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Woman walks into her psychiatrists office and says, "Hey doc, you know how
we have been talking about freudian slips? Well, I had the most amazing
one last night. I was eating dinner with my mother, and I meant to say,
"please pass the salt," but instead I said, "You fucking bitch, you ruined
my life."
Top 10 disqualifiers for consideration of relational status:
10. Uses "party" as a verb.
9. Knows all the words to "Why Don't We Get Drunk and Screw?"
8. Considers "Whooooo!" a valid form of expressing approval
7. Thinks "quark plasma" is a party drink
6. Hair mass > brain mass
5. Thinks "electron transfer" is a new dance step popularized by the New
Kids on the Block
4. Thinks Dr. Spock has cute pointy ears
3. Has accepted more drinks than IQ, and still isn't drunk
2. Isn't expecting to go home tonight, but is hoping for a ride in the
morning
1. Needs pronounciation guide to read the television listings
"FUCK YOU"
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Perhaps one of the most interesting and colorful words in the
English language is the word "FUCK". It is the one magical word, which,
just by its sound, can describe pain, pleasure, love, and hate. In
language, "FUCK" falls into many grammatical catagories. It can be used
as a verb, both transitive (John fucked Mary) and in transitive (Mary was
fucked by John). It can be an active verb (John really gives a fuck) or
passive verb ( Mary really doesn't give a fuck) ; or an adverb (Mary is
fucking interested in John), and as a noun (Mary is a terrific fuck). It
can be used as an adjective (Mary is fucking beautiful): as you can see,
there are very few words with versitility of "FUCK" .
Besides its sexual connotations this incredible word can be
used to describe many situations:
Greetings----------------------How the fuck are you?
Fraud--------------------------I got fucked by the car dealer.
Dismay-------------------------Oh, fuck it!
Trouble------------------------Well, I guess I'm fucked now.
Aggression---------------------Fuck You!
Disgust------------------------Fuck Me!
Confusion----------------------What the fuck-------?
Difficulty----
I don't understand this fucking business.
Dispair------------------------Fucked again.
Incompetence-------------------He fucks up everthing.
Displeasure--------------------What the fuck is going on here?
Lost---------------------------Where the fuck are we?
Disbelief----------------------Unfuckingbelievable!
Retaliation--------------------Up your fucking ass!
It can be used to tell time--It's five fucking thirty!
It can be used in an anatomical description--
He's a fucking asshole!
It can be used in bussiness--
How the fuck did I wind up with this job?
It can be maternal-- as in "Motherfucker"
It can be politcal-- "Fuck Reagan"
And never forget General Custer's last words :
"Where did all them fucking indians come from?" Also,
the famous last words of the mayor of Hiroshima "What the fuck was
that?" And, last, but not least, the imortal words of the captain
of the Titanic, who said, "Where is all this fucking water coming
from?"
The mind fairly boggles at the many creative uses of
the word. How can anyone be offended when you say "FUCK"?
Use it frequently in your speech and it will add to your fame
and prestige.
An Australian, a Frenchman and an Italian are talking about married life:
ITALIAN :
When I finish making love to my wife, I cover her head to toe in wine, then lick
it off, and my wife, she goes wild.
FRENCHMAN :
When I finish making love to my wife, I cover her head to toe in chocolate,
then lick it off, and my wife, she goes wild.
AUSSIE :
When I finish making love to my wife, I get out of bed and wipe my dick on
the curtains, and my wife, she goes wild.
A man is on vacation, and one evening he is walking down the beach and
he runs into a beautiful woman, who has no arms or legs. She is crying.
He asks her, "What's the matter?" She replies, "In all my life I've never
been hugged." He says no problem, gives her a hug, and continues on his
merry way. The next day, he sees the same woman, crying again, and he
asks her, "What's the matter?" She replies, "In all my life I've never
been kissed." He says no problem, gives here a kiss, and leaves. The
next day he is walking by the same stretch of beach and he sees her
lying there again, crying. He says to her, "I gave you a hug, I gave you
a kiss, what's the matter now?" She replies, "In all my life I've never
been fucked." He says, "Is that all?" and picks here up and throws her
in the ocean and says, "Now you're fucked!"
What do you call 5 hispanics, one chinese, and 3 blacks in a row?
a sprinkler:
spic spic spic spic spic chink nigger nigger nigger
TO MY DARLING HUSBAND,
I am sending you this letter via this BBS
communications thing, so that you will be sure to
read it. Please forgive the deception, but I
thought you should know what has been going on at
home since your computer entered our lives TWO
YEARS AGO. The children are doing well. Tommy is
seven now and is a bright, handsome boy. He has
developed quite an interest in the arts. He drew
a family portrait for a school project, all the
figures were good, and the back of your head is
very realistic. You should be very proud of him.
Little Jennifer turned three in September. She
looks a lot like you did at that age. She is an
attractive child and quite smart. She still
remembers that you spent the whole afternoon with
us on her birthday. What a grand day for Jenny,
despite the fact that it was stormy and the
electricity was out.
I am doing well. I went blonde about a year ago,
and discovered that it really is more fun!
George, I mean, Mr. Wilson the department head,
has uh, taken an interest in my career and has
become a good friend to us all.
I discovered that the household chores are much
easier since I realized that you didn't mind being
vaccumed but that feather dusting made you sneeze.
The house is in good shape. I had the living room
painted last spring; I'm sure you noticed it. I
made sure that the painters cut holes in the drop
sheet so you wouldn't be disturbed.
Well, my dear, I must be going. Uncle George, uh,
Mr. Wilson, I mean, is taking us all on a ski trip
and there is packing to do. I have hired a
housekeeper to take care of things while we are
away, she'll keep things in order, fill your
coffee cup and bring your meals to your desk, just
the way you like it. I hope you and the computer
will have a lovely time while we are gone. Tommy,
Jenny and I will think of you often. Try to
remember us while your disks are booting.
Love, Karen
A very poor couple had just been married and all they could afford
was to share a house with an elderly couple. What's worse is that
they have to sleep on the top half of a bunk bed, while the older
couple slept on the lower half. Needless to say, the young couple
wanted sex often. Instead of asking the question explicitly,
for fear that they would be overheard, they agreed to use the code
"eating orange" for sex.
So every night the husband would ask his wife, "Honey, do you feel
like eating orange?".
This went on for several weeks, until one night when the husband
asked, "Honey, do you feel like eating orange?", to which the old
man from below interrupted,
"You know, I don't mind ya eating oranges so much, but could you
please not drip the orange juices down here!"
An elderly woman sees a bunch of women lining up outside a building.
Being so naive, she doesn't know these women are prostitutes and
that they've been arrested at the local police station.
She approaches one of the women in line and asks her what they were
all lining up for. The lady of the street, somewhat embarrassed,
faked the reply by saying they're handing out free oranges here.
She thought it was too good to miss, so she went to the end of
the line and wait.
When one of the police saw the old woman, he asks,
"Aren't you a bit old for this sorta stuff?"
"Are you kidding? I may not have any teeth, but I still like to
peel them back and suck them!"
One day a boy walked up to his dad and asked, "Dad whats the difference
between hypothetically and reality?" His father said, "Well son I'll show you.
Go over to your mother and ask her if she would screw the guy across the street
for $500,000." So, the kid goes and asks his mom, and she tells him "Sure, I'd
screw the guy across the street for $500,000." The boy goes back to his dad and
tells him this. "OK son, go ask your sister the same question." So, the kid
asks his sister and she says she would screw the guy across the street for
$500,000. He goes back to his dad and says, "Hey dad, sis said she'd screw the
guy across the street for $500,000." His father goes, "There you have it son:
hypothetically we're millonaires, but in reality we live with a pair of sluts."
As an ultimate test of his will power, a man decided to give up sex for
Lent. Although not thrilled with the idea, his wife agreed to support him
in this effort. The first few weeks weren't too difficult. Things got
tougher during the next couple of weeks, so the wife wore her dowdiest
night clothes and chewed on garlic before going to bed. The last couple
of weeks were extremely tough on the husband, so the wife took to locking
the bedroom door and forcing the husband to sleep on the couch.
Easter morning finally came. A knock came on the wife's bedroom door.
"KNOCK!!! KNOCK!!! KNOCK!!!"
husband: "Guess who?"
wife: "I know who it is!"
husband: "Guess what I want?"
wife: "I know what you want!"
husband: "Guess what I'm knockin' with?"
A male-to-female transexual was recently interviewed on a radio talk show.
The DJ asked the transexual about what, if any, pain the person experienced
during the operation. The transexual replied,
"Well, when they cut my penis off that really didn't hurt too much."
"Even when they implanted the breasts in my chest, well, that really didn't
hurt too much either...."
"Then you didn't experience any real physical pain at all then?"
"Hell no! It hurt like hell when they stuck that big fucking needle in
my head and sucked out all my brains!"
What did the football player get on his I.Q. test?
Drool.
George Bush and Saddam Hussein decide to settle their differences in a
civilized manner by discussing the matter. So they meet on neutral
ground, midway between the swings and the sandbox, while all the
little kids respectfully gather round. Bush is clumsily carrying
several rolled-up carpets, and Saddam is holding some empty cans of
Budweiser.
Bush: You shouldn't have taken my toy.
Saddam: It was not your toy. It was my toy.
Bush: Since you won't give me back my toy, we are at war.
Saddam: I am not at war with you. I am at war with Israel.
Bush: You are not at war with Israel.
Saddam: Yes I am.
Bush: No you're not.
Saddam: Yes I am.
Bush: No you're not.
Saddam: I am the leader of this miserable little country, and if I say
I am at war with Israel, then I am at war with Israel.
Bush: Well, I am the leader of a very much bigger country with every
weapon known to man, and I say you're not at war with Israel but
you're at war with me.
Saddam: No I'm not.
Bush: Yes you are.
Saddam: No I'm not.
Bush: Look, if we were not at war, would I do this? [Throws several
carpets on Saddam.]
Saddam: But if I were not at war with Israel would I do this? [Throws
a can of Bud at Israel. Israel ducks and screams bloody murder.]
Bush: You're just trying to evade the issue.
Saddam: No I'm not. I was retaliating.
Bush: You can't retaliate like that.
Saddam: Yes I can.
Bush: No you can't.
Saddam: Yes I can.
Bush: No you can't.
Saddam: Yes I can.
Bush: Be quiet or I will hit you.
Saddam: If you hit me, I will use my secret weapon. Then you will be
very sorry.
[Bush hits Saddam, and Saddam falls down.]
Saddam: MOMMY!!
[Bush looks around nervously, but when no mother appears, he becomes
more confident.]
Bush: Aw, your mother wears combat boots.
Saddam: Yeah, well, so what? At least my mother didn't marry me.
Bush: Don't ever say such terrible things, Mr. SOD-OM Hussein.
Saddam: Stop mispronouncing my name. You always mispronounce my name.
Bush: SOD-OM, SOD-OM, SOD-OM.
Saddam: Well, at least I can. Perhaps there's a reason why you're
called BUSH.
Bush: Now stop saying that. I don't have a bush.
Saddam: Yes you do.
Bush: No I don't.
Saddam: Yes you do.
Bush: No I don't.
Saddam: Yes you do.
[Bush pulls his pants down and wiggles his waggle at Saddam.]
Bush: See, I don't.
[Faced with this open act of aggression, Saddam drops his pants too.
For a long time Bush and Saddam wiggle their waggles at each other,
and all the little kids who watch are greatly impressed.]
A small Indian brave walks up to his grandfather and asks:
"Grandfather, how do we Indians get our names?"
"Well my son, after the medicine deliverers the baby, he looks out
the tee-pee window. Whatever he sees is the name of the baby.
For instance, your father was born right at sunrise. Thus his name
is Rising Sun. When your sister was born, the medicine man saw some
deer. Thus her name is Running Deer."
"Oh," said the boy.
"Why do you ask Two Dogs Fucking ?"
A small Indian brave walks up to his grandfather and asks:
"Grandfather, how do we Indians get our names?"
"Well my son, the baby is named for an event that happened on the day
baby is conceived. For instance, your father was conceived during a terrible
storm. Thus his name is Thundering Cloud. When your sister was conceived,
it was a beautiful summer day. Thus her name became Flowering Meadow.
"Oh," said the boy.
"Why do you ask Broken Rubber?"
TOP TEN OTHER REASONS TO BOYCOTT CLASSES
10. Your classes just plain suck
9. Unofficial holiday (Friday the 13th)
8. It was your birthday
7. The food sucks (Oops! I was thinking of boycotting
_food service!_)
6. You're a rebel _with_ a cause
5. The weather ('Nuff said)
4. Needed to catch up on that 24 hours of sleep you lost
last weekend
3. Classes? What classes?
2. Damn it! It's about time you did something for _you!_
1. Just Do It. (tm)
As you all know, Jimmy Swaggart was stopped by the police
a few days ago with a prostitute in his car. His defense is that
he was recruiting her for his choir. She was going to play his
organ.
Also, boxer Hecter "Macho" Comacho was stopped by on the highway
by police for weaving his ferrari back and forth through lanes
of traffic. The police discovered the reason for his erratic
driving; a woman was leaning over into his lap... Well, the
police then charged him with reckless driving and impersonating
Jimmy Swaggart.
There was this salesman who died. At the pearly gates St Peter said
that he could chose whether he wanted to go to heaven or hell. First,
St Peter showed him heaven. There were people dressed in white
flying through the clouds, singing and playing harps. "Boring", declared
the salesman. Then St Peter showed him hell. There were people dancing,
drinking and having a wonderful time at a party. Well, the salesman
took one look at this and said "This is for me! I want to be there".
So St Peter made it so. When he arrived at hell, the salesman was
immediately set upon by huge devils with pitchforks. Screaming with
agony, the salesman asked Satan what happened to the party that St Peter
had shown to him. Satan laughed and said "You must have seen our demo!"
Height of
Shortness : Sitting on the kerb and dangling ur legs
Irony : A one-arm man hanging onto the edge of a cliff and his balls
start itching
My favorite stupid bank robbery story happened here in Rochester, NY a few
years ago. Man walks into the bank with a mask, pulls out a gun, and demands
that the teller give him all the money. The teller says something like "Sure
Bob." He got all shook up because he thought she recognized him. He was
wearing a tee-shirt with his name on it! After he got all shook up he ran
out the bank without his gun! So in the end, the bank made out. True story!
What's the difference between wetting your pants and listening to a violist
play Brahms?
One of them gives you a nice warm feeling.
And of course the formal definition of a minor second:
Two violists playing in unison.
Dolly Parton and Princess Di both die on the same day.
They both end up at the gates to heaven, however, heaven is too full
and there is only room for one of them until they finish the new wing.
So the angel at the gate tells them that one of them will have to come
up with a good reasons as to why they should be allowed in over the other.
Dolly Parton thinks for a few seconds and whips open her blouse and shows
the angel her chest. He replys very impressive. Princess Di is at a loss
so she thinks hard and finally tells the angel that she douched that morning.
The angel says 'so', and she replies that she always thought a royal flush beat
a pair. :)
Confucius say:
Man with hole in pocket feel cocky all day.
If a train-station is where a train stops what happens at a workstation?
Confucious say: He who stand on toilet is high on pot
confucius say:
when lady say no, she mean maybe
when lady say maybe, she mean yes
when lady say yes, she no lady
Confucius say: He who rapes a man's daughter, draws and quarters his
son, and buries his wife alive in an anthill should not expect to sit
at that man's dinner table without the subject coming up.
Confucius say: He who outruns the cheetah is fucking fast on his feet!
Confucius say:
Man who has hand down other mans pants, not necessarily feeling himself today.
Confucius say:
Woman who cooks beans and peas in same pot very unsanitary.
Man who fart in church sit in own pew.
Confucious say:
Man who take lady on camping trip have one intent.
Confucious Say: America Good Place to Put Chinese Restuarant.
there was a young person named Frisk
whose screwing was really quite brisk
but the speed of his action
plus Fitzgerald contraction
foreshortened his tool to a disk!
Vinnie and a friend were driving somewhere on Long Island (NY). They came to
an intersection where they wanted to make a left turn. Unfortunately, there
was a "No Left Turn" sign at the intersection. Looking around and seeing
none of the local constabulary, they decided to go for it anyway. Well, as
it always seems to happen, two of the local police were in fact nearby in
their cruiser, and they proceeded to stop our heroes. This exchange
followed.
Cop: Could I see your license and registration, please?
(Vinnie produces L&R)
Cop: Do you know why I stopped you.
Vinnie (in thick fake Italian accent): No, officer.
Cop: You made an illegal left turn at that intersection.
Vinnie: No! I want to make a right turn at that-a corner, but the sign,
she say No! Left turn!
Cop (staring in disbelief): Wait right here.
Cop goes back to cruiser, returns with his partner.
Cop: Tell him what you just told me.
Vinnie repeats preposterous line, with preposterous accent, somehow
keeping straight face.
Cop (watching his parther howling in laughter): Go on, get out of here!
Q: What John Denver song is about incest?
A: "Almost Heaven," one line of which is
West Virginia, mount'n mama.
anyone heard the story about the couple that stayed up late one nite. Finally,
the man couldn't take it any more and went to bed. The wife, being hungry,
went to the kitchen and polished off a quick tin of sardines, then went to
bed...... man goes "sniff.... sniff..... damn, honey, sleepin' kind of
high on the pillow tonite aren't you????
What do you call a turtle with a hard-on?
Slow Poke!
in the mid-80s, there were 2 rich men who were constantly arguing over the
purpose of the head on a man's penis. one man insisted that it was for the
pleasure of the man, and the other insisted that it was for the pleasure of
the woman.
finally, they decided that they would fund research teams to settle the issue.
the first team, from france, came back after 6 months and $600,000. the
results of the study proved conclusively that the head of the penis was
for the pleasure of the woman.
the first man would not believe this. so they funded another team from
italy. 3 months and $300,000 later, they came back with a study that said
that the head of the penis was definitely for the pleasure of the man.
they decided that a third team would decide the matter and they chose some
good old boys with real american know-how.
5 minutes and $5 later, the good old boys came back and stated:
"the head of the penis is to keep your hand from slipping off."
How about the smart ass who runs his hand over your bald spot and sez:
"Ooohhhh How Smooooth. It feels like my wife's ass!"
To which you respond by running your hand over it and saying,
"Hey! Yeh, you're RIGHT!"
Who is the most popular male at a nudist colony?
The one who can carry a dozen donuts and two pots of coffee.
Who is the most popular female at a nudist colony?
The one who can eat the last donut.
What do you call a guy with no arms or legs who can play 5 musical
instruments?
Stump the band.
We don't take security sitting down here. That's why we've developed
the patented "buttprint" authorization scheme. It consists of a
simple keyboard on top of a chair. Password sharing, writing down of
passwords, and watching others' keystrokes as they type in their
passwords are worries of the past!
By using "bump and grind" techniques developed during the disco era of
the 1970s, subjects were able to create unique "signatures" that would
thwart the usual after hours plaster cast on the office furniture
print stealing. Extended TERMCAP/TERMINFO databases,
BUTTCAP/BUTTINFO, eliminate the need for the user to go on various
diets to adjust to different sized keyboards.
Buttprint technology has also found an application in the coinless,
cardless, pay toilet. The user is given 15 seconds to validate
before an ejection arm makes way for the next customer.
As the following classified classics will demonstrate, there are often
more laughs on the advertising and classified pages than you can find
in the cartoons and comic strips:
-Lost: small apricot poodle. Reward. Neutered. Like one of the family.
-A superb and inexpensive restaurant. Fine food expertly served by
waitresses in appetizing forms.
-Dinner Special -- Turkey $2.35; Chicken or Beef $2.25; Children $2.00.
-For sale: an antique desk suitable for lady with thick legs and
large drawers.
-For sale: a quilted high chair that can be made into a table, pottie
chair, rocking horse, refrigerator, spring coat, size 8 and fur collar.
-Four-poster bed, 101 years old. Perfect for antique lover.
-Now is your chance to have your ears pierced and get an extra pair to
take home, too.
-Wanted: 50 girls for stripping machine operators in factory.
-Wanted: Unmarried girls to pick fresh fruit and produce at night.
-We do not tear your clothing with machinery. We do it carefully by hand.
-No matter what your topcoat is made of, this miracle spray will make it
really repellent.
-For Sale. Three canaries of undermined sex.
-For Sale -- Eight puppies from a German Shepperd and an Alaskan Hussy.
-Creative daily specials, including select offerings of beef, foul, fresh
vagetables, salads, quiche.
-7 ounces of choice sirloin steak, boiled to your likeness and smothered
with golden fried onion rings.
-Great Dames for sale.
-Have several very old dresses from grandmother in beautiful condition.
-Tired of cleaning yourself? Let me do it.
-20 dozen bottles of excellent Old Tawny Port, sold to pay for charges,
the owner having lost sight of, and bottled by us last year.
-Dog for sale: eats anything and is fond of children.
-Vacation Special: have your home exterminated.
-If you think you've seen everything in Paris, visit the Pere Lachasis
Cemetery. It boasts such immortals as Moliere, Jean de la Fontain, and
Chopin.
-Mt. Kilimanjaro, the breathtaking backdrop for the Serena Lodge. Swim
in the lovely pool while you drink it all in.
-The hotel has bowling alleys, tennis courts, comfortable beds, and other
athletic facilities.
-Get rid of aunts: Zap does the job in 24 hours.
-Toaster: A gift that every member of the family appreciates.
Automatically burns toast.
-Sheer stockings. Designed for fancy dress, but so serviceable that lots
of women wear nothing else.
-Stock up and save. Limit: one.
-Save regularly in our bank. You'll never reget it.
-We build bodies that last a lifetime.
-Offer expires December 31 or while supplies last .
-This is the model home for your future. It was panned by Better Homes
and Gardens.
-For Sale--Diamonds $20; microscopes $15.
-For Rent: 6-room hated apartment.
-Man, honest. Will take anything.
-Wanted: chambermaid in rectory. Love in, $200 a month. References
required.
-Wanted: Part-time married girls for soda fountain in sandwich shop.
-Man wanted to work in dynamite factory. Must be willing to travel.
-Used Cars: Why go elsewhere to be cheated? Come here first!
-Christmans tag-sale. Handmade gifts for the hard-to-find person.
-Modular Sofas. Only $299. For rest or fore play.
-Wanted: Hair-cutter. Excellent growth potential.
-Wanted. Man to take care of cow that does not smoke or drink.
-3-year-old teacher need for pre-school. Experience preferred.
-Our experienced Mom will care for your child. Fenced yard, meals, and
smacks included.
-Our bikinis are exciting. They are simply the tops.
-Auto Repair Service. Free pick-up and delivery. Try us once, you'll
never go anywhere again.
-See ladies blouses. 50% off!
-Holcross pullets. Starting to lay Betty Clayton, Granite 5-6204.
-Wanted: Preparer of food. Must be dependable, like the food business,
and be willing to get hands dirty.
-Illiterate? Write today for free help.
-Girl wanted to assist magician in cutting-off-head illusion. Blue Cross
and salary.
-Wanted. Widower with school-age children requires person to assume
general housekeeping duties. Must be capable of contributing to growth
of family.
-Mixing bowl set designed to please a cook with round bottom for
efficient beating.
-Mother's helper--peasant working conditions.
-Semi-Annual after-Christmas Sale.
-And now, the Superstore--unequaled in size, unmatched in variety,
unrivaled inconvenience.
-We will oil your sewing machine and adjust tension in your home for $1.00.
And these beauties from the radio:
-Ladies and gentlemen, now you can have a bikini for a ridiculous figure.
-Be with us again next Saturday at 10 p.m. for "High Fidelity," designed
to help music lovers increase their reproduction.
-When you are thirsty, try 7-Up,the refreshing drink in the green bottle
with the big 7 on it and u-p after.
-Tune in next week for another series of classical music programs from
the Canadian Broadcorping Castration.
Do you know why aggies carry cow chips in their back pockets?
For identification!
Did you hear about the aggie who moved his finger from his left nostril to his
right and thought he had invented the transplant?
Did you hear about the aggie who spent three hours in the library trying to
look up Author Unknown?
Did you hear about the aggie who had diarrea?
He thought he was melting!
How do you go from Texas Tech to Aggieland?
Go east until you smell it, then go south until you step in it!
"Yellow River Valley" by I.P. Freely
"Brown Spots On the Wall" by Who Flung Poo
"Under the Grandstands" by Seymour Butz
"Poppulation explosion in China" by Wi Fukem Yung
100 yards to the out-house - written by Willey Makeit
illistrated by Betty Wont
Yellow River - written by I.P. Daily
Man who put head on railroad track
get splitting headache
Anonymous
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GENESIS
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In the Beginning the Project Manager created the Programming Staff.
The Programming Staff was without form and structure.
And the Project Manager said, "Let there be Organization;"
And there was Organization.
And the Project Manager saw that Organization was good;
And the Project Manager separated the workers from the supervisors,
and he called the Supervisors "Management," and he called the workers "Exempt."
And the Project Manager said, "Let there be a mission in the midst
of the Organization, and let it separate the workers, one from another."
And the Project Manager created the mission and he called it "The System."
And the Project Manager separated those who were to benefit from
The System from those who were to build it.
And he called the former "Users," and he called the latter "Programmers."
And the Project Manager said, "Let all the Programmers in the
Organization be gathered together into one place, and let a
Chief Programmer be brought up to lead them."
And it was so.
And the Project Manager saw that he was competent.
And the Project Manager said unto the Chief Programmer, "Create for me
a schedule, so that I may look upon the schedule and know the Due Date."
And the Chief Programmer went among his staff and consulted with them.
And the staff was divided into two parts, one part called "Analysts"
and the other part called "Application Programmers."
And the Analysts went back to their desks and estimated, as was their custom.
And it came to pass that each Analyst brought his estimate to
the Chief Programmer, whereupon he collected them, summarized them,
and drew a PERT CHART.
And the Chief Programmer went unto the Project Manager and presented
unto him the estimate saying, "It shall take ten months."
And the Project Manager was not pleased and said, "I have brought
you up from the depths of Staff; you have not grasped the "Big Picture."
And the Project Manager hired consultants and authorized overtime,
and he said to the Chief Programmer, "Behold, see all that I have done!
The Due Date will be in FIVE months!"
The Chief Programmer was much impressed and went from before the Project
Manager to implement The System.
And the Chief Programmer sent his Analysts to the Users and said,
"Let Specifications be written!"
And there were meetings, and lunches, and telephone calls,
And the Specifications were written,
And there was a Payday and the Happy Hour, one month.
And the Chief Programmer examined the Specifications and saw that
they were too ambitious.
And he separated the mandatory features from the optional features;
And he called the mandatory features "Requirements," and he called
the optional features "Deferred," and the Users called him names.
And the Chief Programmer gave the Specifications to the Analysts
and said, "Let the Requirements be analyzed and let the files be designed."
And it was so.
And the Chief Programmer said, "Let the Software Houses put forth
their Salesmen, and let us have a Data Management System."
And it was so.
The Software Houses brought forth all manner of Salesmen who
presented their packages, and claimed wondrous things for them,
each according to his own file structure.
And it came to pass that a Data Management System was selected;
And the Chief Programmer saw that it was good.
And there was a Payday and the Happy Hour, a second month.
And the Chief Programmer said, "Let the System be divided into
parts, and let each part become a Module. And let programming
teams be formed and let each be assigned to write a Module."
And it was so.
And the Chief Programmer created the programming teams with two
levels, a greater and a lesser; and he called the greater the
"Senior Programmers" and he called the lesser the "Junior Programmers."
And he gave the greater dominion over the lesser.
And the Chief Programmer saw it was good.
And the Senior Programmers saw it was good.
And the Junior Programmers saw it differently.
And there was a Payday and the Happy Hour, a third month.
And the Chief Programmer said, "Let the programming be started
and let much overtime be consumed, for there is but two months left."
And the Programmers, both the greater and the lesser, were much
afraid and they strove to please the Chief Programmer.
And they flowcharted, and they coded, each in his own fashion.
And the Chief Programmer looked upon the work and liked it not.
And the Chief Programmer said, "Let there be a Standard;"
And there was a Standard.
And the Programmers looked upon the Standard and liked it not.
And there was a Payday and the Happy Hour, a fourth month.
And the Chief Programmer said, "Let there be Progress Reports,
so we can monitor and control;"
And there were Progress Reports.
And the Chief Programmer looked upon the Progress Reports and
saw that the Due Date was not to be met.
And the Chief Programmer arose, bought a suit, shaved his beard
and went unto the Project Manager, and groveled.
And the Chief Programmer pointed his fingers, and caused Blame
to issue forth upon all manner of creatures who sold Hardware and Software.
And the Chief Programmer asked for an Extension.
And the Project Manager was exceedingly angry, and cast doubts
upon the Chief Programmer's ancestry, and did utter a multitude
of threats. But it came to pass that an Extension was granted;
And the Chief Programmer took the extension back to the programming
teams and there was much rejoicing.
And the programming of the Modules was completed.
And there was a Payday and the Happy Hour, the fifth month.
And the Chief Programmer said, "Let the Modules be integrated,
one with another, so that System Testing may begin."
And it was so.
Two by two, the Modules were integrated, one with another.
And great difficulties were experienced, and many hours of
overtime were used, and many cups of coffee were consumed.
And it came to pass that System Testing was completed.
And there was a Payday and the Happy Hour, the sixth month.
Then the Chief Programmer did go unto the Project Manager,
and said, "Behold, I bring you tidings of great joy which will come
to all Users; for on this day The System is completed."
And suddenly there was with them a multitude of Users praising
the Chief Programmer saying,
"Glory be to The System in the highest, but can you make this
one small change?"
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
M.A.D.D is the acronym for
Mathematicians Against Drunk Deriving ....
A Native American woman is sitting on a moose hide. She has a son. He weighs
125 pounds. A second Native American woman is sitting on a buffalo hide. Her
son weighs 175 pounds. A third Native American woman is resting on top of the
hide of a hippopotamus. She weighs 300 pounds.
What theorem does this represent?
Answer: the Pythagorean theorem: the squaw on the hippopotamus is equal to
the sons of the squaws on the other two hides.
[A group of people are contemplating what to do with a pair
of PDP-8 computers]
"I wonder if they would float?"
"Well, they're smaller than Volkswagons, and those float."
...silence for a while...
"Rocks are smaller than Volkswagons, and rocks don't float."
Two math professors were in a bar:
PROF1: You know, every year, the students in my Calculus
100 class are getting dumber and dumber. It's
getting so that I can't even teach a lecture
without reviewing high school algebra.
PROF2: That's because you're an intellectual snob. I've
noticed the opposite. The students in my classes
are much more intelligent than when I started
teaching a decade ago.
PROF1: Hah! You must be joking. Listen, I've got to go
to the washroom, so we'll continue this discussion
later [gets up, goes to washroom]
PROF2: [Signals waitress to come over] Can you do me a favor?
WAITRESS: Depends on the favor.
PROF1: My friend is coming back from the washroom, and he'll
ask you a question. All you have to say is one-third
X cubed.
WAITRESS: One-third what?!
PROF1: One-third X cubed. Never mind what it mean, just say
One-third X cubed, OK?
WAITRESS: OK. [goes away]
PROF2: [returns] What were we talking about - oh yeah, people
are getting stupider and the days go by. I think it's
television or something that's doing this.
PROF1: That's simply not true. I'll bet you that that waitress
could answer one of your calculus exam questions.
PROF2: No way. You must be daft!
PROF1: Ten bucks says that she'll know what the integral of
X squared is.
PROF2: You're on! [mentions waitress over] Would you know
the integral of X squared is?
WAITRESS: One-third X cubed.
PROF2: [flabbergasted]
PROF1: See!
WAITRESS: ... plus a constant.
An engineer, a physicist, and a mathematician are shown a pasture
with a herd of sheep, and told to put them inside the smallest
possible amount of fence. The engineer is first. He herds the sheep
into a circle and then puts the fence around them, declaring, "A
circle will use the least fence for a given area, so this is the
best solution." The physicist is next. She creates a circular fence of
infinite radius around the sheep, and then draws the fence tight around
the herd, declaring, "This will give the smallest circular fence around
the herd." The mathematician is last. After giving the problem a little
thought, he puts a small fence around himself and then declares, "I
define myself to be on the outside!"
> While we are on the subject, here is another mathematical limerick which I have
> not seen lately:
> _
> 12 + 144 + 20 + 3 \/4 2
> --------------------- + 5*11 = 9 + 0
> 7
> which reads as:
> A dozen, a gross, and a score
> Plus three times the square root of four
> Divided by seven
> Plus five times eleven
> Is nine squared, and not a bit more.
It also can be read as:
A dozen, a gross, and a score
Plus three times the square root of four
Divided by seven
Plus five times eleven
Is nine squared, and a bit more.
^^^
cause a 0 is a bit, just as a 1. You know, the bits of a computer!!
110001011100101101100101110010011001100010011100111000101001001101
(does anyone know which decimal number here stands?)
Proof By Intimidation
----- -- ------------
A Horse has an infinite number of legs.
A horse has two legs in back and forelegs in front.
That makes six legs in total.
Six (an even number) legs is an odd number for a horse.
The only number that is both odd and even is infinity.
Therefore, a horse has an infinite number of legs.
It is said that Einstein had occasion
To prove an amazing equation:
"Let V be virginity
"Approaching infinity,
"And P be a constant: Persuasion."
"Now if V over U is inverted,
"And the square root of U is inserted
"P times into V,
"The result, QED,
"Is a relative," Einstein asserted.
How do you teach a girl MAthematics?
Add her to the bed, subtract he clothes, divide her legs and start
multiplying.
So a mathematician, an engineer, and a physicist are out hunting
together. They spy a *deer in the woods.
The physicist calculates the velocity of the deer and the effect of
gravity on the bullet, aims his rifle and fires. Alas, he misses;
the bullet passes three feet behind the deer. The deer bolts
some yards, but comes to a halt, still within sight of the trio.
"Shame you missed," comments the engineer, "but of course with an
ordinary gun, one would expect that." He then levels his special
deer-hunting gun, which he rigged together from an ordinary rifle,
a sextant, a compass, a barometer, and a bunch of flashing lights
which don't do anything but impress onlookers, and fires. Alas,
his bullet passes three feet in front of the deer, who by this
time wises up and vanishes for good.
"Well," says the physicist, "your contraption didn't get it either."
"What do you mean?" pipes up the mathematician. "Between the two
of you, that was a perfect shot!"