There was a little boy playing in
the living room with his electric train set that he got for Christmas while
his mother was in the kitchen
doing the dishes. The mother heard
the train stop and heard her son say, "All of you SOB's that want to disembark,
get off the damn
train...Any of you bastards wanting
to board, get on the damn train cause we're fixin' to take off." The mother
immediately dropped what
she was doing, ran into the living
room, yanked her son up and said, "We don't use that kind of language in
this house. Now go up to your room and don't come out for at least 2 hours."
The little boy went to his room and returned in 2 hours. He started playing
with his train set again. The mother heard the train stop and the little
boy said, "I would like to thank those of you for traveling with us today
and don't forget your personal items as you leave the train. Those of you
boarding the train, please store your carry-ons in the overhead bins or
store them under your seat and we will be leaving shortly." The mother
was just as proud and she could be. Then the little boy says, "And those
of you that are pissed off about the two hour delay, see the bitch in the
kitchen."
A guy admitted to his girlfriend “I’ve been seeing a psychiatrist”. She admitted to him “I’ve been a psychiatrist, a plumber and 2 bar men.
TIP: Don’t drink water – fish fuck in it.
A chicken and an egg are lying in
bed. The chicken is smoking
a cigarette with a satisfied smile
on its face.
The egg is frowning and looking
a bit pissed off.
The egg mutters to no one in particular,
"Well, I guess we answered THAT
question!"
A file that big?
It might be very useful. But now it is gone. --------------------------------- The Web site you seek
--------------------------------- Chaos reigns within.
--------------------------------- Aborted effort:
--------------------------------- First snow, then silence.
--------------------------------- With searching comes loss
--------------------------------- The Tao that is seen
--------------------------------- Windows NT crashed.
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Yesterday it worked.
Today it is not working. Windows is like that. --------------------------------- Three things are certain:
--------------------------------- You step in the stream,
--------------------------------- Out of memory.
--------------------------------- Having been erased,
--------------------------------- Rather than a beep,
--------------------------------- Serious error. All
--------------------------------- Stay the patient course.
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Errors have occurred.
We won't tell you where or why. Lazy programmers. --------------------------------- Seeing my great fault
--------------------------------- The code was willing.
--------------------------------- Printer not ready.
--------------------------------- Server's poor response
--------------------------------- Login incorrect.
--------------------------------- This site has been moved.
--------------------------------- A crash reduces
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Wind catches lily
scatt'ring petals to the wind. Segmentation fault. --------------------------------- There is a chasm
--------------------------------- To have no errors
--------------------------------- You step in the stream,
--------------------------------- No keyboard present.
--------------------------------- Hal, open the file.
--------------------------------- The ten thousand things.
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Love: A romantic candle-lit dinner
for two
Lust: "Do I have to buy you dinner
first?"
Marriage: 4 McDonald's Happy Meals
. . . to go
Love: Giving your love some candy
Lust: Thinking you are the candy
Marriage: Scraping the kids' candy
off of the carpet
Love: Sex every night
Lust: Sex 5 times a night
Marriage: What's sex?
Love: A night out at the symphony
Lust: A night out at the Holiday
Inn
Marriage: A night out at Sesame
Street On Ice
Love: French perfume
Lust: Brut aftershave
Marriage: "The baby needs changing.
. ."
Love: Lending your jacket to your
Love when he/she is cold
Lust: "I can think of a way to
stay warm . . ."
Marriage: Your teenaged daughter
has borrowed all of your jackets
Love: Talking and cuddling
Lust: Rolling over and falling
asleep
Marriage: Getting up to wash your
hands . . .
Love: Long drives through the countryside
Lust: Long parking sessions at
Lover's Lookout
Marriage: Long drives with the
kids screaming in the backseat