then Mistress1.1 will refuse to install, claiming insufficient resources.
 
If Dr. Suess were a technical writer...

Here's an easy game to play. Here's an easy thing to say:

If a packet hits a pocket on a socket on a port,
And the bus is interrupted as a very last resort,
And the address of the memory makes your floppy disk abort,
Then the socket packet pocket has an error to report!

If your cursor finds a menu item followed by a dash,
And the double-clicking icon puts your window in the trash,
And your data is corrupted cuz the index doesn't hash,
Then your situation's hopeless, and your system's gonna crash!
You can't say this? What a shame, sir!
We'll find you Another game, sir.

If the label on the cable on the table at your house,
Says the network is connected to the button on your mouse,
But your packets want to tunnel on another protocol,
that's repeatedly rejected by the printer down the hall,
And your screen is all distorted by the side effects of gauss,
so your icons in the window are as wavy as a souse,
Then you may as well reboot and go out with a bang,
Cuz sure as I'm a poet, the sucker's gonna hang!

When the copy of your floppy's getting sloppy on the disk,
And the microcode instructions cause unnecessary RISC,
Then you have to flash your memory and you'll want to ram your rom.
Quickly turn off the computer and be sure to tell your mom!
 
This assignment was actually turned in by two English students:

Rebecca and Gary
English 44A
SMU
Creative Writing
Prof Miller

In-class Assignment for Wednesday

"Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right. One of you will then write the first paragraph of a
short story. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another
paragraph to the story. The first person will then add a third paragraph,
and so on back and forth. Remember to reread what has been written each
time in order to keep the story coherent. The story is over when both agree
a conclusion has been reached."

The story begins ...

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At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The
camomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now
reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he
liked camomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off
Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too
much her asthma started acting up again. So camomile was out of the
question.

Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now
in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the
neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had
spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to eostation 17," he
said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign
of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off, a bluish particle
beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo
bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and
across the cockpit.

He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one
last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever
had feelings for him. Soon afterward, Earth stopped its pointless
hostilities toward the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law
Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper
one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared
out the window, dreaming of her youth -- when the days had passed
unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspapers to read, no television to
distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things
around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she
pondered wistfully.

Little did she know, but she has less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of
miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its
lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the
Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through Congress had left Earth a
defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to
destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty
the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to
pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them they swiftly
initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the
atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine
headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the
inconceivably massive explosion which vaporized Laurie and 85 million other
Americans. The President slammed his fist on the conference table. "We
can't allow this! I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow'em out of the
sky!"

This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing
partner is a violent, chauvinistic, semi-literate adolescent.

Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at
writing are the literary equivalent of Valium.

You total $*&.

Stupid %?$!
 
Maybe the stupidest joke going around today:

A horse walks into a bar. The barkeeper askes 'Why the long face?'

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I am disrespectful to Dirt! Can you not see that I am serious?
 
My joke in latin:

Si hoc legere scis nimium eruditiones habes.

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Homo sum humani nil a me alienum puto
(I am man, nothing human is alien to me)

Ex Libris of Gustaf VI Adolf
 
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